This cold and arrogant voice sounded out of thin air, and then there was a thunderstorm, which suddenly covered up the sound, and an electric snake crossed the sky, Yang Zhixiu was about to fight suddenly, and his feet stopped, and then he raised his head, looked up at the sky, and saw that in the sky where the lightning crossed, a little star suddenly appeared, as if falling from nine heavens away, and in an instant, in the blink of an eye, it flew to the top of Yang Zhixiu's head.

This flying sword seemed to have been born from another dimensional space, a piece of turquoise, and the short sword body carried an unimaginable amount of power.

This is the gravitational potential energy that falls vertically above the nine heavens, and has increased to unimaginable heights after continuous accumulation of the Earth's attraction.

Rumble!

Yang Zhixiu avoided it slightly, and then his body was like a bow, rising and shrinking, and the person was like a frightened bird, and suddenly flew ten meters away. And at the moment when he dodged away, a terrifying explosion erupted from the place where he had just stood, and I only felt a wave of air in front of me, blowing in my face, and my ears buzzing, and then countless pieces of rubble and mud flew up, scattering towards the sky and in all directions.

The mud was fine, and the rubble carried countless terrifying forces, and it slammed into the nearby earthen huts, and the nearest house collapsed and fell halfway. At this point, a bunch of houses in the middle of the village, except for the family who held the funeral and the collapsed mourning shed, there was no place to be stable, and all of them collapsed in this struggle.

I threw myself on the ground, waited for the stones to fall a little, turned over and got up to take a look, and couldn't help but shout - wow, the center of the explosion that made the noise just now, there was a deep crater with a diameter of three meters, and it was black inside, and wisps of green smoke slowly came out.

This tremendous power not only frightened me, but also the uncle and the old lady who were fighting hard near the spirit shed were also numb with fright, and they jumped away one after another, narrowing the distance, not daring to fight to the death when the situation was unclear.

My eyes searched everywhere, and the first thing I saw was Yang Zhixiu, a madman standing on one leg on a telephone pole not far away, which was not the same as the cement pole we usually saw, but made of pine wood, with a blue and black skin, and quite old. This kind of thing is a product of the seventies and eighties of the last century, and the place where everything is slightly normal has long been abandoned, but this place has become the village's power supply, and the tip of the wood on it has long been rotten after so many years of wind and rain, but Yang Zhixiu can stand firmly on it without moving at all.

His figure was so serene that it seemed to grow on top of a telephone pole.

And his face was extremely ugly, and a pair of eyes kept scanning, ready to find the murderer behind the sword from the darkness. I made eye contact with the miscellaneous hairy trail next to me, he didn't speak, but opened his mouth, and I could barely read three words when I saw the shape of his mouth—a word sword.

One of the top ten masters of the righteous path in the world, the former pig killer, the one-word sword Huang Chen Qujun, actually came at this moment of crisis.

What is this man's purpose here?

My heart was spinning rapidly, and in the darkness not far away, there was an excited shout from his sister of the young owner of Ciyuan Pavilion: "Uncle Huang, is it you?" Is that you, hurry up and save us, there are so many bad guys here! "Hearing this girl's shout, I couldn't help but be surprised, Ciyuan Pavilion's strength this time was not good, I didn't expect it to be connected with these top ten masters, look at this title, isn't it......

Could it be that this word sword was hired by Ciyuan Pavilion to come and help the dragon descend?

If this is the case, it can just explain why Ciyuan Pavilion is so confident, if it is me, I have hired such a person, so I can naturally go sideways.

In Fang Yi's excited shouting, a short figure appeared in the darkness, in the muddy road, he moved a little slowly, in the crowd of onlookers, step by step to the front of the deep pit in the field, leaned over and grabbed it, then took out a small jade stone sword from it, and then coughed, looked at Yang Zhixiu, who stood out above his head, with a sarcastic look on his face, and said with a smile: "Master Yang, I haven't seen you for a long time, how can I go to South Korea for plastic surgery...... Uh, you're disfigured, aren't you? ”

Yang Zhixiu's gaze had been firmly fixed on this ugly one-word sword, his face was cold, and he snorted and said, "Huang Chenqu Lao'er, why did you appear here?" ”

"Call me Huang Chenqujun, do you know the way?"

Faced with the thunderous reaction of the one-word sword, Yang Zhixiu on the telephone pole smiled strangely: "It's just a lowly rammer from a pig killer, why pretend to be presentable?" Do you think that by adding the word 'Jun' to your name, you will become a noble nobleman like Meng Weijun? One word sword, I have a personal vendetta here, if you are interested, leave by yourself, don't bother me! ”

Yang Zhixiu was not polite to the one-word sword, and his attitude was bad, but when he heard it in the ears of Huang Chen Qujun, this ugly man was really excited, saying What are you, just a vicious dog who was driven out of the door by Tao Jinhong, really think that he is still the high-ranking Maoshan talker?

