Shen Ping flew more than ten meters and fell to the ground.

After landing on the ground, he rolled out of a distance, and he was kicked by Yang Xiu, holding his stomach with both hands, and couldn't get up for a while.

As for Shen Ping's third-order sword, it was still between Yang Xiu's fingers, and he didn't move.

Yang Xiu shook his hand, and the sword burst out, stabbing at the ground next to Shen Ping with a ding.

His gaze was indifferent, as if he had only done a trivial thing, and he glanced at the disciples of the Cloud Sword Sect: "Next!"

However, the sword pierced into the ground, and the dinging sound seemed to be nailed to the hearts of the disciples of the Cloud Sword Sect, and their hearts trembled.

Now they finally understood that Yang Xiu was a master, an extremely terrifying master.

Not to mention the double soul shaping realm, I'm afraid that even a martial artist with a triple soul shaping realm will be difficult to defeat him.

Looking at Yang Xiu, the disciples of the Cloud Sword Sect all showed a grim expression.

The disciples of the Wuxiang Sect are you look at me, I look at you, their faces are shocked, and they all secretly say in their hearts: This time, the Cloud Sword Sect is afraid that it has encountered iron stubble, and it is not easy to deal with!

On the high platform, Liu Wuwang saw that the elders of the Cloud Sword Sect had very unsightly faces, coughed embarrassedly, and said:

"This person, dare to go to the Cloud Sword Sect to challenge the mountain, he really has some real skills, and his strength should not be underestimated, Elder Yunda, he has to send the strongest Soul Shaping Realm triple disciple. ”

Yun Jianfeng's face was indeed ugly, the Cloud Sword Sect was prestigious, the disciples under him, the geniuses were endless, and the disciples of the same realm could not compete with Yang Xiu, which was disgraceful to the Cloud Sword Sect.

If there were no outsiders present, it would be fine, but today Liu Wuwang brought the disciples of the Wuxiang Sect to visit, and they all watched from the sidelines.

If the next Cloud Sword Sect still loses, it will be a big loss.

Yun Jianfeng took a deep breath and said, "Yang Aotian, if you fight, you can only win this battle, not lose!"

In the Cloud Sword Sect, a man in white who was about eighteen years old walked out.

At the age of eighteen, the soul shaping realm is threefold, and this Yang Aotian's qualifications are far more than Shen Ping and Yuan Xiong by one or two grades.

This kind of character is expected to cultivate to break through the Gathering Spirit Realm before the age of twenty-five, and in terms of potential, it is almost comparable to the existence of Yun Zhongyang.

Looking at Yang Aotian, the anger in Yun Jianfeng's heart dissipated a lot, and he added a lot of confidence for the next battle.

Yang Aotian is Yun Jianxing's personal disciple, his talent and potential, compared to the sect master's personal disciple, he is not too worried, although he is a triple cultivator of the Soul Shaping Realm, but his strength is not as strong as most of the Soul Shaping Realm quadruple disciples.

Yang Xiu just held the sword between his two fingers and kicked Shen Ping away with one kick, which really shocked the disciples of the Cloud Sword Sect.

However, seeing Yang Aotian appear, the confidence in the hearts of the disciples of the Cloud Sword Sect immediately burst again.

Among the disciples of the Cloud Sword Sect at the beginning of the Soul Shaping Realm, Yang Aotian was the undisputed first.

Even, even if he was a disciple of the entire Cloud Sword Sect, Yang Aotian's talent and qualifications could be ranked in the top three, and he was an existence that could be compared to the Yun Zhongyang and Yun Zhongyue brothers.

"With Senior Brother Yang out of the horse, this battle, look at how arrogant this kid is. ”

"The same surname is Yang, look at how domineering Senior Brother Yang's name is, Yang Aotian, as soon as he hears the name, he can crush that Yang Xiu!"

"It's too arrogant, it's amazing to be handsome, Senior Brother Yang, him!"

......

The disciples of the Cloud Sword Sect shouted one by one.

There is no doubt that the sentence 'too TM is arrogant, him' was said by Yuan Xiong.

