In Yang Ming's memory, the Angry Sword Immortal was the weakest existence among the five great sword immortals. Yang Ming wanted to obtain the name of the Sword Immortal and defeat the Angry Sword Immortal, which was indeed a shortcut.

According to the big man's statement, finally before dark, Yang Ming came to the town that the big man said.

For those who are in a hurry for most of the day, being able to drink a pot of cool tea at this time is the most effective way to relieve fatigue.

Approaching a teahouse, Yang Ming shouted, "Little Er, bring me a pot of herbal tea!" ”

Seeing the long sword pinned to Yang Ming's waist, Xiao'er naturally didn't dare to slack off. "Guest officer, you sit down first, and I'll serve tea!"

Before Xiao Er put down the teapot, Yang Ming snatched it, didn't even use the cup, and drank it directly to himself.

The herbal tea entered the stomach, and the original fatigue caused by the rush was swept away at the moment. Handing the teapot to Xiao Er, Yang Ming continued: "Xiao'er has another pot." ”

Yang Ming's appearance is Sven, dressed in blue, with a handsome face, and a pair of eyes that are extremely bright, as if he can perceive people's hearts at any time. The first feeling is like an elegant scholar.

It's just Yang Ming's actions that are in stark contrast to it. The huge contrast made the child not react for a while.

In the final analysis, it was Yang Ming's poor preparation. When he came out, Yang Ming only brought a coil and clothes, and he didn't take the kettle at all, and he completely resisted along the way. If it weren't for Yang Ming's strong internal strength, if he were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have died of thirst on the road a long time ago.

Soon, Xiao Er made a pot of tea again. This time, Yang Ming's way of drinking tea was much more elegant.

While drinking tea, Yang Ming was in a daze towards the street. Maybe he was thinking about how to find the whereabouts of the Angry Sword Immortal.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with scars on his face and a murderous aura attracted Yang Ming's attention.

The man was dressed in a black cloak, with a stubble on his face, a hat on his head, and a giant sword on his back.

"The world's famous sword spectrum, the fifth-ranked heavy sword breaking army. It is the place where there is no reversal in stepping on the iron shoes, and there is no waste of effort! My first battle is you, Fury Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian! ”

On the tea table, after throwing a few copper plates, he followed.

When the sun sets, only the heartbroken will be at the end of the world.

Stepping out of the town, it is a dense jungle, but in the jungle, there is an artificial path.

I don't know how long it took, the sky was completely dark, and a bright moon lit up the night sky.

"Your Excellency, you have followed me all the way, and you haven't shown up yet!"

Yan Zhantian stopped and said to Yang Ming's position; It's just that there's a slight hoarseness in his voice.

Now that the other party has broken through, he must feel that this place is the place of battle, and Yang Ming naturally has no need to hide anymore.

Yang Ming jumped from the trunk of the tree and came to a place more than 10 meters in front of Yan Zhantian.

"I have long heard that the Angry Sword Immortal has a heavy sword that is the best in the world, and when I see it today, it is worthy of its name!"

On Yang Ming's handsome face, a cold voice came out.

The Angry Sword Immortal had a slight guess about Yang Ming's identity at the moment, the other party had a long sword at his waist, and among the five great sword immortals, only the Snow Moon Sword Immortal was similar.

"Your Excellency is the Snow Moon Sword Immortal? It's a good thing, I've wanted to fight you for a long time. Yan Zhantian's words revealed a strong fighting intent.

It is rumored that the Angry Sword Immortal is the weakest of the five great sword immortals, and now as long as he defeats the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, then he will be able to wash away the name of the weakest sword immortal!

However, Yang Ming shook his head, he wants to become famous, how can he use someone else's name, even if he defeats Yan Zhantian at that time, what does it matter if he is himself.

"I'm not a Snow Moon Sword Immortal. However, from now on, the Five Great Sword Immortals will become the Six Great Sword Immortals! ”

Hearing this, Yan Zhantian sneered and said, "It turns out that you plan to rely on me to get on the throne, arrogant!" ”

Since the other party was not the other four sword immortals, Yan Zhantian naturally had no idea of playing with Yang Ming.

Yan Zhantian took the giant sword from behind his back and slashed it at Yang Mingtian.

