Sanqing Palace.

Everyone entered from the side door of the main hall, and looked at it, in the vast hall, there were Taoist Fu Lu and countless swords, the huge Sanqing statue stood in the hall, and the floor in the middle of the hall was a huge Taiji gossip.

And Taiyi Zhenren sat cross-legged in front of the Sanqing statue, dressed in a white robe, with white eyebrows and white hair, but his face looked like he was in his thirties, and he was like a fairy. Beside him stood two Taoist children about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing small Taoist robes, looking smart and cute.

Smelling the bursts of musk coming from the incense burner, I heard Taiyi Zhenren speak: "What is the matter with the head of Miaoyin looking for Lao Dao?" "The voice is ethereal, as if it came from the sky.

Just when Yang Zhengze sighed, 'It's really pretending to be a good hand', Shen Yue stepped forward and bowed to Yingying.

"The juniors don't know, the master just wrote a letter to the juniors, and asked the juniors to hand it over to the real people."

As he spoke, he held the letter in his hand.

Taiyi Zhenren has a right hand, and the letter automatically floats into his hand.

I opened the envelope, took out the yellowed letter paper, and looked down.

Read it in a moment.

With a wave of his hand, he shook the letter into powder, and a strange black flame emerged from the palm of his hand, turning a pile of powder into ash powder and placing it in the incense burner beside him. Yang Zhengze's eyelids jumped for a while: This is definitely a high-martial world!

After doing all this, Taiyi Zhendao: "Go back and tell the head of Miaoyin, just say that Lao Dao knows, and my True Martial Arts Sect will not sit idly by and watch the affairs of the Golden Dragon Society." ”

"The Golden Dragon?" Yang Zhengze couldn't help but let out.

"It seems that this little friend has dealt with the Golden Dragon Society, I don't know who the little friend is?"

"Well, I sent Shen Yue over. She was hunted down by the Golden Dragon Society, and I rescued her, and then we came together. In a word...... It's a long story. ”

Taiyi Zhenren nodded and said, "The old Tao almost knows." ”

Suddenly, he looked at the sword on Yang Zhengze's waist, and his eyes were fixed on him.

Everyone was strange and looked at Taiyi Zhenren suspiciously.

Long.

With a long breath, Taiyi Zhenren looked at Yang Zhengze and said, "Is the Sword Saint senior still alive?" ”

"It's gone."

"How is this possible? At the beginning, the world said that if there was one person who could become an immortal, it must be the sword saint Xu Shiyang. The Sword Saint cultivates as a channel, how to ......"

"It was when I practiced the sword that the meridians were broken and I died."

"I see, it's a pity, the first person in the world has not been born for more than 100 years, but he died young."

Yang Zhengze felt the corners of his mouth twitch a little, he lived for two hundred years and died young, it was really a day Teddy!

"You're a disciple of the Sword Saint's seniors?"

Yang Zhengze scratched his head.

"Count...... Right? ”

"What does that mean?"

"I found his remains in a cave a year ago, when he had this sword and a book next to him, and nothing else."

Taiyi Zhenren's face was solemn and said:

"Eh, you junior is really ignorant, you have the Sword Saint cheats, how can you tell others indiscriminately!"

"I'm not afraid, whoever wants to rob it, it's just a sword."

When everyone in the hall heard Yang Zhengze's words, except for Shen Yue, they were all disdainful: "You've only been practicing for a year, so you're not afraid of anything?" ’

It's just that because Taiyi Zhenren is in front of him, no one has spoken out, otherwise he would have mocked Yang Zhengze a long time ago.

"In this case, you can compete with the disciples of my True Martial Sect, if you lose, you can't go down the mountain."

As soon as he heard this, Yang Zhengze suddenly became anxious.

"Why?!"

"The Sword Master's cheats, don't fall into the hands of evil people! At that time, the Golden Dragon Society set off a bloody storm in the world, and was killed by the predecessor of the Sword Saint. Now that I am back in the rivers and lakes, I think it is because I have seen that my predecessors have not been out for a hundred years, so I have the courage to come out and do evil. You've already fought with them, and if you think the Golden Dragon Club will guess all this, it seems that this river and lake will restart the waves. ”

Yang Zhengze drew his sword out of its sheath and said:

"Come on!"

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Dust and smoke peak, try the sword ping.

