Boom——!
The sky trembled, like thunder exploding.
The sword of the white-bearded old man actually struck the sky with the power of collapsing the sky.
Zhang Xiaozu felt that the whole sky suddenly collapsed, and his flying body fell directly to the ground.
boom!
His feet fell to the ground, and the ground trembled violently. Almost half of the square was sunk under his feet.
The green and cold blade of the Qinglong Yanyue Saber struck down on the head.
Zhang Xiaozu's Qi was flowing all over his body, and his veins popped out. He stepped back with his right foot, took a lunge, raised his palms to the sky, clamped the blade of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, and tried to catch the sword with his bare hands.
"Bah!"
The white-bearded old man yelled angrily, stepped forward with his right foot, grabbed it with his left hand, pressed the handle of the knife, stretched out his arms, and pressed down hard.
Zhang Xiaozu's body sank under the pressure, his knees shook slightly, and he almost fell to the ground.
The ground of the square sank again.
The bluestone floor tiles with a radius of twenty feet under Zhang Xiaozu's feet were lifted into the sky by the violent energy impact.
Although the sword was a bit awkward to receive, he caught it head-on without any fancy.
The white-bearded old man's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but secretly be surprised: "What a powerful law of power!"
Although he collapsed the sky with one strike, Zhang Xiaopeng held up the sky with his palms and stepped on the earth, using the weight of the earth to absorb his power of collapsing the sky.
This was a collision of the laws of power, and he didn't take any advantage, so he was frightened.
At the same time, Zhang Xiaozu's violent and ferocious power also frightened him.
But he was frightened, and the movements of his hands did not stop for a moment, not giving Zhang Xiaopou any time to breathe.
I saw him stepping on the spinning step, and the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was suddenly withdrawn from the middle of Zhang Xiaopeng's palms. Then the handle of the knife rotated around his waist, and the blade swept towards Zhang Xiaopeng.
Zhang Xiaopeng bowed his body and sprang out like an arrow from a string, running in the direction of the Yanyue Sword's sweep and pressing towards the white-bearded old man.
The strike just now made him realize that the white-bearded old man had advanced cultivation and superb swordsmanship. He would definitely not be able to catch his five swords with force, so he could only use offense as defense.
And the best defense is offense.
The white-bearded old man struck out with his palm, trying to force Zhang Xiaopeng back.
Zhang Xiaozhu's movements were erratic, like a ghost. He caught the flaw in the white-bearded old man's palm with his subtle mind. He dodged the palm. At the same time, he grabbed the five fingers of his right hand at a tricky angle and grabbed the white-bearded old man's left wrist. .
The white-bearded old man turned his left hand into a knife and slashed at Zhang Xiaopou's right claw.
At the same time, there was a clang, and the blade of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword struck the ground. He pushed it horizontally with his right hand, and the handle of the knife turned into a stick and hit Zhang Xiaopeng.
Zhang Xiaopou kicked the knife handle, and at the same time, his right hand turned his claw into a fist and met the white-bearded old man's knife.
boom!
The Qinglong Yanyue Sword was kicked backwards by him. At the same time, his fist collided with the white-bearded old man's palm sword, forcing the white-bearded old man to take a step back.
Zhang Xiaozu's punches were strong and powerful, but immediately followed by an undercurrent that was hard to guard against and difficult to resist.
What makes him feel regretful is that as his strength improves by leaps and bounds, it will be difficult for him to use the second phase of his imitated power state of mind, otherwise his power will be even more terrifyingly lethal.
The white-bearded old man glared angrily, suddenly thrust out a long stick from his lower back, and stabbed Zhang Xiaosu's throat from bottom to bottom.
The blow was very sudden, as if there was a master wielding a stick hidden behind him.
But apparently not.
This stick is not a stick, but the tail of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
Just now, Zhang Xiaopeng kicked the Qinglong Yanyue Sword away. The white-bearded old man took advantage of the situation and threw the blade head behind him. The tail of the blade was hidden in his lower back, and he stabbed it out unexpectedly with a killing move.
