The original Rentaro had no idea that Ye Huang's slight flick could be so powerful. The resonance of the entire sword almost made it impossible for him to hold the sword.
"If you want to take away my sword, there is no way!"
The former Rentaro's expression turned cold, and he used his right hand to forcefully hold the hilt of the sword in his hand. A violent tremor instantly spread to his arm, and the continuous force was transmitted directly from the sword body. The bone-piercing pain almost made him feel uncomfortable for the first time.
Release the hilt of the sword a second time.
Fortunately, Ye Huang's strength seemed to have suddenly stopped at this moment. The original Taro Ren was lucky enough to grab the hilt of the sword, and when he looked at Ye Huang, his eyes became filled with fear.
He seemed to have seen some clues. The Ye Huang in front of him was simply playing tricks on him. The other party was fully capable of competing with him, but he did not do so.
"Wouldn't it be boring for you to do this? How about you and I duking it out with swords?"
With a cold face, Hara Rentaro thought for a moment and said.
The opponent's cultivation level completely gave him no confidence. In this situation, if he competed with him in terms of internal strength, he would probably be the only one who dies in the end.
Therefore, he chose a more direct approach.
Sword showdown!
He has been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for hundreds of years, and has practiced the art of assassination to perfection. The former Taro used his own strengths to attack the other's weaknesses.
"Use a sword? You have a good idea. Are you afraid that your internal strength will not be able to support it for too long? You have lived for hundreds of years, and the longer you live, the more grandchildren you have. You are the first one I have ever seen!"
Opposite him, Ye Huang stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him from a distance, feeling funny in his heart.
This assassin simply regards himself as a fool. Just because he is young doesn't mean he doesn't understand anything.
The opponent has been using swords for many years and has probably reached a high level in swordsmanship. He wants to use this advantage to suppress himself.
But he didn't know that over the years, Emperor Ye had assassinated thousands of people, all with one fatal blow. Coupled with the insights he gained in Kunlun Mountain and Xiangguo Temple, his level of practice in assassination techniques was even worse than that of just one person.
High or low.
"I find you are very noisy. There is an old Chinese saying that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Don't you dare?"
"Don't use provoking methods to stimulate me. Since you want me to use the sword, there must be a bet. If I win, you must tell me who sent you to assassinate me, and which force you belong to!
"
"Losing means death. How can a dead person tell others news?"
The original Taro Rentaro frowned and said.
"I didn't say I must kill you, but if you just want to die, I can help you!"
As he spoke, Ye Huang smiled coldly.
"I think you should know that if I really wanted to take your life, you would not be alive until now. I advise you to think carefully."
As he spoke, Ye Huang was afraid that the other party would not believe it, so he suddenly started his body. Then the former Rentaro on the opposite side felt a strong wind suddenly hit him. Within his field of vision, the other party's figure was approaching rapidly. In his astonishment, he was about to come out.
When he raised his sword, the opponent suddenly disappeared.
When he reacted, he was back to where he started.
The former Rentaro here was already covered in cold sweat.
"Okay, I promise you, if I lose the sword fight, I will tell you everything. But what if I said I won?"
"Aren't you here to kill me? If you win, of course you will leave and I will die."
"That's not fair!"
"It seems unfair, but to be honest, you have no chance of winning, so for me, there is no such thing as fair or unfair."
With a faint smile, Ye Huang turned around and walked to the roadside, and directly broke off a long willow branch.
"This is my sword, start."
"I have met many capable people in my life, but none as arrogant and arrogant as you."
"That's because they are not strong enough!"
With a slight flick of his wrist on the spot, the leaves hanging on the willow branch in Ye Huang's hand flew down one after another, as if they had turned into iron darts.
"Ding ding ding!"
There was a rapid blast of sound, and all of it hit the concrete floor.
Seeing this scene, the original Rentaro no longer dared to be careless. He held the sword in both hands and directly entered a fighting position. The look on his face was even more serious.
He knew that he had met a powerful opponent today. From the skills the opponent showed, it was not difficult to see that the opponent's attainments in swordsmanship were by no means ordinary.
The twitching of a willow branch just now seemed ordinary, but it was actually a kind of twitching of sword flowers.
And compared to the long sword in his hand, the opponent's attack is much more difficult.
Willow branches are inherently soft and weak, but not everyone can do it if they want to capture the strength of the willow branches in an instant and burst out with tremendous power.
At least, his former Taro didn't think he could downplay it so lightly.
However, the bent bow has no arrow to turn around. He already has the arrow on the string. Even if he knows that he is outmatched, he can only go forward to meet him.
Holding the sword with both hands, he suddenly took a step forward. The original Taro gathered his inner strength on the sword and swept it directly towards the ground.
Large pieces of dead leaves and debris, as well as the gravel that Ye Huang had hit just now, flew into the sky and rolled directly towards Ye Huang.
But he didn't stop there and continued to attack, drawing the long sword to the ground again and again, stirring up layers of dust and sand to confuse Ye Huang, but the sword in his hand was swiping with each stroke.
Time, constantly gathering internal strength to reach the point where he can assassinate the opponent.
"You do have some skills. No wonder they invited you here."
Although Ye Huang vaguely guessed that this swordsman might be invited by a living Buddha with different intentions on the plateau, he was not completely sure. He sneered and stepped back.
The willow stick in his hand turned into a sword shadow flying in the sky, just like the former Rentaro before, blocking all the rubble thrown by the opponent.
Different from the way the opponent held the hilt of the sword, the willow branch in Ye Huang's hand seemed to be glued to his hand. During the rapid rotation, the true energy was directly transferred from Taidantian to the willow branch, just as he was doing it.
The willow branches are lush and green, and despite the friction with the gravel and sand, not a single bit of skin has been lost.
In other words, Ye Huang used the true energy in his body to attack all his attacks, rather than the willow branches themselves. This was completely different from the previous attacks by Rentaro who used the toughness of his shuriken to attack the gravel.
However, Hara Rentaro, who had been gathering his offensive, did not notice all this.
At this moment, the aura in the latter's whole body was growing wildly, and murderous intent was once again permeating the air, but Ye Huang could clearly feel the instability in the other's murderous intent.
The opponent has lost the belief that he will win from the very beginning. Let alone being unable to match him in terms of strength, even if he is, it may be difficult to kill him.
The moment the other party revealed his murderous intention, a smile appeared on Ye Huang's face.
Suddenly, the former Rentaro suddenly stopped his forward offensive. The fallen leaves, dust and debris flying in the sky also completely stopped at this moment, as if the earth returned to a state of silence within a second.
"This is my strongest move. If you can do it next, you win!"
Slowly raising his head, Hara Rentaro spoke.
"good!"
Without much nonsense, Ye Huang nodded directly in agreement.
