Chapter 216 The Dark Blade! Flooded Wudang (Please Subscribe, Third Update)

"kill!"

Ye Wushuang raised his long knife and slashed in the air.

In an instant, dark clouds gathered, and the sky that was hundreds of miles in radius was originally empty, but now it was shrouded in black clouds.

The earth fell into darkness.

Wudang Mountain is shrouded in panic.

All electrical appliances failed at this moment.

It's like being invaded and corroded by dark energy.

All the tourists’ mobile phones were out of service.

Even the sightseeing elevator stopped running, and it was just stuck halfway up the mountain.

The little fat man was trembling with fear, his round body hiding in a corner.

"Suffer death." Ye Wushuang was like a demon at this moment, and a knife gushed out.

Thousands of knife shadows immediately appeared in the void, layer upon layer, like angry waves, like sudden rain in the mountains and forests, rolling towards Mu Yan.

Mu Yan backhanded his sword, and a golden sword light flashed in the sky.

But under the shadow of the sword in the sky, the sword light couldn't resist even a breath and collapsed directly.

Mu Yan's face changed slightly.

There is a dragon roar coming from within the body.

A huge dragon shadow rose from behind and solidified in the air. It had blue scales, dense dragon whiskers, and ferocious eyes, like a real dragon flying in the sky.

"Sky Dragon!"

Ye Wushuang was not afraid and struck out with another knife.

The next moment, a hundred meters of dark sword light rushed out, as if it was about to tear the sky apart.

"Certainly!"

Mu Yan flew a little higher in the air, seemingly possessing great supernatural powers.

The sky-cracking dragon behind him had a strange light flowing in his eyes.

The huge sword light traveled across the sky and descended in a sky-splitting manner, but as Mu Yan made a final decision, its trajectory seemed to be stagnant.

In an instant, it turned into a huge dark sculpture, frozen in mid-air.

Like a long black bridge, it stands in the sky.

"It's useless." Ye Wushuang shouted.

Sure enough, after the sword light was fixed for a moment, it regained its magical power and continued to slash at Mu Yan with all the momentum.

At this moment, all the air was boiling like a tide.

The hundred-meter-long sword light was filled with Peiran's unrivaled power, and its aura shook the space.

Mu Yan looked at the huge sword hanging above his head and sighed: "Looks like he's about to show off some real skills."

He suddenly raised his hand!

However, there was no change in the surroundings.

Ye Wushuang laughed wildly: "Are you exhausted? You'd better be the ghost under my sword and stop struggling."

But the next moment, his eyes changed drastically.

The void behind Mu Yan gradually became distorted, as if something was about to rush out.

One after another, sea water steps out of the void, rising into water columns that fill the sky, layer by layer, one after another, constantly gathering.

The sea water filled the sky, covering the sky and the sun, like a huge tsunami.

Can you imagine that?

Mu Yan stood in the void, standing proudly in the wind.

There is a tsunami hundreds of meters behind it, rising continuously. The gap in the void seems to be a dyke opening, and the sea water is endless.

This scene was so shocking.

"Impossible, even the realm of water does not have such great momentum." Ye Wushuang said with a trembling voice.

He suddenly found that his body was trembling.

It seemed that Ye Wushuang, who had never known fear since birth, finally felt a hint of fear.

The boundless sea water, the tsunami that has risen to a thousand meters, the rolling waves, and the terrifying abyss.

Wudang Mountain is like a vast ocean hanging above your head, which may be submerged at any time.

On the top of the mountain, countless Wudang disciples wearing Taoist robes were shocked.

If the previous battle had not affected them here, the scene that looked like a natural disaster had completely shocked them.

"Is this going to flood Wudang?" In the Wudang Hall, an old man with an unfathomable aura said slowly with his eyelids twitching.

…

Mu Yan sneered, and as soon as he thought about it, the tsunami came from behind, like a big hand covering the sky, covering an area of ​​1,000 meters.

The hundred meters of dark sword light was directly squeezed by the expanding sea water, leaving no breath behind.

Water, since ancient times, has been the most destructive energy.

Ye Wushuang wielded the pitch-black blade, and streaks of demonic energy snaked upward like swimming dragons.

But the huge seawater flooded the top of his head. No matter how Ye Wushuang fought back, all methods were like mud and water, without any effect.

"No!"

Ye Wushuang screamed, and was hit by a huge tsunami. A series of sky-shaking impacts swooped down and hit him head-on, one after another.

The sea water poured in, submerging everything.

Countless tourists fled frantically into the distance.

At this moment, all the beautiful bells and famous mountains and scenic spots were swallowed up by thousands of seawater.

Only the sightseeing elevator suspended in mid-air was still making a squeaking sound, as if it was switching between starting and closing.

The little fat man was already dumbfounded with fright, looking outside with dull eyes.

The man who snatched his milk tea was standing in the sky like a god.

At this time, Mu Yan suddenly remembered the words of the three-faced generals, saying that the environment should not be damaged unless it was absolutely necessary.

"We need to be environmentally friendly." Mu Yan was ashamed and waved hurriedly.

Suddenly, the churning sea water slowly receded.

Wudang Mountain has returned to calm again, except for the wet ground and peaks.

However, after this washout, some scenery seems to be more translucent, like a bright mirror.

On the other hand, Ye Wushuang's bones were shattered and he was pinched by a big hand transformed from sea water.

Life and death depend on Mu Yan's thoughts.

"Are you the son of Lord Yan?" Mu Yan asked.

Ye Wushuang said weakly: "Why does everyone say that I am that person's son when talking about me... I really don't want to live in his shadow all my life."

Ye Wushuang, who has a heroic father and has been the son of the Flame Lord since birth, has always been unwilling to accept it and has always wanted to prove himself.

That's why he sneaked out this time, hoping to defeat all the league's masters and prove his way through victory.

Unfortunately, he met Mu Yan.

Mu Yan shook his head: "You really don't know the blessings in the midst of blessings. You live a life of fine clothes and fine food, and you have your father by your side. Why wouldn't you be willing to accept it?"

Ye Wushuang said excitedly: "But I want to be my own Ye Wushuang, and I don't want to be said to be the son of Lord Yan."

A trace of sadness flashed in Mu Yan's eyes: "It's much better than not having a father."

Ye Wushuang was stunned, as if he understood something, like a deflated ball, he stopped talking.

Suddenly, he raised his head and said bitterly: "You are right, I fell into trouble today, but my father loves me the most and will definitely avenge me. When the day comes when the alliance is destroyed by him, I will wait for you below. !”

Ye Wu's eyes flashed with hatred.

"As an enemy, you have killed so many of our compatriots. On behalf of the Alliance Protectorate, I will punish you!" Mu Yan said.

The giant hand squeezed hard, and Ye Wushuang turned into blood mist without even screaming.

After Ye Wushuang died, a ball of flame floated on the spot, as well as a dark blade.

"Is that the alien fire?" Mu Yan said to himself.

At this time, violent fluctuations occurred in his soul sea.

The fighting spirit of the Fire Mandrill King was struggling, as if he had seen something delicious and wanted to rush out.

Mu Yan smiled slightly, raised his palm, and a ferocious ape head as big as a small house flew out with burning flames!