"I am my master's disciple. This is an established fact. I am not lying. There is no need to take a piss to take a photo."
Faced with the evil sword master's cynicism, Yang Mu behaved extremely calmly.
Guo Chongding said: "Although my boss is only at the first level of the Snake Dragon Realm, even cultivators at the third level of the Snake Dragon Realm have died at his hands. Seniors, don't look down on others too much!"
He felt a little timid, but seeing how bad the other party's tone and attitude were, he couldn't help it and forced himself to speak for Yang Mu.
To the Evil Sword Master, the first level of Snake Dragon Realm is nothing but bullshit.
But when he heard that Yang Mu was only at the first level of the Snake Dragon Realm, but could kill the third level of the Snake Dragon Realm, the Evil Sword Master was somewhat surprised.
But it was just a little bit surprising.
Looking at the entire mountain and sea realm, there are countless geniuses and monsters of all kinds, and there are quite a few who can cross two small realms and kill powerful enemies.
After all, when it comes to actually taking action, the key to determining victory or defeat is not just the realm.
And the vast majority of these geniuses and evildoers are not qualified to let him, the peerless strong man of the elder generation, take a look at him.
What really concerned him was the determined look on Yang Mu's face.
It's like, no matter what others say, they can't change the fact that he is a disciple of the Thousand Faced Demon King.
"Boy, do you know that there were cultivators of my level who wanted to be my brother's disciples, but they were all rejected?
If you want to make me believe that you are his disciple, you have to prove it. Is it possible that I will believe you with just a few words?"
Although the expression on the Evil Sword Lord's face was not as full of disdain as before, it was not difficult to see that he still did not believe that Yang Mu could be a disciple of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord.
He knew his brother's temperament well, and it was impossible for him to accept any apprentices.
Furthermore, if the other party is really a disciple of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord, how is it possible that he needs to be contacted to find out about the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord?
"Prove my identity? This is very simple. I just need your cooperation, senior."
Yang Mu didn't seem embarrassed at all and immediately took over the conversation.
"Very simple?"
Evil Sword Master said suspiciously: "Then tell me first, how do you want me to cooperate?"
Yang Mu said: "Senior, you have competed with my master so many times. You should learn from him... uh, you should be inspired a lot by his swordsmanship?"
"It has indeed benefited a lot! But what does this have to do with your identity?"
The Evil Sword Master still didn't understand what Yang Mu was planning.
Yang Mu said: "Senior used a sword technique inspired by my master. If I could tell you which sword technique you were inspired by, wouldn't it be able to prove my identity?"
As soon as these words came out, both Xie Jianzun and Guo Chongding were stunned.
Yang Mu's words may not sound like much, but to the ears of experts like them, they are extremely arrogant.
Even if the Evil Sword Lord was inspired by a certain sword technique of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord and created his own moves, the sword moves would have already undergone huge changes in the process.
Unless one has an in-depth understanding of the sword technique that inspired Evil Sword Lord, it is impossible to deduce what sword technique he was inspired by just by looking at Evil Sword Lord's sword technique.
You know, the sword skills mastered by the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord are too numerous to count.
Even if Yang Mu is really a disciple of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord, it is impossible for him to have an in-depth understanding of every sword technique.
"Although I don't know what tricks you are playing, if you can really deduce my brother's swordsmanship from my swordsmanship, then I will believe what you said before."
The Evil Sword Master raised his brows, with a bit of coldness in his eyes, "Not everyone can see my sword skills. If you still can't say anything or say something wrong after I finish using a set of sword skills,
Then at the last moment, I will chop off your head!
Use your blood to put an end to my swordsmanship. What, even so, do you still want to take a look at my swordsmanship?"
"Yes! Senior, please."
Yang Mu nodded calmly, seemingly not realizing that he was facing a terrifying choice between life and death.
"Boss, do you want to stop thinking about it? There is no need to take such a risk!"
Guo Chongding was extremely anxious for him.
"Good boy! If nothing else, I kind of like your courage. I will slow down the speed of swinging the sword. You have 7 breaths. Look carefully!"
Clang!
This time, the Evil Sword Lord deliberately slowed down, and Guo Chongding finally saw clearly the moment when the opponent drew his sword.
But in fact, he could only see the afterimage of the sword, and his heart was filled with chills. He could conclude that if the Evil Sword Lord swung the sword at him at such a deliberately slowed speed, he would be killed in an instant.
Swish! Swish! Swish——
The next second, thousands of sword lights appeared in Guo Chongding's eyes, swimming around Yang Mu like fish.
The figure of the Evil Sword Lord blended into the sword light and gradually became blurry.
"This...is he deliberately slowing down? If he attacks with all his strength, it will be so terrifying! Even the immortals and demons in mythology are nothing more than this, right?"
Guo Chongding was horrified to death, his eyes widened, and he wanted to try to learn every move from the opponent's swordsmanship.
If you can be inspired to create your own moves, that would be even better.
However, he only felt dizzy and did not gain any benefit at all.
"The gap is too big. In this situation, unless someone intentionally teaches me, otherwise, I won't be able to learn anything from it on my own."
Guo Chongding was filled with disappointment, and then realized that five breaths had passed in a moment, and he looked at Yang Mu anxiously.
Seeing Yang Mu staring at the Evil Sword Master without saying a word, she immediately thought that he was just as blind as herself, and her heart sank.
After experiencing so many things, Guo Chongding regarded Yang Mu as a brother in his heart and really didn't want to see anything happen to him.
"No! There's still two more breaths left, it'll be fine. It'll be fine!"
Guo Chongding comforted himself without even daring to blink.
In the blink of an eye, two breaths of time passed.
Thousands of sword lights merged into one and were wiped towards Yang Mu's neck!
"Boy, watch your mouth in the next life and stop talking nonsense!"
The evil sword master's voice sounded, with a sigh.
He did not want to kill Yang Mu. He had given Yang Mu the opportunity to repent time and time again, but the other party insisted on seeking death. It was impossible for him to show mercy at this time.
"The Thirteenth Style of "Cangyou's Twenty-Eight Sword Styles"!"
Yang Mu finally spoke.
The figure of the Evil Sword Master appeared on his left side. The sword in his hand was still some distance away from Yang Mu's neck, but the sword energy had already cut a bloody mark on Yang Mu's skin.
After naming a sword technique, Yang Mu did not stop and continued:
"The seventh form of "The Immortal Sword Technique"; the sixth form of "The Nine Forms of Kanglong"; the first, third and eighth forms of "Chengyu Lingtian Sword"!"
He turned to look at the Evil Sword Master: "Senior, did I say something wrong?"
"Uh, why don't you just name one of the sword techniques?"
Guo Chongding was dumbfounded.
He thought he only needed to name any sword technique, but Yang Mu actually named several names, and even pointed out which technique the Evil Sword Lord had learned!
He looked at the Evil Sword Lord and found that the Evil Sword Lord also had a dumbfounded expression on his face.