"Looks like you know a lot of things." A figure walked out of the darkness.

"It's not too much, it's just that others know a little bit more, of course, this little bit is enough." Yang Ming looked at Wei Zhuang Dao, who walked from the darkness to the light.

Before Yang Ming left Xianyang, he had heard that Qin Wangzheng had an extra swordsmanship teacher, but he never thought that Yang Ming had not seen the vertical sword heir in Xianyang, but he had seen this horizontal sword descendant in Xinzheng.

"Your sword is good." When Yang Ming was looking at Wei Zhuang, Wei Zhuang was also looking at Yang Ming.

The breath is deep and far-reaching, and his attainments in internal strength are good, and the sword is also a good sword, which is a good opponent. In just a few glances, Wei Zhuang formed a preliminary understanding of Yang Ming in his mind.

"This sword is really good, after all, what she can give away is a first-class treasure in the world." Yang Ming looked at the Tianwen Sword Dao in his hand.

The sword that can be collected by the Empress Dowager Xuan and sent by Zhao Ji can be a mortal thing.

"If you want to recover these people, it's not impossible." Wei Zhuang looked at the humanity in the courtyard.

"I think I already know what you're going to say, and coincidentally, I'd like to see what kind of sword the legendary shark-toothed sword is, and what kind of person its owner is." Yang Ming said.

Longitudinal swordsmanship, Yang Ming has already seen it in Gongsun Yu's old guy, at that time, the hundred-step flying sword that he can kill with the next blow is still under the blessing of the army, but, Wei Zhuang? But it's still a big distance away from his uncle.

Although it is domineering in all directions, it also depends on the people, and now Weizhuang has not achieved great success, but it is still far away.

"The price of looking at the sword can be the price of life." Wei Zhuang Road.

This is a good opponent, and Wei Zhuang's palm holding the sword behind him is already a little excited.

"What is worth seeing with your life is the most wonderful thing in the world." Yang Ming said.

"You have a very good appetite for me, for the sake of this......" Wei Zhuang couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth as he spoke, since Senior Brother Yu separated, he hadn't met such an interesting person for a long time, especially that kind of speaking style, it was really too appetizing.

"Won't you keep your hands?" Yang Ming intercepted Wei Zhuang's words.

The smile on the corner of Wei Zhuang's mouth couldn't help but stiffen, at this moment, he seemed to understand a little bit of the feelings of his previous opponents, it was really annoying.

"Not bad." Wei Zhuang, who was blocked in his chest in one breath, said hard.

"Coincidentally, I think so too." Yang Ming said with a smile, the people under the Guigu Sect are quite interesting when they talk about it.

This time, it was no longer words that responded to Yang Ming, but a domineering and swift sword, and as soon as Yang Ming's words fell, Wei Zhuang had already swung his sword and slashed horizontally.

The horizontal sword attacks in the plan, in order to seek its benefits, is for the sake of the sword

Yang Ming held the sword in one hand, and greeted him with the unsheathed Tianwen sword, Wei Zhuang's horizontal swordsmanship could not be described as not domineering, the momentum was strong and heavy, and the domineering was abnormal, but this domineering in front of Yang Ming was nothing more than that.

Wei Zhuang fell, the sword momentum was endless, the demon sword shark tooth, was used by it to swing the horizontal sword technique, as wild as the wind, fierce as the waves.

The momentum was earth-shattering and murderous, and wherever the sword qi passed, it left deep sword marks in any objects it touched.

Fast as lightning and varied, the sword light floated, so that the people who had already avoided it subconsciously closed their eyes, the sword light was too strong, breaking people's hearts, and the sword qi was too cold, which made people bold.

The move is fatal, and it is the fragility of life.

In the midst of it, I may leave a whole corpse behind? This is the only thought of the people who are constantly retreating at this time.

But under Wei Zhuang's sword blade, Yang Ming was truly immovable, no matter how powerful the sword momentum was, it was taken by Yang Ming steadily, and from beginning to end, the Tianwen Sword was not even unsheathed.

Yang Ming's behavior, in Wei Zhuang's view, is even more of a provocation, the shark tooth sword in his hand is attacking more and more fiercely, and between the sword qi flying, there is a person who can't dodge, he was hit in the shoulder on the spot, one arm is broken, and the screams also add a bit of cruelty to this contest, it is not just looking gorgeous, but really deadly.

Suddenly, Wei Zhuang jumped up, caught the condescending dive, and the shark tooth sword in his hand slashed horizontally, between the vertical and horizontal sword qi, although it was a sword, but the sword momentum contained four changes, between the virtual and real transformation, Yang Ming's square space had been blocked.

This sword, called traversing the Quartet, blocking the Quartet with sword momentum, if the enemy dodges, can only dodge one of them, the other three sword momentum will merge into one, into a sword that must be killed, if the other party does not avoid, it will face this domineering sword, it is also a dead end, this is the sword of the lore in the horizontal swordsmanship.

It is impossible for one person to block one sword and four powers, but what if it is four people?

When Wei Zhuang condescendingly slashed out across the Quartet, Yang Ming's figure flickered, and Huo Ran suddenly four figures appeared under Wei Zhuang's sword momentum.

"It's just a little bit of identity separation."

"Zheng!"

