"The wind is howling, why did you give up the game?"

Deputy Sect Master Xie Bi'an asked puzzled.

Not only her, but even Zhou Mingyang, the person concerned, was also a little confused:

Could it be that he was already his strongest nirvana just now, and as soon as he saw that I was defending him, he simply disarmed and surrendered?

The wind is a little lazy,

"It's boring, this kid is not my opponent, and I won't be able to win if I continue to fight. ”

Well?

The onlookers whispered.

Sha Wujing sneered a few times when he saw it,

"You are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue, everyone can see it, until now, my brother Zhou is not weak at all, why do you say that he is not your opponent?

Feng Yiming didn't pay attention to it, she said straight to Zhou Mingyang,

"Let me ask you, since you claim to be skilled in swordsmanship, have you planted a sword fetus in your body over the years of sword cultivation?"

Sword fetus?

Zhou Mingyang was stunned for a moment, and as soon as she said it, he remembered that he seemed to have given birth to a little baby girl in his body, and before Xiaozhi said what kind of sword fetus it was.

"Well, I have one in my body, but I haven't planned to plant it yet, what's wrong?"

"Plan to plant?hehe, it's really ridiculous, after the sword fetus is successfully conceived, it will become a stillborn baby if it is not planted after three months, you don't even know this bit of common sense?"

The wind sneered,

"The sword fetus in my body has become more mature, and I just tentatively made a sword, you were already struggling just now, right? If I use some more sword fetal qi, how can you be invincible? It is possible to die on the spot!"

I'm dizzy, the sword fetus in my body is dead?

Zhou Mingyang was a little dazed.

Most of the disciples who were watching didn't understand swordsmanship very well, and only Ping Qingyun, Hua Qianshu, a sword cultivator, and a few well-informed elders understood that Feng Yiming's words were not an exaggeration.

A person who cultivates a sword fetus takes the gestation of the sword fetus as a sign of whether or not to enter the house, and the sword fetus can only be said to be a sword learner before it is planted, and only after the sword fetus is completed can it be called sword cultivation.

The gap is huge, like the difference between clouds and mud.

"You kid is too tyrannical, right, and something like a sword fetus can be wasted?"

Ping Qingyun stepped forward, he pulled Zhou Mingyang's hand, and with a little sense, he knew that he was indeed hit by Feng Yiming:

There was no movement in the sword fetus in the body.

He was a little depressed, Ping Qingyun had always prided himself on being a master of using a sword, but he had never paid attention to the fact that this kid actually had a sword fetus in his body.

"Since you have a sword fetus prototype in your body, why haven't you planted it for a long time?"

Zhou Mingyang said two sentences, a little innocent,

"I, why don't I know how to plant, and no one teaches me how to grow a sword fetus?"

"You're stupid like a pig, I'm such a master who can't see it all day long by your side? Okay, okay, this son will find a way for you to do the sword fetus, you can give up this time, this girl's swordsmanship, sword power is above you, you can't win." ”

Zhou Mingyang looked at Ping Qingyun with some emotion, turned his head, and saw Feng Yiming looking at him, his face full of arrogance.

"I can't win without a sword fetus? ”

The wind snorted coldly,

"Boy, I don't want to have a reputation as a bully, but if you really don't know the height of the sky, then it's no wonder that I'm not going to be able to stop it. ”

"Then I don't blame you, who hasn't died since ancient times. ”

Zhou Mingyang pretended to be B,

"Come on, let me see how many months old your sword tire is. ”

"You, you're looking for death!"

Feng Yiming's face turned red.

As soon as she inhaled, her left hand was weak, and when she exhaled again, the air near her suddenly froze, and the light on her hand rose sharply, and she couldn't look directly.

"Wow, do you see, this should be Senior Sister Yiming's sword fetal qi, right?"

"It's like a miracle! Senior sister is too powerful, as long as that kid is swept away, I'm afraid he won't even lose his life, right?"

The onlookers sighed, and Ping Qingyun on the side nodded secretly when he saw it,

"The sword qi is not bad, well, this wind is really a little interesting, so it seems that this Flower Moon Sect is not all a group of wine bags and rice bags. ”

The elders glared angrily when they heard this.

Ping Qingyun still shook his head and commented like he was fine.

"You are an expert in swordsmanship, according to what you mean, Zhou Mingyang is lost?"

Yin Ji's voice was soft.

"It's not just that he loses, that Feng Yiming didn't lie and threaten, if he really wants to let go of his hands and feet, it is a question of whether that kid can save his life. ”

"No, I don't think so. ”

Ping Qingyun glanced at her,

"Your self-confidence is a little too blind, isn't that kid so good?

Yin Ji was a little speechless,

"Why don't we gamble on this?"

"Okay, that's a deal. ”

When the wind whistles, I don't lift my head,

"Zhou Mingyang, it's still too late to beg for mercy. ”

"Hey, what a coincidence, that's what I want to say to you. ”

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

As soon as the wind whistled, his left hand flicked, and a white mang slashed into the air, which was overwhelming!

Bang~

The wind and clouds surged, and when the dust settled, everyone found that the ground had been cut by a sword and a pit three feet deep.

There was no figure of Zhou Mingyang in the pit.

"Hey, this kid's light skills are really good, what's it called?"

Ping Qingyun was a little surprised.

"The sound of the oars shattering the moonlight, and there is a kun feather step, but what I just performed should be both. ”

Yin Ji is discerning.