He tried this trick repeatedly, but it couldn't hide Zhang Xiaozu's subtle state of mind.
Zhang Xiaopou raised his head and leaned back to avoid the sword tail, and then kicked the white-bearded old man in the crotch with his right foot.
The white-bearded old man put his knees together and pressed down to block Zhang Xiaopeng's kick. At the same time, he grabbed the handle of the knife with his right hand and slammed it down.
Because the tail of the knife was thrust from above Zhang Xiaozu's body which was leaning back, at this moment Zhang Xiaozu's whole body was leaning back under the handle of the knife.
This stick can be said to be a hit.
A smile appeared on the corner of the white-bearded old man's mouth, feeling that Zhang Xiaopou had no way to escape.
But the next moment, the smile on his lips suddenly froze, because he found that the tail of the knife was actually held in Zhang Xiaopou's hand.
He had no idea when Zhang Xiaopou's hand held the tail of the knife, so he wondered if he was suddenly dazzled, but the pulling force on the handle of the knife told him that he was not dazzled.
The tail of the sword was indeed held by Zhang Xiaopou, and he was trying to snatch his Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
He didn't understand. He didn't understand. It felt like he was distracted for a moment when he was fighting, and Zhang Xiaozu did something he didn't know about when he was distracted. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly saw Zhang Xiaozu.
The pawn held the tail of the knife, but he had no idea about the process.
It's as if perception is missing at a certain moment.
The white-bearded old man was frightened.
He thought that if Zhang Xiaopou was an opponent with the same strength as him, or higher than him, this moment of lack of perception would definitely cost him his life.
"Enter the subtle state of mind, the state of breaking barriers!"
The white-bearded old man soon had the answer in his mind.
Cang Qiqi was standing at the entrance of the square watching the battle. When he saw the white-bearded old man letting Zhang Xiaopou easily grab the tail of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword under his nose, he was not as surprised as other spectators, or he guessed that it was the white-bearded old man.
He did this intentionally, because he knew that the old man with white beard had suffered the same thing as he and Zhang Xiaozu during the battle, and suffered from a lack of perception.
To be precise, it is not a lack of perception, but a perceptual illusion, or an omission of perception.
Zhang Xiaozu used the subtle state of mind to influence their perception, giving them a perception illusion in which they thought they had seen everything, but actually ignored a certain point.
To put it simply, it means that the opponent unconsciously focuses on a certain point and ignores another point, but his brain tells him that he has not ignored any point and can see very clearly, thereby creating a perception illusion.
The principle is similar but different from the juggling performed by charlatans on the street using blind tricks.
For example, in the battle between Zhang Xiaozu and Cang Qiqi, Cang Qiqi thought he had seen all Zhang Xiaozu's attacks, but actually ignored the attacks on Zhang Xiaozu's feet. When he suddenly woke up, Zhang Xiaozu's toes were only a few inches away from his Dantian.
One inch distance.
Another example is that at this moment, the white-bearded old man blocked Zhang Xiaozu's kick to his crotch in an instant. At the same moment, he also noticed Zhang Xiaozu's body leaning back and his arms that were stretched to the ground due to body imbalance, but in fact
He only saw Zhang Xiaopou's left arm reaching the ground, but ignored Zhang Xiaopou's right arm.
On the way to Canghai City, Zhang Tufu told Zhang Xiaozu the techniques to use after entering the subtle state of mind and reaching the barrier-breaking state. He practiced quickly and achieved some success.
It is said that after practicing to the extreme, you can even insert the knife into the opponent's body before the opponent reacts, or even die without knowing how you died.
Zhang Xiaozu is still far from the ultimate.
With the tail of the sword in his hands, Zhang Xiaopeng would not let go. He instantly bullied himself in front of the old man with white beards, unleashed his physical skills, and launched a fierce attack on the old man with white beards. The old man with white beards had great sword skills, and his ability in close combat was obvious.
