"Immortal Kingdom, Jiahe Yuexin!Please advise!" The woman took off the long sword at her waist, shook it casually, and looked at Yang Xinghan casually.

Yang Xinghan lunged forward with his right leg, his eyes were focused, he held a knife in one hand and pushed a knife in the other, posing a starting pose of "breaking the front and eight potentials".

"Huh? This is ...... Ancient martial arts?" He Yun also squinted, secretly feeling that this trip was worthwhile. With his eyesight, it can naturally be seen that Yang Xinghan is an authentic inheritor of ancient martial arts.

"Breaking the Eight Potentials?" Jiahe Yuexin instantly recognized this widely circulated martial art, smiled, and looked at Yang Xinghan uncertainly, "You don't want to fight me with this rotten street crop style, right?" As far as she knew, the power of the "Eight Potentials of Breaking the Blade" was mediocre, and the moves were rigid and inflexible, and it was a martial art that had long been eliminated by the cultivation world.

When Yang Xinghan heard this, his face did not change at all. He'd heard too many words like that. However, he had never doubted the power of this martial art. His master was an authentic master of the ancient martial arts school, and it was precisely because he felt that he was down-to-earth that he made an exception to teach him this martial art.

In fact, this master has passed on his martial arts from beginning to end, and he has not asked Yang Xinghan to worship him as a teacher. It's just that in Yang Xinghan's heart, he has already decided that this master is his master.

Yang Xinghan always remembered that his master once said a meaningful word to him. "Xinghan, the ancient martial arts are a precious treasure that points directly to the heavens and the earth! I hope you will never give up on it! One day, you will find that its power is far from being as simple as others imagined. ”

This sentence Yang Xinghan has always kept in mind and never forgotten it.

"Let's shoot!"

The aura around Yang Xinghan became more and more condensed, giving people the feeling that he was a stake at the moment, firmly nailed to the air.

"Alas, every time I see Yang Xinghan's appearance, I am shocked. How can anyone practice the Eight Potentials of Breaking Blade to such an extent!"

Yang Xinghan's hard work day after day, year after year, was not in vain. ”

is also a student from Zhannan College who is familiar with Yang Xinghan, and he can't help but feel at this moment.

"Hey, hey, I think this beautiful woman on the other side is going to suffer. She obviously didn't take Xinghan seriously!"

"Yes, this Yang Xinghan looks honest, but he is actually a pickled stock, we used to let him be deceived like that. ”

Huang Ziliang, who was listening intently to the discussion of everyone behind him, happened to see the corners of Yu Bin's mouth tugging at the side of him. Suddenly I felt very interesting in my heart, and I couldn't help but think in my heart, "Looking at the face of the ice cube, I must have also suffered a loss under Yang Xinghan." Haha, haha, it's so much fun. This time I go back, I must help him promote it well. ”

"Okay! Solve you as soon as possible, and fight with you adults soon!" Jiahe Yuexin nodded indifferently, pointed at the long sword obliquely, and walked towards Yang Xinghan with a confident face.

"It's over, it's over, look at her like that. ”

"Hehe, maybe we'll see this beautiful woman in a mess in a moment. I'm really looking forward to it," a student laughed with a gloating face. stared at the arena with dead eyes, as if someone inside owed him 100 million spiritual gold.

The person next to him looked at the candidate with the word "Nan" embroidered on his clothes speechlessly, and silently distanced himself from him. I secretly blamed myself for not taking action earlier like other colleagues before.

In the venue, there was a pleasant snort.

"Dancing in the Night!"

I saw that Jiahe Yuexin's face was suddenly cold, her eyes were cold and shining, the long sword in her right hand pointed straight towards the sky, and her robe fluttered up, and a circle of clear and translucent royal blue halo surrounded her body.

A wisp of breeze blew, and Jiahe Yuexin's figure disappeared strangely in place, the surrounding light began to become dim, and a trace of low mood swept in the hearts of everyone.

The Dance of the Night is an extremely powerful sword technique mastered by Golden Harvest Yuexin. The night is cold, the wind is cold, and the flowers and plants are withering. Pieces of petals, inches of weeds between the sky and the earth, a group of sadness and loneliness!

Once this sword technique is used, the cultivator can create a bleak environment for a short period of time, affecting the opponent's visual perception. At the same time, you can get the speed of the world. Thousands of times in an instant, just like falling flowers and weeds flying in the wind, endlessly, inflicting devastating damage on the opponent in a short period of time!

The surrounding scene changed greatly, and Jiahe Yuexin's figure disappeared. All this did not have the slightest impact on Yang Xinghan. The body squatted, the shoulders sank slightly, and the feet seemed to be caught in the space, bringing up ripples. This is the basic footwork of "Breaking the Eight Potentials" "Foot of Mud"!

After practicing, no matter when and where the cultivator is, he can take root and be as steady as a mountain!

Yang Xinghan slowly closed his eyes. The aura around the body was as thick as a mountain and filled the heavens and the earth, and the body was motionless as if it was petrified. Whew! The breeze blows, bringing a hint of coolness. Jiahe Yuexin's figure appeared for a moment, and he slashed out a sword as fast as lightning and disappeared again.

Yang Xinghan didn't open his eyes, and there was no extra movement, the long knife slowly shifted, it seemed to be extremely heavy, and the speed was amazingly slow. Dang! Incredibly, the long knife slowly blocked the sword.

