On the grass outside the Ling family manor, Yang Haoran and Chu Tianhao stood opposite each other.
In addition to Ling Fusheng and Ling Yurou, there were many people surrounding them.
Chu Tianhao's sword stood proudly across his chest.
"I use a sword, what weapon do you use?"
Yang Haoran put his hands behind his back. He was obviously younger than Chu Tianhao, but he looked mature and mature.
"To deal with you, why do we need weapons? You can use any attack, I will defeat you with my bare hands!"
Chu Tianhao was startled at first, and then became quite angry.
"Okay, you actually look down on me! Do you know that the most powerful thing about my Yin Yang Sect is swordsmanship?"
"Haha, there's no point in talking, let's take action!"
Chu Tianhao shouted, moved his feet quickly, and pointed the tip of his sword directly at Yang Haoran.
The speed was so fast that everyone onlookers applauded in amazement.
Especially the expressions of those warriors responsible for protecting the Ling family manor changed greatly.
Chu Tianhao's strength definitely surpassed that of the Huajin Grandmaster warrior, and he was as calm as a mountain when wielding his sword. It was obvious that he had put in a lot of effort.
Ling Fusheng frowned and whispered to the guard captain beside him: "Act accordingly. If anything happens to Mr. Yang, help immediately. If necessary, shoot."
The guard captain agreed, but his heart felt a little bitter.
Against a warrior who has surpassed the level of strength, ordinary guns are of no use at all.
However, arrangements were made just in case.
Ling Yurou was full of confidence in Yang Haoran.
"Father, don't worry, Yang Haoran will not lose. He is not only superb in medical skills, but also in martial arts!"
Ling Fusheng was noncommittal and looked toward the open space.
At this time, Chu Tianhao was already in front of Yang Haoran. He extended his arm forward, raised his wrist slightly at the same time, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Yang Haoran's throat.
Yang Haoran said he was relaxed, but in fact he didn't dare to be careless.
Quickly pull back and dodge to the side.
Chu Tianhao's movements were also fast, his body turned slightly, and the sword turned into a sweeping sweep, still aimed at Yang Haoran's throat.
Yang Haoran squatted down to avoid Chu Tianhao's sword, and at the same time kicked Chu Tianhao's calf with a low kick.
Chu Tianhao uttered an ouch, and without bothering to attack Yang Haoran, he hurriedly stepped back.
Yang Haoran's eyes lit up and he successfully disrupted Chu Tianhao's attack rhythm.
Taking advantage of this moment, Yang Haoran advanced instead of retreating, almost getting close to Chu Tianhao's face.
Chu Tianhao was shocked, he had never seen such a fighting style before.
Because Yang Haoran was too close to him, the sword in his hand lost its function and became a liability.
He hurriedly retreated, trying to distance himself.
Who knew that Yang Haoran was faster, always moving close to Chu Tianhao's body.
"Aren't you good at swordsmanship? It's useless just to bluff people. Swordsmanship is for killing people, not for showing off.
Today you and I are destined, so let me teach you what real swordsmanship is!"
While Yang Haoran was approaching Chu Tianhao, he still had time to talk non-stop.
This scene made everyone watching the battle marvel, especially the warriors guarding them, who were even more stunned.
The battle between two people seems very ordinary, but experts know that it is extremely dangerous. You read the book
If Yang Haoran hadn't been much stronger than the opponent, he would never have dealt with him in such a relaxed manner.
Chu Tianhao on the grass kept retreating, but he could not close the distance between him and Yang Haoran, and he was sweating profusely.
It is true that Yang Haoran's movement is so weird, like a tarsal maggot that no one can get rid of.
Yang Haoran's right index fingers came together and turned into sword fingers, and he chuckled at the same time.
"The so-called weapon is just an extension of the arm, and the deciding factor lies in the person.
As long as you have a sword in your heart, you can make a sword out of anything, so why use that piece of scrap metal to scare people? Look at my random swordsmanship!"
While speaking, Yang Haoran's sword finger quickly pointed towards Chu Tianhao.
Although it was a sword pointing, there was a sound of breaking through the air at this moment, which was no different from a real sword.
Chu Tianhao was shocked and wanted to dodge, but his speed was a little slower.
Yang Haoran poked him in the chest, and a stream of true energy penetrated his body, just like a real sharp sword.
Chu Tianhao felt a sharp pain in his chest, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Yang Haoran kept moving, and pointed the sword finger at Chu Tianhao again.
"What the sword energy brings is caused by the sword technique. Being rigidly attached to something in hand is worse than nothing. Taoism emphasizes freedom and spontaneity. This is the essence of all Taoist kung fu. It's a pity that your master taught you to be an idiot! Look at the sword.
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While Yang Haoran was talking, his sword finger fell on Chu Tianhao again.
Chu Tianhao had already lost his sense of proportion, especially under the influence of Yang Haoran's words, and became upset and agitated.
With a clang, Yang Haoran knocked the sword from Chu Tianhao's hand.
And Yang Haoran's sword finger stabbed Chu Tianhao's body continuously. In a short time, Chu Tianhao's fine Taoist robes were turned into a beggar's uniform full of transparent holes.
The tattered monk's robe looked even more shabby and ugly when blown by the wind, and Chu Tianhao complained endlessly.
Yang Haoran had played enough, and suddenly his fingers turned into fists, and he punched Chu Tianhao hard on the chest.
With a bang, Chu Tianhao's body fell backwards and fell hard to the ground.
There was silence at first, and then there was a thunderous applause.
"Okay, that's great!"
Ling Fusheng looked surprised and looked at Yang Haoran with even more admiration.
Yang Haoran is really a strange person!
Chu Tianhao was so ashamed that he stood up hastily and patted the soil on his body.
The expression on his face was tangled, but he finally bowed to Yang Haoran and saluted.
"Thank you for your mercy, Brother Dao. It's because I'm not good at learning. But asking for Soul-Eating Iron is my master's order. This matter will never end here. Someone will come to ask for it again. Farewell!"
Ling Yurou secretly laughed at the side: "This Taoist priest is interesting. He was beaten up, but he still wants to thank others."
The captain of the escort team had a solemn look on his face and sighed: "Mr. Yang is extremely capable, so please show mercy to him.
Otherwise, even if his Taoist robe had turned into a sieve, he would have been dead a long time ago!"
Chu Tianhao was a straightforward person. He turned around and left, not even taking his sword.
"Hey, your sword!"
Chu Tianhao's feet froze slightly, and his face was already flushed.
"Since we lost, just leave it here with Brother Tao. Wait for someone from our master to come and take it back with the Soul-Eating Iron sooner or later."
Yang Haoran smiled and said nothing. Although he didn't have a good impression of the Yin-Yang Sect, he didn't hate Chu Tianhao.
This guy is an honest guy at all, and it can be seen from the thank you just now that Chu Tianhao is a person who has a clear sense of grudges and grudges.
Although he and the lame Taoist priest belong to the same sect, they are definitely not the same people.