This cold and arrogant voice sounded out of thin air, and then there was a thunder, which suddenly covered up the sound. An electric snake streaked across the sky. Yang Zhixiu, who was about to fight, suddenly stopped, stopped, and then raised his head and looked up.
In the sky, where lightning flashed across the sky, a star suddenly appeared, as if falling from nine heavens away. It arrived in a blink of an eye, and flew to the top of Yang Zhixiu's head.
This flying sword seemed to be born from another dimensional space, it was a green color, and its short sword body carried unimaginable power.
This is the gravitational potential energy falling vertically from the sky. After the continuous accumulation of the earth's attraction, it has increased to an unimaginable height.
boom!
Yang Zhixiu dodged slightly, and then his body was like a bow, rising and shrinking. He was like a frightened bird, and suddenly flew ten meters away. And the moment he dodged, an explosion erupted where he had just stood.
I heard an extremely terrifying explosion, and I felt a wave of air in front of me, blowing past my face, my ears buzzing, and then countless gravel and mud flew up, flying towards the sky and in all directions.
The mud was okay, those gravels carried countless terrifying forces, and hit the nearby mud houses. The nearest house suddenly collapsed, and half of it collapsed. At this point, a house in the middle of the village collapsed.
Except for the family holding the funeral and the collapsed funeral shed, there was no stable place in the stacked house. They all collapsed in this struggle.
I fell to the ground. After the stones had fallen a little, I stood up and took a look. I couldn't help shouting - wow, there was a deep pit with a diameter of three meters in the center of the explosion that made the sound just now.
It was dark, with wisps of green smoke slowly coming out.
This huge power not only frightened me, but also the uncle and the old lady who were struggling near the funeral shed were so frightened that they all jumped away, widening the distance, not daring to take action before the situation was clear.
When the time comes, fight to the death.
My eyes searched everywhere, and the first thing I saw was Yang Zhixiu. This madman stood with one leg on a telegraph pole not far away. This kind of telegraph pole was different from the cement pole we usually see.
Made of pine wood, the skin is green and black, and is quite old. This kind of thing is a product of the 1970s and 1980s. It has been abandoned in any normal place, but it has become the source of power supply in the village.
The wooden tips on it have long been decayed by the wind and rain over the years, but Yang Zhixiu was able to stand firmly on it without moving at all.
His figure was so peaceful, as if he was growing on a telegraph pole.
But his face was extremely ugly, and his eyes kept scanning, preparing to find the murderer behind the sword from the darkness. I looked at Zamao Xiaodao next to me, and he didn't speak, but he opened his mouth, and I
Looking at the shape of the mouth, I could barely read three words - one word sword.
One of the top ten righteous masters in the world, the former pig butcher, Huang Chenqujun, a one-word sword, unexpectedly arrived at this critical moment.
What is the purpose of this person's visit?
My heart was spinning rapidly, and in the darkness not far away came the excited shouting of his sister from the young master of Ciyuan Pavilion: "Uncle Huang, is it you? Is it you? Come and save us quickly, here is
There are so many bad people!" Hearing this girl's cry, I couldn't help but be surprised. Ciyuan Pavilion showed little strength this time. I didn't expect it to be connected to these top ten masters. Look at this title, could it be...
Could it be that this sword is an expert hired by Ciyuan Pavilion with a lot of money to help subdue the dragon?
If this is the case, it can also explain why Ciyuan Pavilion is so confident. If it were me, hiring such a person, I would naturally be able to go sideways.
Amidst Fang Yi's excited shouts, a short figure emerged from the darkness. He moved a little slowly on the muddy road. With everyone watching, he walked step by step to the deep pit in the field and leaned over.
Grabbing it, he took out a small green stone sword from it, then coughed, looked at Yang Zhixiu, who stood tall above his head, with a sarcastic look on his face, and said with a smile: "Master Yang, it's been a long time.
See you, why did you go to South Korea for plastic surgery... Uh, are you disfigured?"
Yang Zhixiu kept his eyes fixed on this ugly one-word sword, with a cold expression on his face, and said with a snort: "Old Huang Chenqu, why are you here?"
"Call me Mr. Huang Chenqu, do you know?"
Faced with Yizijian's furious reaction, Yang Zhixiu, who was on the telephone pole, laughed strangely: "He's just a lowly butcher, why do you have to pretend to be so impressive? Do you think that in your own name?
If you add the word 'jun' at the end, you will become a noble nobleman like Mengchang Jun? Yizijian, I have a personal vendetta to deal with here. If you are sensible, leave by yourself and don't disturb me!"
Yang Zhixiu was not polite to the one-word swordsman, but had a bad attitude. When Huang Chenqujun heard this, this ugly man was really aroused and said, "What are you? You are just a vicious dog that was kicked out by Tao Jinhong. Do you really take it seriously?"
Are you still the superior Maoshan talker?
"Isn't it, there is no need to argue about this, Huang Chou'er, others respect your ability and list you among the top ten masters of Nalaoshizi, but you yourself also understand what you are. Don't think that you can wield a sword.