Jiahe Yuexin's figure was uncertain, surrounding Yang Xinghan's body, constantly appearing, and constantly attacking. The speed at which the afterimage in the air disappeared was far from keeping up with the speed at which it appeared, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Xinghan was surrounded by Jiahe Yuexin who was in various attack postures.

For a while, the sound of tinkling in the air continued. Jiahe Yue was happy to the extreme, but Yang Xinghan was slow to the extreme! The battle between the two was reported to be such a dense collision, giving others an extremely contradictory feeling. There is an indescribable awkwardness.

"Fight fast with slowness! Is this an ancient martial art? It's so powerful!" Some students watched the battle in the arena and had a feeling of amazement. There seemed to be an uncertain inspiration in my heart, and it disappeared in a flash.

The activation time of the Dark Night Dance of Flowers came to an end, and the sky and earth returned to clarity, and the attack speed of Jiahe Yuexin slowed down suddenly, and the afterimage in the air gradually disappeared. When Jiahe Yuexin attacked in front of him again, Yang Xinghan suddenly opened his closed eyes, his right leg lunge was withdrawn, his left leg lunge stepped forward, the soles of his feet stepped deep into the space, and the empty door on the right side opened, avoiding the sword slash in front of him. With a long knife in his hand, with a heavy momentum, he slashed Jiahe Yuexin out.

"Breaking the Eight Potentials Seventh Style, Left Lifting Knife Style!"

The move seems so simple that it seems that anyone can do it, but it's not. Yang Xinghan retreated, advanced, sideways, and slashed, all in accordance with strict rules. It's an instinct formed by thousands of trainings. It is in response to the core essence of "breaking the eight potentials": see the spirit in the "monotonous", and seek fluency in the "dull"!

Although Jiahe Yuexin, who was chopped away, blocked the long sword in front of her at the moment of crisis, she was still injured under Yang Xinghan's ready-to-use knife, and the blood from the corner of her mouth and the tiger's mouth holding the sword trickled down, looking extremely poignant.

"Is this the true power of the Eight Powers of Breaking Blades? I can't imagine that anyone can practice this martial art to such an extent. ”

Jiahe Yuexin raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and looked at Yang Xinghan in disbelief. At this moment, she had to admit that he underestimated the unattractive man in front of him.

Yang Xinghan dragged the knife on the right side with both hands, and strode towards Jiahe Yuexin with measured steps. Every step that falls will leave a deep footprint in the air, like an imprint, which will not be dispersed for a long time.

"Boom!" he slammed his right foot, and it seemed that the whole sky trembled for a moment. The right leg bent the knee, the lower disc sank, and the knife was swung horizontally to the left with both hands!"Breaking the Eight Potentials Fourth Style Right Knee Knife Position!" Jiahe Yuexin only felt a heavy knife momentum like a mountain firmly pressing down on her shoulder. Bang! Jiahe Yuexin blocked with a horizontal sword, a strong force attacked, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and he took a step back.

"Boom!" Yang Xinghan took a step forward with his left leg, landed on the ground, caught up with Jiahe Yuexin's figure, bent his left leg at the knee, his waist sank, and he waved his knife with both hands to slash to the right! "The fifth style left knee knife position!" "The move looks extremely simple, but it is concise and smooth, revealing a strong "knife flavor!"

Jiahe Yuexin was helpless, blocked again, and the injury in her body was aggravated by one point again, and her body was lightly swayed and was knocked back two steps. Yang Xinghan's eyes were cold, without a trace of pity and pity. The right leg took a step forward again, the body swung to the left, the left side of the empty door was wide open, and the knife in both hands was slanted up from the right side!

"Sixth Style, Right Lifting!"

Jiahe Yuexin swung her sword in embarrassment and retreated with another injury. Yang Xinghan's knife momentum was endless, one step at a time, completely dragging Jiahe Yuexin into his battle rhythm. The bright sword qi continued to collide with Jiahe Yuexin's royal blue sword qi, and the sound of aerial strikes continued to sound at the same time intervals.

Jiahe Yuexin fell into a precarious situation in a blink of an eye. Wang Mianjian's eyes were fixed on the field, and his right foot stepped out and retracted, looking extremely nervous. Even Qian Tailai, who was next to him, noticed his abnormality, and a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes as he looked at Jiahe Yuexin, who was struggling to support him in the air.

He Yun also watched the battle in the air and took a step forward quietly. With his cultivation, he naturally noticed Wang Mianjian's actions. Once Wang Mianjian can't hold back his shot, he will naturally make a move to ensure Yang Xinghan's safety.

It's just that in his opinion, Jiahe Yuexin must have something to do. Otherwise, there is no need to persist until now and not admit defeat. Of course, it is also possible that she wants to hold on for a while longer, and is unwilling to lose too quickly, so as not to lose face for a while. However, He Yun also vaguely felt that most of the time it would not be the latter reason.

"Yang Xinghan, this is too cold-blooded! Some students looked unbearable.

At this time, Jiahe Yuexin was already wearing a cloak and bleeding from her mouth and nose. Even so, he still bit his red lips tightly, his eyes were resolute, and he refused to admit defeat.

"Throw in the towel. Yang Xinghan looked at the woman in front of him, his calm eyes couldn't help but fluctuate, and he gently persuaded. The purpose of his battle was only to compete in martial arts, not to take anyone's life. He couldn't understand why Jiahe Yuexin insisted on it so much.