After a short pause and calming down his agitated mood, Zhou Yang continued to grope for the strength he had gained.

Although he had already passed the threshold of the fourth layer of qi refining, he was still not very suitable for the sudden rise of two layers in a row today, recovering from the quenching period to the third layer of qi refining, and refining the bones.

Martial arts must move forward in continuous exploration.

Strength must be constantly summed up in battle.

In this way, we can continue to improve and succeed!

Ruolan sat obediently on a stone statue and watched Zhou Yang practice. After today's incident, Ruolan, the little girl, looked at Zhou Yang as her only relative, and she couldn't leave an inch.

Although she didn't speak, her small and weak body was heart-wrenching to look at.

At the same time, the clear eyes give people a sense of tranquility and will make people feel infinitely relaxed.

In addition to mentioning her mother, Ruolan will be like a cannibal little tiger, exuding a cold breath all over her body, which makes people feel cold, and the rest of the time, Ruolan stays there quietly, making people feel that they will forget the existence of a little girl in a blink of an eye.

The strange thing is that the chill on Ruolan's body is very strong, and even a martial arts monk like Zhou Yang, who is a third-level qi refining cultivator, can't stand it.

He didn't understand why this little girl had such a cold breath. Is it innate, or is it something that happened because of stimulation? It seems to inspire her unknown bloodline, which is incomprehensible.

Zhou Yang was going to take Ruolan to the Green Dragon Hall after a while, and ask the seemingly omniscient Zhu Lang to see if he could understand. Although, in Zhou Yang's heart, he had some doubts about Zhu Lang's ability.

Since he entered the Blue Dragon Palace, in addition to teaching them basic exercises, Zhu Lang would occasionally brag about how brilliant his past achievements were, but once asked about the specific deeds, he was silent. He never actually showed a few hands, and no one knew if he was really good or bragging.

Retracting his gaze, Zhou Yang quietly observed his body, adjusted his spirit to the best state, and began to practice swordsmanship.

The drill of the Brute Bull Fuhu Fist just now made him feel more confident, and he puffed up, he wanted to see if his swordsmanship could make some progress.

Swordsmanship, kendo, is the pursuit that Zhou Yang is committed to.

He loves the pride of a swordsman to kill with a sword, so he has always been inexplicably fond of swordsmanship.

Because of this, he immersed himself in this way, and only then did he practice the Qinglong Palace's peerless dragon eight slash to the Dacheng realm, and sent out six sword shadows.

Sword, the king of a hundred soldiers.

The sword is also a murder weapon.

When a man kills with a sword, blood is splashed in five steps, just for righteousness!

Zhou Yang stroked the simple long sword, the spirit was attached to the sword body, and the whole person fused with the long sword, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, with a sharp murderous aura, blowing the scattered branches and fallen leaves in the courtyard.

"Sword, sword, sword, martial arts to stop fighting, sword to control violence. Although you are the murder weapon, the first day in my hands is for punishment. Punish the murderers! I hope that in the future, there will not be so many killings, no more chaos, and no more disputes in this chaotic world.

With a soft sound, the ancient sword made a buzzing sound as if it could understand Zhou Yang's words.

"It seems that you agree with the name, and from today onwards, you will be called Zhige. Together with me Zhou Yang, kill people with swords and stop fighting!"

"Stop, unsheath!"

It's chilling!

After holding the sword in his hand, Zhou Yang seemed to have changed into a different person, with a chill on his face, thick eyebrows like knives, cloth shirts flying, long swords pointing obliquely, and the sword pointing at the blue sky.

The next moment, Zhou Yang moved.

Quiet as a virgin, moving as a rabbit!

A move is like the power of thunder, as fast as lightning.

The long sword rolled up a gust of wind, carrying the wind-swept heaven and earth vitality, and raised a burst of dust in the backyard of the broken temple, like a dragon going out to sea, slashing down obliquely.

Eight Dragons Slash!

The sword came out like a rainbow, and the Dao sword shadows slashed down diagonally, and the last shot came first, and several sword shadows instantly merged, staggered and fused in mid-air, quickly converging into a bundle, and slashing down with the momentum of superposition.

Brush!

Like cutting tofu, a large bluestone weighing thousands of catties, under the power of the sword of Zhige, made a dull sound, divided into two parts, neatly aligned.

Putting back the sword, Zhou Yang calmed down, as if the move he made just now was not him, but another person, and really responded to the sentence of killing people out of the sheath and hiding in the sheath.

"Six Dao, or only six sword shadows!"

Zhou Yang was still a little dissatisfied with his sword move. Although the sword style is strong, it is mainly with the help of the sharpness of the Zhige sword, not the power of the sword move.

It has been more than three years since he practiced this dragon and eight slashes, from one sword shadow to the current six sword shadows, he spent countless hours in the firewood room, using the firewood knife as a sword, sweating and practicing. In the water, he also did not hesitate to cut off branches for swords and paddling exercises.

The sweat that flowed and the tears that spilled paid off, and this trick You Long Ba Slash was getting closer and closer to the realm of the Great Perfection, but he just couldn't sense that kind of trick, and he couldn't achieve harmony.

Sitting down and putting the sword in front of his lap, Zhou Yang closed his eyes and pushed it in his mind.

You dragon slashed, overlapping and injuring people with sword momentum, and entered the battle.

The sword is like a dragon, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and the power is incomparable.

Dragon, Tiger......

Just when Zhou Yang was pondering, the Divine Secret in his sea of consciousness actually operated independently, and the spiritual core seed that had not yet been fully formed exuded a bright glow.

In the sea of knowledge, a huge dragon rose into the air, and its body hovered in the air, wandering.

Orr, the giant dragon raised its head to the sky and let out a dragon groan, turned its head and stared at Zhou Yang with two big eyes like discs, and its body trembled.

One time......

Two ......

Three times ......

Everywhere......

......

Eight ......

The bones of the dragon's body trembled, driving the muscles on its body to exert force, like a dragon out of the sea, and a tiger down the mountain, letting out a clear roar, perfectly united in the air.

"I see, I see!"

Zhou Yang opened his eyes violently, and a flash of lightning shot out.

Out of the sword!

The sword is like electricity, with the power of the waist and abdomen, it drives the muscles of the whole body, and uses the small adjustment of the muscles to exert force with the bones.

With his right hand, he learned to recognize the dragon in the sea, his muscles trembled, and he drove the long sword to swing quickly.

Brush!~

A sword shadow ......

Two Sword Shadow ......

......

Eight Sword Shadows......

In mid-air, the eight sword shadows instantly merged into one, quickly and silently merging in the air.

Chop!

A sword slashed down, and the hard ground, under the power of this sword, was cut out of a deep mark like an ox plow.

The power of a sword, terrifying!

Zhou Yang looked at the deep scar in front of him in a daze, as deep as a foot long, his face was shocked, and he almost didn't believe that it was a sword that he had just slashed out in ignorance.

However, he did slash the Eight Dragons, and in the trance-like realm just now, he cultivated to the Great Perfection.

How did you do that?

Zhou Yang recalled the wisps of that moment again.