Zhou Yang's long sword started, and the temperament of the whole person changed, from an ordinary teenager to an ancient sword containing peerless power, and the javelin stood at the core of the battlefield, as if he represented the invincible sword path, the sky can also be pierced, and the earth can also be chopped. [Ran^Text^Library] []

The posture of a peerless swordsman, this is the way of the sword!

At this time, the original connotation of kendo was perfectly reflected in Zhou Yang's body.

Lei Ba was slightly surprised, and secretly said in his heart: "This kid is not simple, he is already ahead of most people on the road of swordsmanship!"

Zhou Yang's long sword moved slightly, the sword rose, and the wind came.

A sword qi clash void, breaking through a gap in the battlefield wrapped in the chaotic heaven and earth vitality, and Zhou Yang, who was standing at the core of the battlefield, suddenly felt the pressure suddenly relaxed.

This is the time!

Zhou Yang's heart moved, the long sword struck, and a thick sword qi flowed with the transfer of the long sword, and the sword light conjured up a hideous phantom, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.

"Dragon Slash!"

As the sword qi soared into the air, the sword light flew like a giant dragon, spiraling into the sky.

Giant dragons are entangled in the air, the crooked dragon heads, the scales are upside down, and the dragon's mouth groans softly, emitting earth-shattering might.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this, so powerful. ”

Lei Ba was also taken aback when he saw the long sword in Zhou Yang's hand unpredictable and amazingly powerful. Fortunately, Zhou Yang is comprehensively suppressed in the realm, otherwise it would be really a bit troublesome.

However, the long-fought Lei Ba was not surprised, and his fist was like a note, like an ancient dragon, pressing towards Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang looked at the opponent's fist momentum and steadily pressed the sword light, but he was not panicked, and still relentlessly instilled true yuan into the long sword.

The strong True Yuan is like a flood that bursts the embankment, and it is poured into the sword of Zhige desperately.

With the input of Zhenyuan, the Zhige Sword let out a soft roar, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and the sword light became even more intense.

Although the dragons in the sky were much weaker than the ancient dragons conjured up by the fist shadows, the endless dragon shadows were entangled, slowly merging, and sharing this power.

Sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth......

Ten Dragon Shadows!

The ten dragon shadows still have a constantly converging state, if time permits, and the true yuan is enough, the dragon shadows composed of this sword qi seem to be endless.

Ten dragon shadows converge in the air, like a stream converging into a long river, and the Yangtze River converging into the sea, and the ten dragon shadows form a figure comparable to the thickness of an ancient dragon, letting out an angry roar, glaring angrily, looking at the fist shadow,-for-tat.

"Come on, fight!"

With a loud shout, Zhou Yang's pale face was full of madness, and his body took a big step forward, exuding a belief that he would always move forward, and the sword shadow and the fist shadow collided with each other in this crazy battle intent.

Rumble!

The mountains are falling and the ground is cracking, and the wind is torn to the clouds. The powerful impact force caused the vitality of heaven and earth to fluctuate violently, flying sand and rocks, covering the sky and avoiding the sun.

The black pressure of the heaven and earth vitality, mixed with the rolling and rising yellow sand, makes people not see the real results of the battle, looking at the several figures of this battle from afar, showing anxious looks, looking at the direction of the battle, looking anxious.

I don't know how long it took, but the clouds cleared.

Lei Ba's clothes were in tatters, and the sword marks on his body were scarred, and the clothes of his Templar disciples were cut into strands and shapeless, revealing the Phnom Penh samurai uniform of the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall. His hair was disheveled, his face was purple, and he was embarrassed.

And Zhou Yang didn't say anything, the long sword in his hand was raised diagonally, like a sculpture, standing there, a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, obviously suffering serious internal injuries. It's just that he is still standing like a pine, as if to prove to the world that under this battle, he has withstood the attack of Lei Ba, who is two orders higher than him.

"Hahahaha......"

Lei Ba let out a wild laugh, his face was blue and white, and his expression was very ugly.

He ripped off his coat to reveal a short-cut shirt embroidered with gold trim, indicating his special status in the Templar.

"Okay, good Zhou Yang, not only took over my thunderous move, but also almost injured me. It's been a long time since I've been injured, and I almost can't remember, come on, the third move, the angry sea!"

Hearing Lei Ba's wild laughter, Zhou Yang couldn't say anything.

In the battle just now, it seemed that Lei Ba was seriously injured, but it was all caused by epidermal trauma and being attacked by sword qi. But he himself was seriously injured, and his internal organs were violently shaken, and he almost couldn't hold it.

It seems that this Lei Ba is also a battle maniac, and the two battles have aroused greater fighting passion. Probably because he had stayed in the Law Enforcement Hall for too long, no one in the Templar disciples dared to provoke him, and he rarely fought happily.

Now, Zhou Yang let him be slightly injured, but it made him feel a kind of pleasure. Now, he treats Zhou Yang as an opponent of the same realm, and wants to try his last move with all his might.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Yang looked at the opponent's big move that had already begun to gather strength, and once again devoted himself to the battle.

Fighting, you must devote yourself to your whole body and mind, no matter what your mood is, and no matter what kind of pressure you are under from the outside. Only by drawing an end to the battle in front of you can you be qualified to go to the next competition and control your own destiny, which is the fate of a warrior.

Zhou Yang adjusted his mentality, clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands, and looked at his opponent's moves solemnly, trying to find a first-line fighter.

The angry sea is stormy, like a sea of mountains and seas, and the fist wind hits, making people unable to stand up.

Zhou Yang, the core of the battlefield, is like a flat boat in the sea, and he may be annihilated in this storm at any time.

However, his spirit has not fallen, his momentum has not fallen, he is like an isolated green pine, standing with a sword, with your stormy waves, I will not move.

However, Zhou Yang also knew in his heart that just the fist style was so powerful, if this fist was implemented, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

Hide, there is nowhere to hide. And the covenant of the three tricks cannot be sold. What's more, if the opponent is a person from the Law Enforcement Hall, if he does not keep his promise, the other party's power of moving out of the Law Enforcement Hall will outweigh the losses, making it difficult for him to move an inch in the Holy Church.

What to do?

Zhou Yang, who was quiet on the surface, was anxious in his heart.

Suddenly, his face was horizontal.

If you want to fight, then fight!

If you can't hide, then you can fight hard to see who is stronger.

"A sword that shatters the sky, spring thunder!"

Zhou Yang drank softly, his face was solemn, and he raised his sword and danced lightly.

With his movements, the sword of Zhige drew a mysterious and rhymed rhythm of the great road in the void, this rhythm carried the longness and desolation of the ancient wilderness, with the prayers of the ancients for health and happiness, with the spirit of unyielding and fighting against the natural world, revealing its hideous fangs to the world, showing a peerless demeanor that makes people change color.

The artistic conception is far-reaching, and the sword is like thunder.

Like a flying immortal outside the sky, it drives the heavy historical vicissitudes that make people sentimental, and with an incomparable peerless power, the sword roars.

Thundered!

The shadow of the sword is thick, and the fist is rough.

The two forces are like two savage giants, domineering and brutal colliding together, not giving in to each other.

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