Now that his right arm has regained strength, he is clenching his fists in both hands, and shouting vigorously: him, kill this kid!

Yang Aotian slowly walked into the square.

His right hand is behind the back of his waist, and his white clothes are spotless, like a personable son, and in his eyes, there is a taste of staring in all directions, proud of the world.

About ten zhang away from Yang Xiu, Yang Aotian stopped, returned to his body from behind with his right hand, touched the space ring in his left hand, and a third-order sword appeared in his hand.

Yang Aotian held the sword in his right hand, stroked the sword with his left hand, and said, "Your weapon?"

Yang Xiu said: "No need. ”

The disciples of the Cloud Sword Sect and the Wuxiang Sect all stared at each other when they heard this, Yang Xiu's current opponent, but Yang Aotian, didn't even use his weapons?

"It's so arrogant!" Yuan Xiong clenched his fists and roared angrily.

Yang Aotian looked as usual, he flicked the blade of the sword, there was a ding, and his eyes looked at Yang Xiu lightly: "You...... Use your weapons!"

Yang Xiu looked at Yang Aotian and said, "If I use a sword, you will regret it." ”

Yang Aotian glanced at Yang Xiu deeply: "Why?"

Yang Xiu said lightly: "I'm afraid you won't be able to block my sword!"

"It's too arrogant, Senior Brother Yang, him!" Yuan Xiong roared loudly, as if the person who came to the duel with Yang Xiu was himself.

Yang Aotian just smiled indifferently and said, "Even if you take out the sword, don't be afraid!"

Yang Xiu's finger touched the space ring and said, "If a sword defeats you, wouldn't it be embarrassing!"

Yang Aotian sighed: "Ridiculous." ”

Yang Xiu shook his head slightly: "This is not ridiculous, but a fact!"

Yang Aotian's eyes seemed to jump with anger, but he still maintained his demeanor: "I don't believe it!

Yang Xiu sighed: "You are asking for your own hardship!"

Yang Ao snorted lightly: "Count me begging you, take out your sword, attack me with the strongest move, you can hurt me with a sword, count me as losing!"

Yang Xiu sighed again: "Why bother?"

"It's too arrogant!It's too arrogant!" Yuan Xiong roared loudly, anxious as if he was about to jump up, eager to rush up to replace Yang Aotian and beat Yang Xiu.

Of course, Yuan Xiong is self-aware, if he goes up, the person who is beaten up can only be himself.

"TM, in front of Senior Brother Yang Aotian, he still hasn't come out with a sword, and he's looking for death!"

"There must be a limit to madness, boy, you don't have a sword, be careful that Senior Brother Yang Aotian will abolish you with a sword!"

......

The disciples of the Cloud Sword Sect were full of anger in their eyes, and they were infected by Yuan Xiong, and they also shouted angrily one by one.

The disciples of the Wuxiang Sect are you look at me, I look at you, and they all said in their hearts: "Damn, the two pretending to be forced goods." ”

Yang Xiu touched the space ring, but he didn't take out the sword for a long time, which made Yang Aotian a little anxious, and it was difficult to maintain that calm and light attitude.

The sword in Yang Aotian's hand pointed at Yang Xiu and shouted: "You...... Give Lao Tzu a sword!"

Yang Xiu's hand was removed from the space ring and said, "Thinking about it, it's better to fight with you empty-handed, using a sword, that's bullying you." ”

The anger in Yang Aotian's eyes burned completely, and he could no longer maintain his personable appearance.

His eyes widened, and he looked at Yang Xiu and shouted: "Out of the sword!"

After speaking, Yang Aotian realized that he had lost his grace, squeezed out a slight smile, lowered his voice and said, "I beg you to bully me!"

Yang Xiu shrugged helplessly and said, "Okay, the first time I heard this kind of request, then I will fulfill you!"

As he spoke, Yang Xiu touched the space ring, and the red-striped sword appeared in his hand.

The cold light of the red-striped sword was shining, and it blinded the eyes of all the warriors: Wo Cao! Fourth-Order ...... Spirit soldiers?