Seeing this, Yang Ming complained in his heart, "Angry Sword Immortal, it's really irritable!" However, the movements of Yang Ming's hands did not slow down.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Ming pulled out the water-stopping sword. The blade of the sword was unsheathed, and the sound of water was heard in the wind.

With a "bang", the two collided.

The ranking of the broken sword in the sword spectrum, coupled with its own weight, ordinary swords simply cannot compete with it. The broken sword perfectly interprets the meaning of the four words "sharpening iron like clay".

However, the ending of Yan Zhantian's image did not happen, not only was the water-stopping sword not cut off, but there was not even a gap on the blade. On the contrary, Yan Zhantian's hand holding the sword was almost injured by the shock of the sword body.

At this time, Yan Zhantian's face when he looked at Yang Ming changed slightly, and his original contempt and disdain were now completely taken seriously.

Yang Ming's sword also made a lot of efforts. Yang Ming didn't know what level the Water Stopping Sword was at in the world's famous sword spectrum. When all the shots were made, a lot of internal force was mobilized.

And judging from Fang Cai's performance, the water-stopping sword can definitely rank on the world's famous sword spectrum, ranking before the exam.

Yan Zhantian placed the broken sword in front of him and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, your sword is very good. Your strength has also reached the level of the Heavenly Mirror, and you are qualified to ask me for a sword! ”

"I've long heard that the Angry Sword Immortal has a total of three swords, I don't know if I'm lucky enough to see these three swords!" In Yang Ming's words, he asked a little provocatively, but he didn't notice it himself.

It doesn't mean that Yan Zhantian can't hear it. This sentence is undoubtedly saying that you Yan Zhantian can only see these three swords, if you don't have these three swords, you don't deserve to be called a sword immortal at all.

The Angry Sword Immortal was already angry and killed, and Yang Ming's words were undoubtedly adding strength to Yan Zhantian in disguise.

"As you wish!"

Yan Zhantian's internal strength surged outward, and the giant sword in his hand gradually glowed with scarlet light.

"The first sword, draw the sword angrily!"

Yan Zhantian picked up his giant sword and slashed fiercely at Yang Ming. This time, Yan Zhantian's sword was more powerful and more powerful!

Yang Ming knew Yan Zhantian's sword moves, and each style was powerful and heavy. If you are still careless at this moment, then there is no doubt that you will be split in half by Yan Zhantian.

"Canglan swordsmanship, sword into Canglan."

Yan Zhantian's strength is on par with himself, and Yang Ming naturally wants to show his strength.

The originally dull water-stopping sword was now flooded with bursts of blue light. The originally rigid sword body, with the blessing of internal force, is like a puddle of water.

After a while, the two swords collided, and this time, there was no sound of metal colliding.

However, the water-stopping sword really blocked the attack of the broken sword.

Feeling that his strength was like a stone sinking into the sea, Yan Zhantian hurriedly withdrew the broken sword.

"Rigidity and softness, what a combination of rigidity and softness!" Yan Zhantian's voice was filled with anger. The last thing Yan Zhantian is afraid of is to fight him. On the contrary, what annoyed him the most was a punch to the cotton, and that feeling was undoubtedly torture for him.

"This time, it's my hand." Yang Ming didn't want to win, and seeing that the Angry Sword Immortal was a little distracted, he didn't forget to remind him.

"Canglan swordsmanship, sword blade wild!"

This sword, instead of the previous softness and weakness, has a feeling of strength and heaviness. However, Yang Ming's momentum is still worse than Yan Zhantian.

Seeing that Yang Ming planned to go toe-to-toe with him, the Angry Sword Immortal naturally would not let go of the opportunity.

"The second sword, the angry sword slash!"

"Bang bang bang ~" between the sword and the sword. Yang Ming was repelled by Yan Zhantian.

Just now, Yan Zhantian only made one sword, while Yang Ming made several swords to offset Yan Zhantian's attack.

"Ahem, the momentum of the Angry Sword Immortal has been understood, and the next move will determine the winner!"

The Angry Sword Immortal said with a warlike face: "That's exactly what I mean!" ”

Then he roared angrily: "The third sword, the angry sword back!" ”