On the martial arts field, the dust was flying, and when the smoke and dust cleared, the result of the second collision between the two was obvious.

Even if he had witnessed Tang Zheng's victory over Chen Xuewu, Hu Haodong, who knew Tang Zheng's strength, opened his mouth wide and was shocked in his heart.

Almost at the same time as the two collided twice, Chen Xiong not only used all the strength of the sixth layer of the forging vein, but was even slightly stronger than he usually was, however, the result was still inevitably vomiting blood and flying back.

There was a difference of one level, but the result was that Tang Zheng won, and there was no suspense about winning, which made many onlookers very excited.

Compared with the onlookers, Chen Xiong's heart was more like a turbulent wave, he looked at Tang Zheng in shock, and his blood was surging.

Others didn't know, he knew it himself, it sounded like there was only a soft sound, but in fact, Tang Zheng sent out six consecutive hits, and it was only because the speed was too fast that it was difficult to distinguish.

When he blocked Tang Zheng's punch with both hands, he didn't notice the strength that was too strong, and while breathing a sigh of relief, he also wanted to be ironic.

However, without waiting for the mocking words to come out, he suddenly realized that Tang Zheng did not withdraw after the punch, but changed his fist into a palm in an instant, and exerted his strength again, and the power of this palm was far stronger than the previous punch.

If that's all it takes, with his strength, it's still not difficult to resist.

Tang Zheng didn't give him any time to react, and after a palm, his wrist flipped and he used his fingertips three times to exert force.

After that, he changed his fist for the fourth time, changed his palm again for the fifth time, and fingertips again for the sixth time, Tang Zheng launched six consecutive attacks in an instant, each time stronger than the other, and when he got to the back, the power that entered his body was like an overwhelming sea.

After barely supporting the fourth blow, he used all his strength without any hesitation, but he was still easily defeated by Tang Zheng's fifth combo.

Even, he knew very well that if it weren't for Tang Zheng's sixth blow, he saw that he was difficult to continue to restrain himself, and he would probably find it difficult for him to continue standing here now.

At the same time, he also had a feeling that even if he could survive the sixth blow, he would probably be greeted by a seventh or eighth blow until he was completely defeated.

Chen Xiong's face was flushed, I don't know if it was because of his injury or shame, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staggered to Tang Zheng, took out the red paper with the seven feelings swordsmanship moves recorded in his arms, handed it to Tang Zheng, and after Tang Zheng took it, he turned around and left without saying a word.

Tang Zheng put away the red paper, beckoned to Hu Haodong, and walked out of the martial arts arena.

Hu Haodong was stunned for a moment, his face showed joy, and he followed briskly.

The two did not go far, and after leaving the martial arts arena, they found a place with few people to stop.

"Your name is Hu Haodong?" Tang Zheng asked first.

Hu Haodong's eyes suddenly widened, and his face was full of excitement: "Haha, you actually know my name?"

Then he immediately woke up to the fact that Chen Xiong had called his name just now, and it seemed not surprising that Tang Zheng knew.

"Tell me about this Seven Emotions Sword Technique. Tang Zheng smiled and said.

"Don't you know?" Hu Haodong said in surprise.

Seeing Tang Zheng nodding in acknowledgement, he quickly sorted out his sentences and explained: "The legend of the Seven Emotions Sword Technique has been at least hundreds of years now, and it is said that it was created by a senior powerhouse who was injured by love, and he also used this sword technique to kill the powerhouse of the Law Phase Realm of the Seventh Realm of Martial Arts. ”

“...... In the end, for some reason, the senior powerhouse suddenly had a big understanding, the realm advanced by leaps and bounds, and finally broke through, but before leaving, the Seven Emotions Sword Technique was passed down, but later due to the scramble of everyone, the Sword Technique was scattered, and some people who got it were never able to practice, so they drew many copies of the Sword Technique and circulated it. ”

"Although the Seven Emotions Sword Technique recognized by the cultivation world is a seven-rank martial art, there are also many people who feel that the grade of this sword technique should be higher. However, since the Seven Emotions Sword Technique spread, I have never heard of anyone who can practice any of these moves. ”

After listening to Hu Haodong's explanation, Tang Zheng was not discouraged, but became interested in the Seven Emotions Sword Technique.