"Hey, don't say anything else, it's not like the old guys of the Ice River Sect can get it, where did this kid learn it. ”

"He mentioned this, saying that it was taught to him by a senior master, oh yes, it is the same person who gave him the sword. ”

"Cut, where did you come from so many seniors······

The wind shook his head,

"You think you can get away with that light skill? ”

She arched her hand to the flower thousand trees on the top,

"Please set up an enchantment around the sect master, lest the movement be too big and hurt the innocent. ”

Hua Qianshu looked at Yin Ji, and not long after the group went up the mountain, she realized that the leader of this group was actually this somewhat quiet woman in black.

"The apprentice wants to ask someone to set up an enchantment, you see?"

Her hand obviously has the intention of taking the school.

"Then it's half set up for one person. ”

Yin Ji was also simply, she took out a hairpin and scratched it on the ground for a while, and then it was completed.

"I'm in such a hurry, and I don't know if it's useful. ”

Xie Bi'an muttered, and the wind whistled as if he had an understanding.

"Hey, the right-hand man around the third prince laughs, and his shot is naturally extraordinary. ”

Feng Yiming looked at Zhou Mingyang,

"Until just now, you had the opportunity to withdraw from the competition to save yourself, but from now on, it is useless to beg for mercy, as soon as my blood ghost comes out, I must drink blood before returning to the sheath. ”

Directly above her, there was a long sword with a dark blue body, and this sword came out of the sword womb, and the momentum was formidable, like an extremely bloodthirsty beast.

"I'm dizzy, are you annoyed? ”

Zhou Mingyang didn't mean to respect at all.

"Narrow-eyed boy, suffer death!"

As soon as the Blood Demon Sword came out, it was like a harsh winter in the enchantment, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Zhou Mingyang was not paying attention, and a thin layer of hoarfrost formed on his face.

"I'm rubbing, I didn't expect your sword to have a refrigeration effect, it looks even more fierce than a freezer, hehe, it's a summer artifact in the hot summer. ”

"Look at what time you're talking nonsense!

Several red lights came straight to the door, and the speed was staggering!

"Just try this trick, the first trick in the world, January, what is January? Oh, January is the same as the ancient and modern people!"

The people around saw Zhou Mingyang holding a broken sword, shrinking his head, pouting his buttocks, and half-squatting there in a very obscene posture.

"Hey, what is he doing?"

Ping Qingyun couldn't help but scream,

"The sword move is about elegant stretching, this kid is too embarrassing, right?"

As he spoke, the red light whistled.

Everyone watching the battle screamed in unison, and some of the cowardly and unbearable even closed their eyes.

"Is that a little bit of power? hehe, that's a bit disappointing. ”

A lazy voice rang out.

I originally thought that the overall situation had been decided, and I took a closer look:

Zhou Mingyang clasped his hands on his chest, looking at himself with a cynical expression, the whole person was intact, how could he have the appearance of a sword?

He actually dodged?

"I'm so ruthless!

As soon as the wind roared, both hands urged, and the dark blue long sword suddenly swelled to be more than one zhang wide, three zhang long, covering the sky and the sun, coming from top to bottom, like a mountain collapsing.

"Get out of the way!"

Seeing this, the onlookers took a step back, even though they had the protection of the enchantment, they might not be able to withstand the power of this sword in their hearts.

"This is the Jo Yae Sword!"

Ping Qingyun looked surprised,

"This master must be a master of swordsmanship, otherwise how could she use such a sword move at her age?"

"The first move in the world, January shines on the ancient and modern people. ”

Zhou Mingyang's voice was weak, obviously revealing some impatience.

He still held the remnant sword in a very obscene posture:

Only this time it was not squatting, but lying directly on the ground.

Bang~

Its momentum is so great that it is like the collapse of a giant mountain and the influx of seawater.

But all the power reached the end of the remnant sword, and it was stopped.

The remnant sword was like a star in the sky, seemingly crumbling, but in fact it was out of reach.

Zhou Mingyang even took the time to yawn.

Where have the people on the side seen such a scene?

They were silent, screaming, admiring, and so on.

"Heh, what's the matter, does our bet count?"

Ping Qingyun listened to Yin Ji's ridicule and rarely didn't speak:

He was intently examining Zhou Mingyang's sword moves.

"I put away my previous disrespect, Zhou Mingyang, as my opponent, you are indeed qualified. ”

The wind changed his previous arrogance, and his face was solemn,

"It's a pity that you didn't plant a sword fetus, otherwise I would never be your opponent, goodbye, blood ghost without a trace!"

As soon as she spoke, the blood ghost sword softened, and instantly turned into thousands of ghosts, they were only stunned for a moment, and then rushed towards Zhou Mingyang.

They are not flying, but at a speed close to teleportation!

"I said, you've been performing for so long, it's my turn, right?"

Zhou Mingyang shook his limbs,

"Prepare to take the move, the first quick move in the world, don't be surprised by the bright moon!"

Shout~

In the eyes of everyone, there was no trace of Zhou Mingyang at all, only a meteor passing by.

Bang!

Feng Yiming fell directly to the ground, and the blood ghost sword turned into a cloud of blood mist under the blow, and then slowly floated into her dantian knowledge sea.

Most of the barrier that had just been laid out had been broken, and only the shaky side of Yin Ji remained:

The disciples of the Flower Moon Sect were silent, and the elders were a little stunned.

Ping Qingyun showed a look of sudden realization:

What this kid said about his predecessors is true!