Dead branches and leaves!"

Luo Qingyang let out a low snort, and the Nine Song Sword was in his hand, like a swimming dragon, entangled with Yang Ming's Liuyun and Fengyu two swords.

"Huh?" Seeing that he could no longer control these two swords, Yang Ming frowned slightly, and said helplessly in his heart, "Luo Qingyang is really difficult to deal with."

Yang Ming grabbed the two swords of Qu Yun and Zhishui in front of him with both hands, and the soles of his feet violently exerted force.

The twin swords were like bamboos, and Luo Qingyang was caught off guard.

"Good fellow!" Luo Qingyang let out a muffled snort. He had expected it in his heart, but the power of Yang Ming's blow still surprised him.

The figure took dozens of steps back, and Luo Qingyang stabilized his figure.

"Pretty!" The mines on the side clapped their hands. It may be because Luo Qingyang has too many titles on his head, Yang Ming has gained the advantage of one blow, and Lei Wuji is also excited.

In the eyes of the swordsmen of the world, the lone sword immortal Luo Qingyang is a god-like existence, the object that countless swordsmen dream of defeating.

"This is an advantage, senior brother deserves to be a senior brother." Yan Xiluo's mouth also smiled. was defeated by Luo Qingyang's move, and he was also holding back a fire in his heart.

Compared to the others, Twilight Yumo was slightly relieved, she was really afraid that Yang Ming would be suppressed by Luo Qingyang at the beginning.

"Tempest Swordsmanship!" Luo Qingyang raised his eyebrows and saw Yang Ming's swordsmanship.

Yang Ming smiled slightly: "Yes, it is the Wind Sword Technique, with the double sword as the wind and the wind as the sword, even if the city wall is tough, it can be broken."

"I originally thought that this kind of swordsmanship had been lost, but I didn't expect anyone to do it, what a surprise." In Luo Qingyang's eyes, the fighting intent was even worse.

Yang Ming chuckled, "Oh? The sword technique that can make the predecessor of the Lone Sword Immortal react like this, it seems that the origin of this sword technique is not small."

"Let me guess!" Yang Ming touched his chin and pretended to think, "Could it be that the person who originally used this sword technique was your enemy? Or is it your enemy?"

Luo Qingyang didn't answer, the Nine Songs Sword danced a sword flower in his hand, and his fingers flicked lightly.

The Nine Songs Sword was like an arrow off the string, shooting towards Yang Ming.

"Damn, why don't you talk about martial arts, the words are good, suddenly a sword comes and attacks me, a little comrade?" The mouth cannon is the mouth cannon, and the movements in Yang Ming's hands have not slowed down.

The water-stopping sword in his left hand slammed into front of him.

On the ground, a curtain of water rose in an instant. By the time Luo Qingyang's Nine Songs came, the water curtain had been completely condensed. Firmly caught the blow.

Luo Qingyang hooked his fingers, and the Nine Songs Sword went and returned, returning to his hand.

Outsiders may not be able to see anything in this scene, but Yang Ming knows it in his heart. This curtain of water of his is able to absorb all attacks, and the objects of attack are embedded in it, and cannot be taken out.

Just now, Luo Qingyang obviously just hooked his hand, and as for how much internal force he exerted, Yang Ming didn't know. However, it can be seen from his expression that there is absolutely no effort.

Quickly pulling out the water-stopping sword, Yang Ming crossed his two swords behind him.

The figure rushed towards Luo Qingyang at a very strange speed.

"Twin Swordsmanship!" Yang Ming's mouth let out a low snort.

The body instantly turned into an entangled shadow, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Ming had already appeared behind Luo Qingyang.

The twin swords that were originally behind him had been held in front of him at this moment.

Before he had time to think about it, Luo Qingyang felt a powerful wind coming towards him.

"How so!" Luo Qingyang looked surprised, he felt his body being knocked into the air uncontrollably.

