The words had barely left his mouth.
Before the two men appeared an old man dressed in black robes, a smile on his face.
The wooden sword in his right hand slowly rose, pointing directly at Wu Junyan.
"I'm in a good mood today."
"I can give you another chance."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a completely black pill appeared, floating in his palm.
"As long as you agree to become my disciple."
"And if you agree to have offspring with this little nine-tailed fox here, I can grant you a great fortune."
"Take this pill first..."
Wu Junyan's face was also extremely ugly at this moment. He did not expect that the legendary inheritance of the Sword Desolate Immortal Emperor would actually have a madman appear.
He passed the test set by Sword Bone Cliff, but it wasn't as harmonious as he had imagined.
Instead, a madman wielding a sword appeared before them and, without warning, demanded that Ah Li and Wu Junyan have a baby on the spot.
Is this something a human being could come up with?
If this sword maniac really succeeds, Wu Junyan doesn't even dare to think about how he will face Xu Youyuan in the future.
Most importantly, having spent so much time in the sect, Wu Junyan could naturally sense that Bai Qingmo had feelings for Ah Li.
I can't believe I've encountered something so outrageous.
Before the two could speak, the smile on the Sword Madman's face grew even wider, his thick, long beard swaying with his aged skin.
"This pill was carefully prepared for you by this old man."
"I guarantee you won't be able to stop for the next ten days, transforming into a true war god..."
Looking at that lewd expression, Wu Junyan and Ah Li could easily understand what those words meant.
"Senior brother..."
Ah Li's voice rang out, her expression now showing a hint of anxiety.
The old man's strangeness had completely exceeded their expectations.
If they couldn't leave in time, both of them were worried that they might be killed by a sword fanatic.
Taking a deep breath, Wu Junyan calmed his previously disordered breathing and slowly spoke with a frown:
"Just give up on that idea."
"We will not do as you wish."
"Neither the legacy of the Sword Desolate Immortal Emperor nor your request will be granted..."
These words were spoken.
Sword Madman's smile froze instantly, and after a moment he looked at Wu Junyan with a complicated expression.
Although they were quite a distance apart, the two could still sense the change in the sword madman's aura; it was gradually turning cold, and even a hint of killing intent was emerging.
"interesting..."
"I, Jianwu, have lived my life with the sword. In the entire Tianqiong Continent, I rank second in swordsmanship. Who else dares to claim to be number one?"
“Now there are actually younger generations who have rejected my legacy.”
"As expected, this world has finally gone mad..."
"However, with such a promising talent as you, I certainly won't let you leave..."
"You'll thank me after this is all over..."
These words were spoken.
The Sword Maniac's aura suddenly erupted, and without the slightest hesitation, he unleashed a single sword strike.
The terrifying sword shadows transformed into tens of thousands of beams of light, flickering in the space.
A sharp, oppressive aura enveloped the two of them.
Without the slightest hesitation, both of them raised their auras to the extreme, and the nine sword shadows behind Wu Junyan merged into one.
A sword was drawn.
The nine blood tails behind Ahri also condensed into nine beams of light.
'Boom—!'
A loud bang suddenly rang out, and the contact was made in less than a moment.
The two figures were sent flying backwards.
Wu Junyan has always been very confident in his own strength. The entire Origin Secret Realm is just a training ground for them. As for the geniuses of Tianqiong Continent...
It's nothing more than a toy, utterly vulnerable.
But now, facing the Sword Madman, the gap between the two is simply too great. Even if they are at the same level, the Sword Madman's tens of thousands of years of swordsmanship accumulation is something he cannot compare to.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Wu Junyan struggled to his feet.
As the senior disciple of the Misty Sect, he still stood guard in front of Ahri at this crucial moment.
"So loyal and righteous..."
"As expected of someone I value highly..."
"Not bad, not bad..."
"However, I still prefer obedient lads..."
The smile returned to the Sword Madman's face, and his spiritual power surged forth once more as he unleashed a single strike.
They attacked directly at Wu Junyan's location.
"Senior brother..."
By the time Ah Li realized what was happening, Wu Junyan had already been subdued.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Sword Madman was about to stuff the pill in his hand into Wu Junyan's mouth.
Absolute suppression rendered them utterly powerless to resist.
Ahri wanted to continue her attack, but an invisible barrier of light appeared between the two of them.
"Little fox, it'll be your turn soon..."
"After taking this pill, you'll suffer for a long time..."
Hehehe...
The elixir was about to be ingested.
Wu Junyan slowly raised his head, and a cold voice echoed in the space.
"Old man."
"How dare you act recklessly towards my disciple?"
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