After thanking Hu Haodong, Tang Zheng didn't have the intention of going to the martial arts arena for the time being, and planned to go back to his residence first and carefully study the Seven Emotions Sword Technique, even if he couldn't master it, he could also touch the class.

Looking at the back of Tang Zheng leaving, Hu Haodong shouted loudly: "Young Master Zheng, if you want to inquire about any news, even if you come to me, I, Hu Haodong, dare not say anything else, but in terms of being well-informed, there are few people in Tangjiazhuang who are better than me." ”

Tang Zheng turned around and nodded from a short distance, indicating that he understood.

Back at the residence, Tang Zheng stopped in the open space in front of the thatched hut and took out the red paper to look at it carefully.

After a while, he finally understood the reason why the Seven Emotions Sword Technique had been passed down for a hundred years, and no one had ever practiced it.

It is not so much a swordsmanship recorded on the red paper as it is just a vivid portrait of a person.

Simple golden lines, a few strokes outline a woman in ancient costume holding a long sword, the woman is located between the mountains, looking up at the sky, a round of golden sun burning in the sky.

The whole picture is unremarkable, and there is no trace of the existence of any swordsmanship moves, Tang Zheng even thinks that Chen Xiong has deceived himself, this is not the move of the Seven Emotions Swordsmanship, but an ordinary portrait of a woman, but thinking about Chen Xiong's solemn appearance at that time, it doesn't seem to be like it.

He looked down again, concentrating on the pattern on the paper, and this time finally noticed something unusual.

On the red paper, the woman's face has changed subtly, if it weren't for the fact that his current spirit has been tempered by the Hongmeng space, it is not what it used to be, I am afraid it will be difficult to find such subtleties.

After making sure that it was not Chen Xiong who was deceived, Tang Zheng's spirit was more concentrated, and soon his mind was completely immersed in it.

There seems to be a beautiful woman in front of her, standing in the air wearing a thin veil, her delicate body looming in the breeze, the woman sometimes glaring angrily at the sky, drawing her sword and pointing at the sky, shouting loudly with grief and indignation, and sometimes with a tactful and complaining face, stroking the sword with one hand, her lips moving lightly, as if whispering......

"Elegant ......"

Tang Zheng suddenly shouted, and the person came to his senses instantly, and the red paper in his hand had already slid to the ground.

He raised his hand to touch his face, and by some point, he was already in tears.

The illusion disappeared, and it was as if he had lost something important in his heart, and became empty.

"Hongmengzhu, what happened just now?Who is that woman?Is it called Qingya?" Tang Zheng took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know, I can't say, I can't say...... Right now...... It's too early. "Hongmengzhu's information is presented in his head, and no questions are answered.

Tang Zheng was inexplicably heavy, Hongmengzhu didn't answer, but in fact, he already had some vague answers in his heart, it was too early, it was nothing more than saying that his strength was still too poor.

"Strength!" Tang Zheng calmed down, abandoned distracting thoughts, his true anger was shocked, and the long sword in his hand was suddenly unsheathed.

He recalls the feelings in the fantasy world, and recalls the previous life, the previous life was bumpy, he dropped out of school when he was a teenager and went to the sea to do business, overcoming obstacles along the way, but in the end he was betrayed by his trusted brother and ended up homeless.

"Between the ups and downs, the sky is angry. Infinite anger welled up in my heart.

"Between gains and losses, there is impermanence. "Gains and losses, lamenting the impermanence of fate.

When all the emotions accumulated to the extreme, Tang Zheng let out a long roar, venting the congestion in his chest, and slashed forward with two swords in succession, and for a while, the sword qi was in the air, and the thatched house instantly turned into nothing under the sword qi.

The two swords were slashed out, Tang Zheng's mood recovered, and he suddenly spurted two mouthfuls of blood in a row, and his heart palpitated.