Yang Zhengze stood with a sword in his right hand, and opposite stood the three disciples of the True Martial Sect, 'Don't Cry Daoist' Bu Fanyun.

As soon as he heard that his opponent was this name, Yang Zhengze secretly rubbed his little brother again to relieve his pain.

Shouldn't you not cry for death? How did he become a monk and become a Taoist priest, and even his name was changed!

Secretly pulling the True Martial Sect disciple who announced his opponent, Yang Zhengze asked in a low voice, "Is your second senior brother named Nie Feng?" ”

"The second senior brother does have the surname Nie, but the single name is a rain character."

"Uh, is that senior brother's name Qin Shuang?"

"Hey, how do you know?"

Yang Zhengze waved his hand weakly.

"Don't ask me, I want to find out too!"

Turn back to the trial sword.

Yang Zhengze looked at the man with facial paralysis who had not cried since he was born, and said, "Come on!" ”

Bu Fanyun's eyes opened, and the black and white robes were windless.

"Brush!"

In the sword box behind him, there is a yin and a yang, and the two swords are out of the sheath! Two swords hung at his side, and an ink-colored figure suddenly appeared beside Bu Fanyun!

This is the most famous feature of the True Martial Sect: Moving from the Shadows!

Bu Fan Yun holds the Yang Sword, Mo Ying holds the Yin Sword, and Qi points to Yang Zhengze.

Next second!

A yin and a yang disappeared, and instantly appeared next to Yang Zhengze, and the two swords stabbed out in unison, taking his life.

Unfortunately, the two swords were blocked by a blue cover, and they could not be allowed to enter. Yang Zhengze opened the psionic shield and waved his hand to make a sword! It was just a sword swing in the air, leaving only a piercing scream that pierced the air.

Bu Fanyun and Yang Zhengze showed their own stunts, and their figures disappeared from time to time, appearing from time to time, making a fierce sound of sword blades clashing.

At the beginning, Yang Zhengze was still at a disadvantage, always unable to attack real people, and stabbed all the way to the shadow, while he was always attacked. But the existence of the psionic shield made Yang Zhengze temporarily invincible.

As he gradually became familiar with the battle, Yang Zhengze, who really fought for the first time, finally regained his disadvantage, and gradually integrated the sword moves he had learned, and had contacts with Bu Fanyun, regardless of whether he was up or down.

"Smack!"

The two stepped back and separated, each pointing his sword at the other.

"Let's fight it out!"

Bu Fanyun on the other side was still paralyzed, nodded, and said, "That's what I mean." ”

Yang Zhengze turned his hand and placed the 'Shiyang Sword' in his hand horizontally on his chest, and at the same time attached a layer of spiritual energy, so that the 'Shiyang Sword', which was originally just a steel sword, emitted a blue-gold light under the sunlight.

He ...... What to do? ”

Although he didn't understand what Yang Zhengze was going to do next, Bu Fanyun thought that he had been practicing swords for twenty years, and he would never be defeated by a person who had only practiced for one year!

He bowed down on guard and looked vigilant. And the people watching the battle also held their breath in this tense atmosphere.

Yang Zheng stood quietly with a horizontal sword, looking straight ahead, a blue light flashing in his eyes.

"Sword seventy-two."

The voice was emotionless and unwavering, but it made the hearts of everyone present tremble.

The violent wind swept up, and under everyone's astonished gaze, the 'Shiyang Sword' in Yang Zhengze's hand suddenly grew a sword light nearly two meters long, dazzling and mysterious.

"Such a long sword!"

"Isn't the sword white? How could there be a blue sword? ”

Looking at the change of the long sword in Yang Zhengze's hand, everyone present was stunned.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, Yang Zhengze swung out a sword, and the wind rolled up the sword light, as if there was only a blue sword light left between heaven and earth!

Rumble!!!

In the next moment, the sword light carried the storm and hit Bu Fanyun's body, without slackening, and then flew away, plowing nearly a hundred meters of dirt on the ground before slowly dissipating.

"This ...... What is it?! How could a sword be so powerful! ”

'Smack. ’

Bu Fanyun's sword was cut off by Yang Zhengze and fell to the ground.

Wan Nian's face was paralyzed, and Bu Fanyun stared at Yang Zhengze and smiled slightly.

"I lost."