Not as good as Zhang Xiaozu, Zhang Xiaozu's fists and kicks spread out, and he instantly fell into a situation that he was tired of dealing with.
boom!
The white-bearded old man suddenly erupted with terrifying power and forcibly knocked Zhang Xiaopeng away.
His body jumped into the air, and the Qinglong Yanyue Sword split the void with a hiss, then struck Zhang Xiaopeng head-on.
Zhang Xiaozhu looked frightened and wanted to retreat and escape, but his body was imprisoned by an invisible force, making it difficult to even take a step back.
Just when he was hesitating whether to use the Ghost Eyes, the white-bearded old man suddenly put away his sword, snorted with a not so good look on his face, and said in a buzzing voice: "You passed the test!"
According to the total number of rounds played between the two, Zhang Xiaozu can indeed be considered as having passed the test, but if he insists that he has to use five knives to count, Zhang Xiaozu can't say anything.
But obviously he is not a loser.
"Thank you for the concession, senior!" Zhang Xiaozhu said respectfully. He admired the white-bearded old man's broad-mindedness greatly.
If I had known that there were onlookers all around the square, it would be difficult for an old man to admit that he lost to a young man in front of so many people.
"I am Cangjia, Cangwuyue." The white-bearded old man announced his name and got out of the way.
This is a recognition of Zhang Xiaozu’s strength.
Zhang Xiaozu bowed respectfully again, and then called the thundering flame horse to him. He did not mount the horse again, but led the thundering flame horse towards the gate of Cang's house.
"Younger generation, I dare to offend the Holy Power, please forgive me!" Arriving in front of the door, Zhang Xiaopeng saluted respectfully towards the open door, and then stepped onto the stone steps in front of the door.
"Please!" A Cang family disciple stepped forward to lead the way.
Enter the gate, walk along the spacious avenue, and arrive in front of the main hall after more than a thousand steps.
Although this hall is not as big as the Huangji Hall, the main palace in the palace, it is more majestic and majestic than the Huangji Hall with its golden bricks and green tiles and stunning views from the towers.
There was an old man with red eyebrows standing in front of the palace gate.
He saw Zhang Xiaopeng walking closer, raising his hand and pulling out a knife from the void space.
Zhang Xiaozu couldn't help being surprised when he saw the knife in the old man's hand, because it was a broad-backed broken knife less than three feet long.
The old man held the knife in front of him and asked, "Has Butcher Zhang arrived at the Holy Realm?"
"My grandfather has indeed attained enlightenment and become a saint." Zhang Xiaozu responded.
Hearing this, the old man smiled bitterly and murmured: "This knife was cut off by Butcher Zhang. I have been practicing hard for twenty years to avenge him for breaking the knife. Who would have thought that he has already left me thousands of miles away.
Following in the footsteps of saints is hateful!"
Zhang Xiaozhu's expression froze slightly, thinking that this last hurdle must be difficult.
The old man looked away from the broken sword, looked at Zhang Xiaopou and asked: "You are his grandson, have you practiced his sword skills?"
"My grandfather has taught him all his sword skills." Zhang Xiaozu nodded.
"Then how did you learn?" the old man asked.
"It still satisfies his old man." Zhang Xiaopou said.
"Okay then -" the old man flicked his wrist, pointed the broken sword diagonally at the ground, and said: "Use the sword technique he taught you to take a blow from me. If you can catch it, I will let you enter the main hall to drink tea."
"Then I'll be brave enough to teach you." Zhang Xiaozu took out the bone knife from the mustard seeds.
Two rays of red light shot out from his pupils, and the power of ghost pupils was poured into them.
This is the home of Sword Saint Cang Yihai. He doesn't dare to use ghost pupils rashly, so he can only do the next best thing and let ghost spirits enter his pupils.
Although the effect is much worse than using ghost eyes, it is better than nothing.
"Watch out!"
The old man warned, then raised his hand and slashed at Zhang Xiaopeng.
This chapter has been completed!