Film and Television: A Man in White Horse, Begins by Becoming an Apprentice of Yu Sheng Demon

"I heard you've already clashed with Deng Tai'a? How did it go?"

Li Chungang looked at the rainy sky and asked curiously.

“He is very strong, stronger than all of you. Before my injuries were fully healed, none of you were his match.”

Rainy Day said mercilessly.

"Couldn't you be a little more tactful? Ever since my defeat against you, I've become more open-minded. So I'm not afraid of you trying to hurt me."

Li Chungang looked at the rainy sky and snorted coldly.

"I'm not trying to discourage you, I'm just stating the facts."

After saying this, Yu Tian vanished in a flash.

"Old Huang, did you figure out what was going on with that roar in the rain just now, and how the Heavenly Gate closed?"

Xu Fengnian asked with a cold face.

"Young man, that roar in the rain just now didn't use any sword energy or internal force, and the Heavenly Gate closed automatically."

"So I didn't figure out exactly how the rain caused the gate to close."

Jian Jiuhuang shook his head and said.

"Old Huang, can't you even tell how the Sword Immortal did it?"

Since Zhao Xun and Yu Tian went to Wudi City together, he became closer to Jian Jiuhuang, so he also called Jian Jiuhuang "Old Huang".

"I didn't realize that. But this action of yours must be an affirmation of his strength. Otherwise, the Heavenly Gate wouldn't have closed because of his roar."

Jian Jiuhuang analyzed.

"According to what you're saying, Lao Huang, it's really possible to knock Wang Xianzhi out with a single punch on a rainy day."

Zhao Xun said somewhat nervously.

"I don't know. According to them, the master is currently in a state of serious injury. If he recovers, perhaps no one or no force in the world will be able to shake him."

Jian Jiuhuang's face was full of admiration.

Zhao Xun listened to Jian Jiuhuang's words and extracted a lot of useful information from them.

First, the power of rain is unfathomable.

Secondly, he was seriously injured by a force during a rainy day.

Thirdly, the injuries sustained during the rainy day are healing rapidly.

"I really don't know whether Father was set up or set up in the bet with Rainy Day."

Zhao Xun murmured.

The battle between Yu Tian and Wang Xianzhi was scheduled for two days later. During this time, the mysterious young man's challenge to Wang Xianzhi, the second-best man in the world, attracted the attention of many forces.

They all used their intelligence agencies to investigate the background of Yu Tian.

Unfortunately, apart from discovering the name Yutian and the fact that Yutian had made a name for himself with his sword during this period, there was no further news about Yutian.

Two days later.

Above the city walls of Wudi City, the coastline of the East China Sea stretches as far as the eye can see.

Above the horizon, clouds surged and thunder roared.

Wang Xianzhi stood proudly in the void, his white hair flying, his eyes blazing, and his powerful aura surging out, as if he had merged with heaven and earth.

He hovered in mid-air during the rain. His body was filled with soaring sword energy, and the two swords in his hands emitted a chilling gleam.

Rainy Day's gaze was cold and stern as he looked at Wang Xianzhi, his voice booming and resounding.

"Wang Xianzhi, you are second in the world. I am a banished immortal from the mortal realm. From now on, I am the number one in the world, and you are second. Today you will know that mystery is called power unlike anything in the mortal world."

"I'll give you three sword strikes. After that, I'll use the power of one sword strike to cut off your retreat."

"Rainy Day said proudly."

Wang Xianzhi snorted coldly, flicked his wrist, and the longsword shone brightly. A dazzling sword aura poured down like a silver river, and wherever it passed, space seemed to be torn apart.

Upon seeing this, Yu Tian merely glanced at it with disdain.

Immediately afterwards, his internal energy surged wildly, and he formed a sword finger with both hands.

Instantly, the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth converged on him like a tide, forming an indestructible sword energy barrier in front of him.

The sword energy arrived with a roar, colliding with the sword energy barrier and producing a deafening sound. Amidst a flash of light, the sword energy barrier trembled violently, blocking the attack.

"Hmph, let's go again."

Wang Xianzhi frowned slightly, and the long sword in her hand danced once more.

This time, the sword strike was even more ferocious, with countless sword energies intertwining to form a huge sword net that enveloped the rainy sky.

With a loud shout, he moved like a ghost, weaving freely through the sword net.

With each movement he made, a gust of wind arose, and his hands clashed repeatedly, colliding with the sword energy and producing a series of booming sounds.

"You have a third sword."

Rainy day, he said to Wang Xianzhi in a low voice.

Seeing this, Wang Xianzhi directly took out his long sword and drew upon the energy of heaven and earth, causing giant waves to rise directly from the sea surface above the East China Sea.

Rainy Day's eyes trembled slightly, and then a sword aura swept past him, enveloping him completely.

He let the giant waves, mixed with sword energy, crash against his body.