Yang Ming seized the opportunity, turned around sharply, opened his bow left and right, and the two swords were in his hands, each swinging a sword.

One was a violent and fiery sword aura, and the other was a sharp and rapid sword.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Luo Qingyang was shocked in his heart, he had never seen anyone who could integrate the essence of the two sword techniques into everything, otherwise it would be impossible to swing two different sword qi in a short period of time, let alone two swords.

The Nine Song Sword swung quickly in his hand, so fast that it was difficult for ordinary people to see the afterimage of the sword body with the naked eye.

Because of this, Luo Qingyang's body could barely move.

"Thorn~"

Yang Ming's first sword qi cut a small opening on Luo Qingyang's face.

"There's no resistance from the body." Luo Qingyang was overjoyed.

Yang Ming's attack range of the first sword qi was obviously inferior to the second one, and if he resisted the second sword qi hard, Luo Qingyang didn't dare to guarantee that he would not be injured.

Yang Ming's move, the effect of forcibly suppressing the opponent is really good, but once the opponent is attacked at all, even if it is just a stone hitting him, the effect of compulsory suppression will disappear.

"It's really like a control skill in the game, and sure enough, this kind of powerful suppression skill is not allowed by the rules here." Yang Ming secretly slandered in his heart.

A gray-cyan sword qi shot out, and a single blow completely neutralized Yang Ming's second sword qi.

Falling back to the ground, Luo Qingyang did not choose to shoot at the first time. Rubbing the sword body of the Nine Songs Sword, he spoke: "The Tempest Sword Technique is the culmination of a sword technique and the first person in sword technique hundreds of years ago, whether it is with a sword, a knife, or a gun, you can practice this sword technique."

"I thought I would never have the chance to see this kind of swordsmanship again in my life, but I didn't expect you to give me a big surprise."

"Oh?" Yang Ming was a little stunned, this sword technique was still snatched from Xie Xuan. But if you think about it carefully, with Xie Xuan's shrewdness, I'm afraid there are 10,000 ways to get it back. Even he practiced on his own.

Yang Ming looked at Xie Xuan in the distance suspiciously.

Xie Xuan finished writing in one stroke, and slowly raised his forehead, just in time to meet Yang Ming's gaze.

He smiled meaningfully, but didn't say anything.

At this moment, Yang Ming also understood: it should be the master who deposited it with him, it seems that the master and his old man are really attentive, knowing that I will contact Xie Xuan.

Putting away his thoughts, Yang Ming looked at Luo Qingyang: "I didn't expect this sword technique I practiced, and there is such a background, but I don't know what the name of the person who created this sword technique is!"

"He doesn't have a name!" Luo Qingyang shook his head: "At least no one knows his name, hundreds of years ago, he disappeared from the world on the rivers and lakes, and no one knows where he went."

After speaking, Luo Qingyang's fingers flicked lightly on the sword, and a beautiful sound of music suddenly sounded in the air.

"Sound offensive?" Yang Ming naturally didn't stupidly think that Luo Qingyang would play a song for him, this music was by no means simple, and Yang Ming didn't dare to take it lightly.

Luo Qingyang was silent, and his fingers flicked on the sword a few more times.

"Huh? There is a limiting effect!" Yang Ming's heart was shocked, and he felt that within the coverage of this music, his movements were not as smooth as before. It's like falling into the ocean, and every time you move, you will be met with endless resistance.

"The wind and clouds!" Yang Ming held the Qu Yun Sword high above his head.

As a modern person, he naturally understands that sound is transmitted by the air, and as long as the air is cut off, the sound naturally cannot be transmitted.

A huge tornado instantly enveloped Yang Ming.

"You guessed it!" The corners of Yang Ming's mouth rose slightly, and then, he continued to expand the scope of the tornado, approaching Luo Qingyang step by step.

"I'm underestimating you!" Luo Qingyang snorted lightly and decisively gave up the offensive.

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