"Isn't it, there is no need to argue about this, Huang Chou'er, others respect you for your ability and include you in the ranks of the top ten masters of Nalaoshzi, but you yourself also understand what kind of character you are, don't think that you can dangle around with a sword, if you really collide with me today, believe it or not, I will destroy you?" Yang Zhixiu said this, I don't understand a little, the word sword just now is a sword, the strength is obvious to all, if Yang Zhixiu really wants to fight quickly, he can coax the word sword away, after understanding us, and then worry about it, why did the two of them immediately choke and get into a grudge?

I was so puzzled, but Huang Chenqujun's answer solved it: "Hehe, Yang Zhixiu, I know that you have been coveting the name of the top ten masters on me for many years, and I think I am not worthy, it just so happens that you are out of Maoshan and in trouble, and I also happen to be at the right time, it is better for us to fight, whether we win or lose, and there will be people on the rivers and lakes in the future......"

Yang Zhixiu replied coldly: "That's what I mean, come on!" ”

As soon as the two people's voices fell, they handed over their hands, but when they saw that the word sword threw the stone sword in their hands, the person rose into the air, stepped on the flying sword, and flew towards Yang Zhixiu not far away, and Yang Zhixiu, who was on the telephone pole, threw the jade short staff in his hand into the air, and the finely carved dragon on the short staff actually showed its shape, held up the short staff, and turned into a hazy big stick, seven or eight meters long, and hit it in the air.

The one-word sword flew in the air, and when he saw the big stick smashing down, he couldn't help but shout: "Hey, Erlang turned into a scepter?" Back then, you did the tragedy of the 12 members of the Wang family in Guanjiangkou? ”

He exclaimed in his mouth, but there was no ambiguity in his hand, one turned over, and the turquoise stone sword under his feet was stirred forward, and a big stick was immediately smashed into pieces, but the power on the flying sword was also lost the most, and he had no choice but to fall to the ground. Yang Zhixiu waited for the one-word sword to gain a stable foothold, so he took the falling jade short staff with a swooping momentum, and smashed it down towards the one-word sword, but he also admitted in his mouth, what if it was me?

Yizi Sword and Yang Zhixiu fought on the ground for several rounds in an instant, and the two figures, one black and one green, were constantly changing their positions in the field, and we were able to rely on the Qi field induction to barely capture the figures of the two.

In the constant exchange, both men fell silent, using every bit of thought to deal with each other's attacks, and also bracing every bit of energy to carry out the deadliest attack on their opponents. Dazzled, I and Miscellaneous Hair Trail slowly moved towards the spirit shed, Miscellaneous Hair Trail smashed his mouth and sighed softly: "It is worthy of being one of the top ten masters on the same level as my master, this flying sword makes ...... Tsk tsk, earth-shattering ghosts and gods, indescribable! ”

I saw that the stone flying sword was constantly hovering in the air, flickering left and right, elusive, sometimes connected like a series of afterimages, sometimes extremely fast like that appeared out of thin air, even if I had never played the flying sword, I also knew that the flying sword kung fu of the word sword, like an antelope hanging horns, had reached the realm of transformation.

What is the meaning of "transformation", that is, the ever-changing, as you like, the cultivation has been perfected, close to the Tao, almost the natural law, then any exercises, moves and skills that have been known, unlearned but seen, or unseen but have been heard many times have been slightly comprehended, can be at your fingertips, as you like, so that the clouds flow smoothly, and the power is very heavy, this is the realm that the word sword can achieve.

The word sword is as powerful as this, but in front of an opponent like Yang Zhixiu, it is like sailing against the current, walking in the quagmire, all the swordsmanship in one go has been subject to the greatest restraint, so that he can be restrained by the sword, the sword is restrained, and the running escape is also restricted, and when the fight is not long, the two of them hit the earth with a bang, and then they suddenly retreated, and after a distance of ten meters from each other, they finally stopped.

It's an art game, it's a thrilling battle.

Until the two of them stopped, I couldn't see who won and who lost.

Silence, silence, the entire audience was shocked, no one spoke, after the death-like silence, the word sword finally turned around slowly, there was a hideous wound in front of him, his chest continued to rise and fall, he gritted his teeth, shook his head and sighed: "Alas, I didn't expect you to be the evil-faced man who set off a bloody storm in the rivers and lakes." How many evil things have you done over the years to become so powerful? ”

Yang Zhixiu also coughed up a mouthful of blood at this time, but his spirit was much stronger, and he said calmly: "The road of the strong can only succeed if you step on one mountain after another." If I hadn't been ruthless, I would have died in the backyard of Maoshan a long time ago, and I can't remember what the person who died at my hands would have been like for a long time...... And I have to become stronger to be worthy of their death! ”

This hypocritical man raised the Erlang Transformation Scepter in his hand, and was about to make the final ruling on the Yizi Sword, when a huge black shadow appeared behind Yang Zhixiu, and bit his head with one bite.