As Wu Yan left, without the suppression of spiritual power of spiritual integration, Xiongba naturally regained his freedom. Just looking at the direction of Wu Yan going away, Xiongba's face was full of doubt, surprise, and puzzled expressions.

What is puzzled is that Wu Yan has obviously restrained himself, so why didn’t he kill himself?

If he killed himself, with his strength, it would be not difficult to replace him, right? Will the world be the number one gang in the world, and isn't he actually moved?

What was surprised was the strength shown by Wu Yan at that time.

In terms of martial arts, Xiongba believes that his martial arts must be the best in the entire martial arts world. After all, he was able to compete with the famous sword saint in the martial arts world ten years ago. Now Xiongba even has the confidence to defeat the sword saint.

However, his strength was not much threatening in front of Wu Yan, and he was easily subdued. So, how shocking has Wu Yan's cultivation reached? The two of them seemed to be in the same world.

Finally, Xiongba felt even more puzzled. After almost a stick of incense, Wu Yan subdued himself and left directly, doing nothing, but said that he would leave a gift for himself, and let himself not let him down his expectations?

Where is the gift? I didn't see it.

"Huh?" But just when Xiongba felt surprised, suddenly, Xiongba could feel that his eyes seemed to have become different.

The vision became clearer than ever before. A fly flew in front of him, and his eyes seemed to be able to see the process of the shaking of the fly's wings.

"What's going on? My eyes seem to have become completely different..." This sudden change made Xiongba secretly feel surprised and shocked in his heart.

Xiongba raised his palm, and a bronze mirror placed on the table not far away was sucked into his hand. Looking at himself in the mirror, Xiongba's face changed drastically, and the mirror in his hand almost fell to the ground.

The smooth bronze mirror could clearly see the reflection of his appearance inside. However, what Xiongba felt disbelief was that his eyes had undergone a total change and turned into a scarlet and bloody color.

It makes people feel even more incredible that a pair of black magma can be seen in my pupils.

After Uchiha Sasuke's bloodline was copied, Yuba relied on the power of his bloodline and opened his eyes instantly, reaching the level of the Double Eggart Sharingan.

"Is this what Wu Yan mentioned? These eyes should be able to see through all martial arts tricks, right? What kind of eyes are these? What kind of magical power is this."

Although Xiongba was very surprised by the appearance of the Sharingan, after he carefully felt the ability of the Sharingan, he secretly marveled at the role of the Sharingan.

Although his martial arts cultivation has not been improved, Xiongba believes that with the power of these eyes, his strength can be increased by 20% or 30% invisibly.

"Wu Yan, who is he? Can he actually make such a change in my eyes directly?"

Although I felt it carefully and felt that the power of Sharingan was beneficial but not harmful, Xiongba was more shocked and confused in his heart. Shocking Yu Wu Yan could make his eyes turn like this, and he was even more puzzled why Yu Wu Yan did this?

If it is said that there is only holidays but no friendship, why should he give him such eyes?

...

Wu Yan naturally ignored Xiongba's doubts. After copying Uchiha Sasuke's bloodline to Xiongba, Wu Yan left the world's meeting directly, and immediately constructed the magic of space teleportation and came to the near Zhonghua Building.

Zhonghua Building!

Wu Yan stood at the door, looking at the restaurant in front of him, exactly the same as in his memory, and couldn't help but recall the scene when he first met Wuming.

At that time, I used Magneto's ability to make a modeled version of the sword flying, and flew over from above the Zhonghua Tower. Wuming also leaked the breath of his heavenly sword, affecting his sword, so that he fell directly from the air, and had the opportunity to meet Wuming and the Sword Saint.

After several years, when he returned to this Zhonghua Building again, Wu Yan felt endless sighs and feelings in his heart.

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In the dark night, Wu Yan could clearly hear a desolate erhu sound, which was heart-pounding. Wuming was commemorating his deceased wife again.

After pondering for a while, Wu Yan jumped and did not alarm the martial arts masters in the Zhonghua Tower, and fell directly into the backyard of the Zhonghua Tower.

"Is it a pity that a friend comes from afar?" As Wu Yan landed in the yard, the sound of Erhu continued, and at the same time, Wuming's voice sounded.

"Senior Wuming, I haven't seen you for ten years, is it still safe?" Wu Yan spoke and said loudly when he heard Wuming's words.

As Wu Yan finished speaking, the erhu sounded suddenly in the room, and then a wisp of sword energy appeared and came towards Wu Yan.

This wisp of sword energy gives people a sense of neutrality and peace.

Looking at the sword energy coming towards him, Wu Yan raised his fingers and pinched a sword technique. Then, the same wisp of sword energy came forward.

The collision between sword energy and sword energy disappears intovisible mutual disfigurement.

