Really.

Xiang Shaolong was stunned for a moment, and a trace of ecstasy immediately appeared on his face. His beloved mountain eagle was slain with a single blow, but instead of being a little sad, he became more and more excited.

"True Martial Thirty-Six Style! You are indeed a genius of Tianzhong, and you are worthy of my attack. ”

"Pick up!"

Xiang Shaolong's right hand turned into a sword and slashed out a sword. With this sword, the sword mangs grew to more than ten meters, like a long rainbow running through the sun. With a 'bang', the sword sprouted from beneath his feet, tearing the ring made entirely of basalt in half.

This sword mark is tens of meters long and half a zhang deep. It was as if a mountain could be split in front of him.

And the terrifying sword intent was overwhelming, as if it was going to kill all the people in the world.

Sky Hammer!

Yang Mucheng smiled faintly and once again used the thirty-six forms of true martial arts.

Rumble!

A terrifying loud sound sounded, and in the eyes of countless people who couldn't believe it, the sword rays of more than ten meters were actually shattered by his punch. Even his terrifying sword intent was torn apart at this moment.

......

"Emperor Yang actually suppressed the Sword Saint?" there was an incredible exclamation from the crowd.

"Isn't even the Sword Saint Emperor Yang's opponent?"

Countless people are discussing.

"This ...... Emperor Yang can really defeat the Sword Saint?" Xia Jun also looked at Gonggong Wei with an inquiry.

"I'm afraid, it's difficult!"

Grandpa Wei shook his head. "Although Emperor Yang is an immortal genius, the Sword Saint is an old-timer who has been famous for a long time. He has been sitting in meditation on Sword Mountain for decades, how can he not have any afterthoughts? And have you noticed that the Sword Master has not drawn his sword until now! A swordsman, only when he draws his sword is he really serious!"

At the same time, Li He was also looking at the ring with horror on his face. "This, this...... Yang Mucheng was able to suppress even the Sword Saint? Could it be that we can't avenge Gu Shangxian in this life?"

The corners of Xiao Qianjue's mouth raised a trace of arc and shook his head.

"This is just a move, how can you think that the Sword Saint has failed? If Yang Mucheng is an unreachable deep pool, then the Sword Saint is an incomparable ocean. Pay attention to the eyes of the Sword Master, there is shock, shock, excitement, and ecstasy in his eyes, but there is no fear! The Sword Master has not drawn his sword yet, and this battle has not yet begun!"

"Really?"

Li He subconsciously raised his head and looked towards the ring.

......

"The previous blow was fifty percent of my strength. If you can smash it, you already have what it takes for me to draw my sword!"

Xiang Shaolong put his right hand behind his back and slowly grabbed it forward.

A stone sword appeared in his hand.

"Old friend, decades later, it was actually a young strong man who let you out of the sheath...... I don't know if you'll be able to stain his blood!"

Xiang Shaolong lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand.

I saw that his five fingers suddenly clenched, and a surging internal energy poured into it, only to hear a 'click', and the 'Yun Miao Sword', which had been famous in the Xia Kingdom for more than a hundred years, was finally revealed.

Yun Miao Sword, four feet six inches long, was made by a yellow-rank forging master. Xiang Shaolong relied on this sword to fight more than 100 strong people and won the name of the Sword Saint. Then he lived in seclusion in Sword Mountain, and this sword was sealed in Sword Mountain by him.

Xiang Shaolong has lived in seclusion in Sword Mountain for decades, and countless horizontal refining powerhouses have gone up the mountain to challenge, but no one can make him draw his sword.

Unexpectedly, in the face of a fifteen-year-old boy, he actually drew his sword!

"Boom!"

Yun Miao's sword came out of its sheath, like a dazzling lightning bolt slashing through the void.

At this moment, the sword intent like a tide surged around frantically.

With a sword in hand, Xiang Shaolong is the invincible sword saint that people know.

"Here comes the sword!"

Yang Mucheng smiled faintly and snorted.

'Bang!'

