If a person sprints for a hundred meters, it will take about ten seconds, but at such a peak speed, it is impossible to run several kilometers in a row.

By the same token, although Wu Yan had more than 200 kilograms of metal control before, it was impossible for him to maintain this level of strength for a long time, let alone fly quickly while stepping on the sword.

Therefore, before, Hengshan City and Shaolin, Wu Yan only used this as a means of temporary escape. As for flying dozens of miles on the sword, Wu Yan still did not have this ability.

But now, with severe injuries and Wu Yan's ability has been broken through, he can find that flying in the air with his feet on his sword is no longer a huge burden on him.

Of course, the faster you fly, the greater the burden.

He lifted himself with a sword and Wu Yan floated towards the Black Wood Cliff. Although the speed was not slow, it was impossible to rush in the air like the legendary sword immortal.

Although Wu Yan's flight looked more like floating, countless disciples of the Sun and Moon Sect were still dumbfounded when they watched this scene, and even many people didn't feel the weapons in their hands fell to the ground.

"You... look... there is a person flying in the sky..." A disciple of the Sun and Moon Sect fell to the ground with a steel knife in his hand, staring at the figure in the sky as if he was dumbfounded.

Dingding Ding Ding...

More and more disciples of the Sun and Moon Sect looked up like they were infected, and then the weapons in the hands of the disciples fell one after another.

For those who are in the Swordsman's Plane, they suddenly see someone flying in the sky. Such shock is hard to describe in words.

"A god? Did the god descend to earth?" Some disciples knelt down to the ground and worshiped Wu Yan floating in the air, with a pious expression.

"No, it's the Sword Immortal. I remember hearing legends when I was a child that the Sword Immortal can step on the flying sword. This is a Sword Immortal. It turns out that there are really gods in the world..." Some people also looked at Wu Yan in the air frantically and said loudly.

"Wait, why do I think this figure looks like Deputy Master Wu?" Some people have better eyes and look at the figure floating in the air and speak.

"Associate Master Wu?" This sentence made many people stunned. After looking at it carefully, it did look very similar.

"I understand! The deputy leader has already had the ultimate trick of using his energy to control his sword. In the battle of Shaolin Temple, he heard that he fell off the cliff and died. I think he became an immortal after his death, right?" Some people quickly figured out the plot and shouted, and the more they said, the more they felt it made sense.

"The deputy leader has appeared, please bless us..." Thinking that Wu Yan is indeed known as the Ghost Hand Sword Saint, it is completely reasonable that Wu Yan is flying with the sword. In an instant, all the disciples of the Black Wood Cliff knelt down and shouted loudly, looking fanatical.

This is the first god to appear in ancient times.

"What's the situation? What are the people below shouting?" Wu Yan was floating in the air, obviously also heard the messy shouts below. He looked down from a high point, but he couldn't hear it sincerely, and then ignored it.

At this time, Wu Yan's mind was all focused on Dongfang Bubai's side, hoping that Dongfang Bubai could hold on, but he must not lose as quickly as in the original work.

"The original work was burdened by Yang Lianting, but now it is not. Moreover, Dongfang Bubai has also practiced the flying needle technique. I think it would not be defeated, right?" Wu Yan controlled the sword and flew to the back mountain, murmured in his heart, which was considered self-comfort.

However, Wu Yan always felt uneasy in his heart without seeing the battle situation with his own eyes.

At the same time, the battle at the back mountain had entered a tragic stage. Ren Yingying's body was penetrated by two embroidery needles. It was obvious that she had no power to fight again when she lay on the ground.

Xiang Wentian was lying on the ground and had no breath, and he was obviously dead.

Linghu Chong and Ren Woxing were also injured, especially Ren Woxing, whose wounds were all covered in blood.

If it weren't for more than ten years of hatred, he might have been lying on the ground at this time.

Of course, Dongfang Bubai looked even more tragic, and his red robe had become even redder. Due to excessive blood loss, Dongfang Bubai's face looked terrible white, his body felt colder and colder, and his consciousness was already blurred.

"Dongfang Bubai is indeed the number one master in the world. So many of us join forces are not his opponent." Linghu Chong was relatively milder in injuries. Seeing Dongfang Bubai finally staggering and falling to the ground, he was amazed in his heart.

At the same time, he was also a little confused. In the battle just now, he could feel that Dongfang Bubai seemed to be merciful to him.

Linghu Chong jumped to Dongfang Bubai's face, pointed the sword in his hand at Dongfang Bubai's throat, but hesitated and asked, "Why are you showing mercy to me just now?"

It was obvious that Dongfang Bubai was stabbed by his sword, which made Ren Woxing's magical abilities suck a lot of blood. It was clearly the first time he met him, so why did he show mercy to his subordinates? This made Linghu Chong unable to understand.

"You have a good relationship with Wu Yan, right? He has passed on all his sword skills to you." Dongfang Bubai's consciousness was a little vague, and he replied reflexively to Linghu Chong's words.

"..." Dongfang Bubai's words silently made Linghu Chong.

Indeed, if it weren't for the blocking move that Wu Yan passed on to him, he might have been dead for a lifetime in one battle today, but he used this sword technique to deal with Dongfang Bubai, and Linghu Chong felt a little guilty.

"Hahaha, Dongfang Dog Thief, I'm still laughing to the end." Although Ren Woxing over there was already seriously injured, he saw that Dongfang Bubai had fallen to the ground at this moment, so he forced his breath of true energy, laughed over, raised his palm, and slapped Dongfang Bubai's head fiercely.

If this palm falls, let alone Dongfang Bubai’s head, even a stone can be shattered.

However, at this moment, a sword light flashed by.

Ren Woxing screamed, covered his palm and retreated, and half of his palm fell to the ground...

"Linghu Chong! What are you doing??"

He covered half of his cut palm with his hands, and Ren Woxing's eyes were red, as if he had chosen someone to eat, staring at Linghu Chong tightly.

"No... it's not me... my sword... was out of control just now..." Linghu Chong also looked at a loss.

"My sword is not under control!" When Ren Woxing heard Linghu Chong's words, he felt a sudden slap in his heart, and a feeling of uneasiness suddenly rose from his heart.

"Wu...Wu Yan..." Dongfang Bubai lay on the ground, his consciousness was blurred, but his eyes saw a figure slowly landing in the sky.
Chapter completed!