Just as Wang Xianzhi was preparing to launch a full-scale attack, Yu Tian suddenly appeared beside him in a flash, as if teleporting.

Wang Xianzhi was startled and tried to dodge, but it was too late. Yu Tian swung his long sword, and a sharp sword light flashed. Wang Xianzhi felt a sharp pain in his right arm, and half of his arm was severed, blood gushing out.

Wang Xianzhi staggered back a few steps, her face turning pale instantly.

He covered his wound with his left hand, his eyes filled with resentment and anger. But the immortal's attack did not stop. Another sword aura struck. Wang Xianzhi barely managed to muster his strength to resist, but he was ultimately powerless and was sent flying by the sword aura, crashing heavily to the ground.

"I told you, if I draw my sword, I will cut off your retreat." Rain fell slowly, standing in front of Wang Xianzhi, looking down at him.

Yu Tian walked towards Wang Xianzhi, and stomped hard on Wang Xianzhi's shoulder with his right foot.

Looking down at Wang Xianzhi from his high vantage point.

"I'll give you one more chance. With all your strength, I will personally crush your sword heart."

He said coldly in the rain.

After speaking, Yu Tian took a half step back, staring at Wang Xianzhi who was slowly getting up from the ground. His eyes revealed endless coldness.

Immediately afterwards, the sword auras of the two slowly coalesced, and a phantom of immortals and demons materialized behind Yu Tian, ​​while a phantom of a Martial Emperor materialized behind Wang Xianzhi.

At that moment, the weather changed dramatically, and the clear sky instantly turned into rolling dark clouds.

As the phantom images of immortals and demons emerged during the rain, they appeared alongside the phantom image of Emperor Wu, Wang Xianzhi.

The auras generated by the two powerful sword strikes collided and surged invisibly.

This caused the surrounding space to begin to show fine cracks.

Wang Xianzhi's illusory figure as Emperor Wu was tall, like a majestic mountain peak, exuding endless majesty and domineering aura.

Clad in golden armor, its surface shimmering with light, he gripped a longsword tightly in his hand, its blade flashing with a cold light, the sword energy emanating from that light constantly slicing through the surrounding space.

His gaze was firm and sharp, like two blades, staring straight at the illusory figures of immortals and demons in the rain, his aura constantly rising.

The phantom of the Immortal Demon in the Rain is unpredictable. It is behind Rain, and the phantom sometimes condenses as if it were real and sometimes appears illusory as if it is about to disappear at any moment.

Half of its body radiated a sacred, ethereal light, pure white as snow, its brilliance seemingly capable of purifying all evil in the world.

The other half of its body was shrouded in billowing demonic flames, as black as ink, extremely evil, as if it wanted to drag all things in the world into an endless abyss.

The illusory figure of the immortals and demons wore a sinister smile that sent chills down one's spine.

Wang Xianzhi's Martial Emperor phantom made the first move. Wang Xianzhi shouted and the phantom behind him swung his long sword. A golden sword aura, like a roaring dragon, swept towards the immortal and demonic phantom behind Yu Tian with earth-shattering power.

Wherever the sword energy passed, space collapsed and everything was destroyed, as if the entire world was about to be cleaved in two by this sword.

However, Yu Tian was not afraid at all. He sneered and waved his hands lightly. The immortal and demonic phantoms behind him instantly intertwined with the immortal light and demonic flames, forming a huge vortex.

Within the vortex lay boundless, mysterious power, seemingly capable of devouring everything. Just as the sword energy of the Martial Emperor's phantom was about to strike the Immortal Demon's phantom, the Immortal Demon's phantom suddenly pushed the vortex away.

The vortex, like a hungry beast, instantly devoured the sword energy of the Martial Emperor's phantom.

Then, the vortex flew toward the illusory figure of the Martial Emperor behind Wang Xianzhi at an extremely fast speed, so fast that it was impossible for anyone to dodge it.

Wang Xianzhi was shocked and tried to resist, but it was too late.

The vortex instantly enveloped his illusory Martial Emperor figure, with immortal light and demonic flames constantly intertwining and eroding his body. The golden armor on the figure gradually shattered under the impact of this power, and the longsword in his hand also lost its luster.

"This vortex is a black hole. It was created when the space around me shattered during my massacre of immortals, which is how I came to understand it."

"Wang Xianzhi, I'll sever your arm with one sword, will you accept that?"

"Wang Xianzhi, I defeated your illusory Martial Emperor with a single sword strike. Do you accept that?"

"From this day forward, your arm will forever hang on this Martial Emperor City Wall, so that people will know that I, Yu Tian, ​​am the number one in the world."

As the rain fell, Wang Xianzhi, disheveled and ragged, was so enraged by the rain that she spat out a mouthful of blood before she could even compose herself.

If the first sword strike was an ambush that severed his arm, then the second sword strike, a genuine clash of strength, still resulted in his defeat.