The dragon-slaying sword in Lu Yao'er's arms flew out with a bang and fell into his hands.

The two stood a few meters apart, and the breath of the decisive battle was surging. The vast and powerful internal strength collided fiercely, and the long hair of the two danced without wind, and the robes hunted. At this moment, tens of thousands of people on the school field were overwhelmed by the momentum of the two and couldn't breathe.

only heard a 'crackling' sound, and the ground under the feet of the two of them burst out because they couldn't bear the shocking breath.

Rumble!

The ring was like being trampled by a giant and turned to pieces. Countless pieces of rubble, like shards of cannonballs, burst out in all directions.

At this moment, Xiang Shaolong took out his sword.

As soon as he danced with his sword, a sun and moon immediately rose behind him. The sun and the moon converged, turning the world, he looked like a god and demon who controlled the rules, and the infinite sword rays shot out like rain towards the holes in all directions, covering the entire school field almost instantly.

"Xiliang Sun Moon Peak Sword!"

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows, the same starting style, it is also this Xiliang Sun Moon Peak Sword.

In a split second.

On the school field, there are two rounds of golden days and two rounds of silver moons reflecting each other, forming a magnificent scene. The choices of the two are almost identical, putting the internal strength of the whole body into the sword, and condensing all the weapons in their hands.

Clang!

Slashing the Dragon Sword, Yun Miao Sword collided violently.

Boom –

A visible wave of qi burst out from the blade of the sword, jumping several meters high, like a tidal wave surging in all directions. Everywhere we passed, the rocks on the ground peeled apart inch by inch and turned into powder.

Countless people retreated into the distance with frightened faces.

In this astonishing explosion, the Dragon Slaying Sword burst out with a crisp sound. I saw that the Dragon Slaying Sword, which had accompanied Yang Mucheng through dozens of battles, was overwhelmed at this moment, and the place where it was slashed by Yun Miao's sword was actually cracked into countless fragments.

"The spirit rank supreme blade, after all, is still a lot worse than my Yun Miao Sword!" Xiang Shaolong smiled faintly.

As soon as his words fell, the sword light in his hand turned suddenly, and the sword went with his heart, turning into a dense sword light and rolling towards Yang Mucheng. At this moment, he had already slashed out a full sixteen swords, each of which condensed the internal strength and qi and blood of the whole body.

Yang Mucheng sighed secretly.

The decisive battle of a warrior contains many factors. In addition to cultivation, there are also exercises, blades, and magic weapons...... Although the Dragon Slaying Sword is powerful, it is still a notch behind the blades of the lower grade of the Yellow Rank. But at this moment, Xiang Shaolong's attack had already bombarded, and he couldn't help but think about it.

Boom!

The dragon slashing sword was sacrificed, and the sword body stabbed, teased, dialed, blocked, turned, pasted, and changed sixteen times in an instant, and the sword moves flowed smoothly, which stopped all of Xiang Shaolong's attacks. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Xiang Shaolong's second blow was already a rapid slash.

The arrow had to be sent, and in the face of Xiang Shaolong's long-standing sword, Yang Mucheng could only slash out a sword!

Click~

The two swords intersected again, but this time it wasn't a crisp blow, but a piercing tearing sound!

The Dragon Slaying Sword was finally overwhelmed, and under Xiang Shaolong's full slash, which not only contained internal strength, but also included physical body and strength, it turned into countless fragments and shot backwards in all directions. At the same time, Xiang Shaolong's sword power slashed at Yang Mucheng's chest.

Bang!

A muffled sound resounded, and under the shocked gaze of countless people, Yang Mucheng was like an off-string arrow that was shot out, knocking countless people away, and even hitting seven or eight city walls in a row, falling into a piece of ruin dust, completely lifeless.

"Holy!"

At this moment, Lu Yao'er, who had always been extremely confident in Yang Mucheng, finally changed her face.

PS: Thank you Xuan Ling Yuyu, the tail in July, and the reward that goes with the wind!~

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