"Okay!" After the collision of sword energy and sword energy, Wuming shouted, and at the same time, dense sword energy came towards him.

The vast and central sword energy makes people feel a sense of conscience in their hearts, and the sword energy becomes even stronger.

Swallowing!

Facing the oncoming sword energy, Wu Yan had no intention of retreating. He bounced his fingers and wisps of sword energy also burst out with Wu Yan's sword fingers.

In an instant, sword energy spread across the backyard.

Ding Ding Ding!

With Wuming and Wu Yan fighting, Jian Chen, who was wiping the sword in a sword-hiding room in Zhonghua Pavilion, suddenly found that all the swords in the sword-hiding room sensed the pull of the qi, and they all started to vibrate. Many swords were even automatically unsheathed and inserted on the ground.

"Is this? Did the master fight with someone?" Jian Chen looked at this scene and looked surprised on his face.

After so many years, Master rarely takes action. Besides, besides the Sword Saint, is there anyone in the world worthy of Master?

Surprised in his heart, Jian Chen hurried out of the sword room.

Wuming, at this time, had already walked out of his house. The realm of the Heavenly Sword unfolded, and a great sword intent came from him.

As soon as the realm of the Heavenly Sword came out, Wan Jian surrendered. Even Wu Yan felt his breath and was subjected to a strong suppression.

This made Wu Yan secretly amazed in his heart. In terms of strength, Wuming's current crystal points are only 1,800, which is slightly weaker than himself. However, in terms of the realm of swordsmanship, Wuming is far from comparable to him.

As soon as the Heavenly Sword came out, the supreme sword intent made all the swords in the world pale.

A simple metaphor, Wu Yan is now like a snake king in his prime, while Wu Ming is like a dragon in his childhood.

In terms of strength, the snake king in his prime is stronger than the dragon in his childhood, but even the snake king will be suppressed by the congenital nature of his bloodline when facing the dragon...

"Master!" At this time, Jian Chen ran out of the sword room, looked at Wuming who had displayed the sword intent of the Heavenly Sword, and looked at Wu Yan, who was almost as young as him, and Jian Chen was very surprised.

So young, can my master actually use the sword intent of the Heavenly Sword?

Wu Yan also turned around, looked at Jian Chen, then raised his palm, and the heroic sword in Jian Chen's hand was automatically unsheathed and flew to Wu Yan's side.

Wu Yan could feel the aura of surrendering to the Heavenly Sword came from the heroic sword, which made Wu Yan's heart condense secretly. The power of the Heavenly Sword was indeed extraordinary.

"Sword Control!" However, although he is not as good as Wuming in the sword realm, at this time, Wu Yan doesn't mind overwhelming others with strength.

With the use of sword control, the heroic sword turned into two and two into four. In an instant, hundreds of flying swords appeared under Wu Yan's sword control technique, and then shot towards Wuming like a storm.

"What a magical sword technique!" Looking at Wu Yan's ability to control swordsmanship, Wuming's eyes lit up a lot, and he exclaimed in his heart.

However, looking at the dense flying swords that were shot over, Wuming carried his hands on his back, and the powerful sword intent turned into a layer of shield.

Flying swords hit the shield, causing ripples, like a lake under heavy rain.

However, Wu Yan's flying swords were suppressed by the sword intent of the Heavenly Sword, and only 10% of the power could be exerted by 50% or 60%. It was not so easy to break through the nameless sword intent.

After a long time, when all these flying swords were blocked, Wuming was surrounded by heroic swords, and only the smallest place around him was a pure land.

With a move of Wu Yan's palm, all the flying swords beside Wu Ming's side disappeared, leaving only a heroic sword. He returned to Wu Yan's side, and slowly rotated around Wu Yan's body like a spirit snake.

"I am worthy of being an unknown senior. As soon as the sky sword comes out, ten thousand swords surrender!" Wu Yan spoke and exclaimed sincerely.

"My friend Wu Yan, you haven't seen each other for ten years. Your cultivation level has reached the level of unpredictable gods and ghosts. It turns out that a hero comes from a young man, and the waves of the Yangtze River push the waves of the previous one..."

After the two of them had a discussion with each other, Wuming said to Wu Yan with amazement in his eyes.

Ten years ago, after Wu Yan copied Wuming's knowledge of swordsmanship, the two discussed swordsmanship, allowing Wuming General Wu Yan to be his confidant.

Sure enough, ten years passed in a flash, and Wu Yan's cultivation level actually reached such a level.

"It turns out that it's just a simple exchange. He is the master's friend."

When Jian Chen, who was a little nervous next to him, was relieved and murmured to himself when he heard the conversation between Wu Yan and Wuming.
Chapter completed!