Come and go, if you really hit me today, believe it or not, I will wipe out your whole family?" Yang Zhixiu said this, and I was a little confused. The power of Yizijian's sword that moved the sky just now was obvious to all.
If Yang Zhixiu really wanted to make a quick decision, he could have coaxed the Yizijian away and got to know us better before quarreling with him. Why did the two of them immediately choke upon each other and arouse hatred when they met?
I was so confused, but Huang Chenqujun's answer solved it: "Haha, Yang Zhixiu, I know that you have been coveting my reputation as one of the top ten masters for many years and feel that I am not worthy. It just so happened that you left Maoshan
We are in trouble, and I am in the right position, so why don't we have a fight to see whether we win or lose, and who will know in the future..."
Yang Zhixiu replied coldly: "That's what I mean, come on!"
As soon as the two people finished speaking, they handed over their hands, but when they saw the one-word sword throwing the stone sword in their hands, they jumped into the air, stepped on the flying sword, and suddenly flew towards Yang Zhixiu not far away, and in
Yang Zhixiu, who was on the telegraph pole, threw the short jade staff in his hand into the air. The exquisitely carved dragon on the short staff actually took shape, and he lifted the short staff and turned it into a large hazy piece.
The stick is seven or eight meters long and can be struck from afar.
The one-word sword flew in the air. When he saw the big stick smashing down, he couldn't help but shout: "Hey, Erlang turned into a magic staff? The massacre of twelve members of the Wang family in Guanjiangkou back then was actually done by you?"
He exclaimed in surprise, but his hands were not ambiguous at all. He turned over and stirred the emerald stone sword under his feet forward. The big green stick was immediately smashed into pieces, but the force on the flying sword was also the last.
Lost, and had no choice but to fall to the ground. When Yang Zhixiu waited for the one-zi sword to gain a firm footing, he swooped down, took the fallen jade short staff, and smashed it towards the one-zi sword, but he also admitted in his mouth, saying
So what if it's me?
Yizijian and Yang Zhixiu fought for several rounds in an instant on the ground. Two figures, one black and one green, were constantly changing their positions in the middle of the field. We were able to barely capture the figures of the two with the help of Qi field induction, and their cultivation was slightly lower.
If you look at it for a while, you will feel dizzy.
In the constant battle, both of them fell into silence, using up every ounce of their thoughts to deal with each other's attacks, and also mustering up every ounce of energy to launch the most deadly attack on their opponents. Dazzled, Zamao Xiaodao and I
Moving slowly towards the mourning shed, Zamao Xiaodao smacked his mouth and sighed softly: "He is indeed one of the top ten masters with the same name as my master. This flying sword makes... tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tusk”
Talk about it!"
I saw the stone flying sword constantly circling and stabbing in the air, turning left and right, disappearing and disappearing. Sometimes it was connected like a series of afterimages, and sometimes it appeared out of thin air when it was extremely fast. Even if I have never played with a flying sword, I still know it.
The flying sword skill of this one-word sword is like an antelope hanging its horns, it has reached the state of transformation.
What is "transformation"? It means that it is ever-changing and can be done as one pleases. The practice has reached the state of transformation, which is close to the Tao and the law of nature. Then anything that you already know, that you have seen before you have learned it, or that you have not seen but have heard about it many times has been understood.
Once you understand the techniques, moves and skills, you can pick them up at your fingertips and use them as you like, making your movements smooth and powerful. This is the realm that the one-word sword can achieve.
The one-word sword is so powerful, but in front of an opponent like Yang Zhixiu, it is like sailing against the current or walking in the quagmire. All the swordsmanship that is done in one go are subject to the greatest restraint, allowing him to be restrained when using the sword, being restrained when returning the sword, and being restrained even when running away.
Not long after the exchange, the two men clashed with each other, clashed with each other, and then suddenly retreated. After being separated by more than ten meters from each other, they finally stopped.
This is a fight that is like art, and this is a shocking battle.
Until the two of them stopped fighting, I couldn't tell who was winning and who was losing.
Silence, silence, everyone in the venue was shocked. No one spoke. After the death-like silence, Yizijian finally turned around slowly. There was a ferocious wound in front of him, and his chest was constantly
Ups and downs, he gritted his teeth, shook his head and sighed: "Oh, I didn't expect you to be the evil-faced person who caused a bloody storm in the world. How many evil things have you done in these years to become so powerful?"
Yang Zhixiu also coughed up a mouthful of blood at this time, but he was much more energetic and said calmly: "On the road to becoming a strong man, you can only succeed by leveling one hill after another. If I were not ruthless, I would have died long ago.
Maoshan's backyard, I can no longer remember the faces of the people who died in my hands...and I can only be worthy of their death if I become stronger!"
This hypocritical man raised the Erlang Magic Staff in his hand and was about to make the final decision on the one-word sword. At this time, a huge black shadow appeared behind Yang Zhixiu and bit his head.