Song Xiaoxing, a disciple of the Flying Sword Sect, has a transcendent status in the Flying Sword Sect, not only because there are people from the Song family among the ancestors of the sect, but also because he has reached the ninefold cultivation of the Martial Master Realm at a young age.

Its heritage, compared to Huoziyan, will never be less.

Such a character, walking in the world, even if he is a strong man in the realm of martial arts, he must give some face, and if he encounters some small families or small tribes, he must be regarded as a guest.

But for Yang Tian, all this is nonsense, Song Xiaoxing killed him before, this is an undying revenge, even if he has a background, he doesn't care.

A half-step Martial Sect Realm Huo Ziyan, he can deal with it, not to mention a Song Xiaoxing of the Martial Master Realm Ninefold?

Even if Song Xiaoxing has a foundation and can burst out with strength that exceeds the ordinary number of times, Yang Tian is confident, he is not weak.

Yang Tian chuckled and spoke, there was no trace of fear in his words, and his expression was extremely calm.

Song Xiaoxing already hated Yang Tian very much, but suddenly when he saw Yang Tian, when he was about to make a move, his heart moved, "Hmm? It seems that something is not quite right? He looks too calm and calm, isn't he afraid of me?"

In fact, it is no wonder that with his ninefold cultivation in the martial arts realm, and he is from a big faction, his true strength is indeed shocking.

In particular, in his opinion, Yang Tian's cultivation is only a fourfold martial artist realm, and he is only successful in refining his body, which makes it a little difficult to deal with.

However, this is just a little more difficult to deal with, not that it can't be dealt with, and it is not even a level of fear.

"There is a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no door in hell to break into!Yang Tian, since you sent it to the door, don't blame me!" Song Xiaoxing raised his vigilance in his heart and said coldly.

"I won't blame you, Song Xiaoxing, let's take action! You and I hate each other, only one person can survive in the end!" Yang Tian said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xiaoxing grabbed the illusory big sword, slashed in the air, and suddenly there was a sword ray, slashing towards Yang Tian.

Yang Tian smiled faintly, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, the Xingchen Sword suddenly came out with a loud sword sound, a silver light flashed, and the sword that Song Xiaoxing cut off suddenly collapsed directly.

"What a fast speed!" Song Xiaoxing's martial soul is the sword soul, and the martial arts he cultivates are also related to the sword, so it can be said that among the martial artists below the martial arts realm, there are few who can match him in terms of understanding of swordsmanship.

But this scene immediately made him understand that Yang Tian's perception of the sword was not below him at all, and even because of the existence of the sword spirit, perhaps Yang Tian's perception was far better than his own.

"It must be decided quickly, if Yang Tian takes out the sword spirit, I may not be his opponent. In the blink of an eye, Song Xiaoxing understood his own situation, during this period of cultivation, although the true yuan in his body had recovered somewhat, it had not fully recovered, and it was impossible to burst out of peak combat power.

In this way, you can only fight quickly, so as not to have too many dreams at night!

Thinking like this, the momentum of Song Xiaoxing's whole body suddenly changed, becoming as if it was an unsheathed sword.

Yang Tian's expression changed, Song Xiaoxing's momentum, he felt it most really, if he closed his eyes at this moment, he would even think that it was not a person standing in front of him, but a sword out of the sheath.

This...... It's momentum!

The illusory big sword was originally Song Xiaoxing's martial soul, and it was also the sword soul, at the moment when Song Xiaoxing's momentum changed, the illusory big sword, its sword body, suddenly condensed, and it was just a snap of the fingers, and the illusory big sword seemed to have become a real sword.

The momentum on the sword soul, combined with the momentum emitted by Song Xiaoxing himself, a momentum belonging to the sword suddenly took shape and crushed towards Yang Tian.

This kind of potential is not visible to the naked eye, but the warrior himself can feel it.

For Yang Tian, it was as if there was a sword of heaven and earth, which was suddenly cut down from above the nine heavens, and he couldn't dodge this sword at all.

If it is an ordinary martial artist, when he encounters this kind of sword momentum, his heart must have collapsed, even if it is better, he can only send out three or five percent of his strength.

But for Yang Tian, although this sword momentum was amazing, he could ignore it.

It's just because, when this sword momentum came over, there was also a momentum in Yang Tian's body that rose and crushed away.

This momentum contains the dragon power, contains the perception of the sword in the sword domain, although this momentum is not a simple sword momentum, but it does not belong to the sword momentum at all.

Between the two momentums, the silent confrontation, a gust of wind blew, like autumn, blowing up pieces of fallen leaves.

"Hmph, your comprehension of the sword momentum is still too poor!" Song Xiaoxing was surprised in his heart, but on the surface, he didn't show the slightest hint and said disdainfully.

"The sword borrows the sword momentum!"

Song Xiaoxing snorted lightly, his speed exploded, and he held the sword soul in his hand and slashed down towards Yang Tian fiercely.

Sword pose?

Yang Tian really didn't know, but he already had some understanding in his heart, but he still needed to verify it.

At this moment, seeing Song Xiaoxing holding the sword soul in his hand and slashing towards him, Yang Tian was slightly stunned, and the Xingchen Sword was raised, bringing up a silver light, and Song Xiaoxing's sword soul slammed together!

Sonor!

The Star Sword held by Yang Tian was originally a spiritual weapon, and its power was not weak at all, if it collided with the opponent's magic weapon, it would generally cut off the opponent's magic weapon.

But Song Xiaoxing's sword soul was like a real long sword, making a "sonorous" sound, and its sword body had no traces of shattering at all.

"This ...... Song Xiaoxing's sword soul does seem to be outstanding!" Yang Tian muttered inwardly.

But Yang Tian didn't know that he was very surprised by Song Xiaoxing's sword soul in his heart, but in Song Xiaoxing's heart, a monstrous wave had already been set off.

It's just because his sword soul can cut off all magic weapons.

But Yang Tian's Xingchen Sword was actually intact.

Then, it can only explain one problem, Yang Tian's Xingchen Sword is beyond the existence of magic weapons.

And beyond the existence of magic weapons, the worst is a spiritual weapon.

"Spirit weapons, they are all used by the ancestors of the sect, he Yang Tian, how can he have them?" Song Xiaoxing immediately became jealous in his heart, and he was even more greedy.

"The spirit weapon long sword, as well as the sword spirit, if I can get it, take it back to the sect, ask the ancestor to exercise for me, and when I step into the realm of the martial sect, the sword spirit, the spirit weapon, and my martial soul will be fused with each other, and when the time comes, my cultivation and my strength can definitely be greatly improved!"

"At that time, even if I had just entered the Martial Sect Realm and only reached the first level of cultivation, I could still burst out with the strength of the Martial Sect Realm Triple Level!"

Song Xiaoxing's heart immediately became hot.

"Yang Tian, you are my lucky star!" Song Xiaoxing laughed, and his whole body cultivation was completely unfolded, and he was about to kill Yang Tian!

"Fuxing?"

Yang Tian was slightly stunned, he didn't quite understand what Song Xiaoxing said, but he felt in his heart that he didn't seem to be too good to himself!

(End of chapter)