A sound sounded, followed by four voices, in Wei Zhuang's sight, the existence that was originally a phantom actually sent out a counterattack at the same time, taking his sword momentum and sword qi all over, as the four figures turned into one, with the sound of sword qi, a moonlight sword qi tilted out, showing a reversal trend, swept from the ground and the sky.

Yang Ming's swordsmanship can only be regarded as second-rate, exhausting his techniques, but he has no sword momentum, and it is precisely because of this that his sword qi is not as domineering as Wei Zhuang's horizontal sword aura, but Yang Ming's internal strength is too deep, so deep that it surpasses that of ordinary grandmasters.

is the so-called miracle of vigor, and this is exactly the case with Yang Ming at this time.

Since quality cannot prevail, then win by quantity.

In the face of Yang Ming's sword swing, such as the sword qi frenzy of Rong Haihai's reverse roll, even the fierce and fearless Wei Zhuang couldn't help but feel a kind of scalp tingling, among the swordsmen he had fought with, he had never seen a person like Yang Ming, obviously the swordsmanship was not too strong, but the sword qi frenzy under the urging of this internal force made people's scalps tingle.

Wei Zhuang danced the shark tooth sword to the limit, and in the afterimage of the Dao, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, turning into a large net that enveloped itself in it, like an indestructible rock, standing in the sea of Yang Ming's sword qi.

"Such a squander of internal strength, even a first-class peak master can't bear it, I see how long you can last." Wei Zhuang, who was forced to be on the defensive, sneered in his heart.

In this battle, he still has the determination to win, Yang Ming, in his opinion, in terms of swordsmanship, is not his opponent, the one he relies on is just a deeper internal force, but the swordsman, the last thing he is afraid of is the enemy's deep internal force, no matter how deep the internal force is, it can't stop the swordsman's lore sword.

It's just that Wei Zhuang is obviously thinking too much, Yang Ming's internal strength is indeed limited, but this limit is beyond the limit he imagined, therefore, under Yang Ming's continuous offensive, the time that Wei Zhuang was waiting for has never appeared.

On the contrary, it was Yang Ming, who saw the opportunity he wanted to see.

In the frenzy of sword qi, Yang Ming's figure suddenly disappeared, and Wei Zhuang, who faintly felt something, suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky above him, there seemed to be an extra shadow in the moonlight, a shadow belonging to a person.

He's there, so quick identity. Wei Zhuang's eyes froze, and in the figure that seemed to merge with the bright moon in the night, he heard a sword roar.

The voice is clear and light, and the air is solemn.

"Traverse." Wei Zhuang shouted, the shark tooth sword danced in his palm, and the sword momentum that surpassed the four directions condensed the domineering sword qi out of the air, and met in the air, turning into a sword qi black dragon facing the sky, the dragon horns, dragon teeth, and dragon claws were composed of condensed sword qi, which was extremely sharp, even if it was a scale, there was also a sword qi surging.

The enemy, as long as it is rubbed to the side by the sword qi black dragon, the endless sword qi will surge out and destroy it, unless the sword qi black dragon is completely dodged.

But will the sword qi black dragon be able to dodge it? Of course not, the horizontal sword swordsmanship, exhausting the way of spatial change, under the shroud of the horizontal sword sword momentum, the place where the sword qi points is the attack range.

If the limit of the hundred-step flying sword is a sword that transcends time, then traversing the eight directions is a sword that controls space.

Weizhuang's traversal has become a small success, which is indeed terrifying, but what does all this have to do with Yang Ming?

Catching up with the falling moonlight, Wei Zhuang's eyes narrowed slightly, at the end of his sight, the Tianwen Sword slashed down with the moonlight, at that moment, Wei Zhuang felt the existence of a sword momentum, and it was also an unfamiliar sword momentum that traversed all directions, and it was also a sword momentum that was domineering.

At the end of Wei Zhuang's line of sight, the sword that rippled with the moonlight collided with the sword qi black dragon that crossed the eight directions, his since his debut, has always been invincible across the eight directions, and was actually cut open by a sword, in the battle between the moonlight and black, the sword qi black dragon did not have a sword, and the scattered sword qi set off a storm of sword qi in the air, sweeping away in all directions, fortunately, this is the air, but there is no need to worry about hurting anyone, but people are not injured, but it does not mean that other things can also be supreme.

When the sword qi storm reversed, the first thing to suffer was the roof, and the place where the sword qi passed, like a storm raging, was in a mess in the blink of an eye, and the initial appearance was not seen, until it completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

Fortunately, when the sword qi black dragon was broken, the sword of the moonlight also disappeared between heaven and earth, and heaven and earth were completely calm.

"I have an enemy in all directions?" Wei Zhuang's eyes shrank, and there was a clear fact in front of him: he would not lose the sword that crossed the eight directions.

Wei Zhuang flashed back, landed on the roof steadily, looked at Yang Ming, who had also fallen on the top of the tree at this time, and looked at him condescendingly, and Tianwen, who was already out of the sheath in his hand, was slightly uncomfortable, and said, "Your sword is very good." ”

"Is it a sword, or is it a move?" Yang Ming returned the sword into the sheath.

"A sword is a good sword, and a move is also a good move." Wei Zhuang also returned the sword into the sheath.

"I think so too." Yang Ming laughed and said, it was not easy to get Wei Zhuang to say such a sentence.

"What's the name of this move?" Wei Zhuang asked.

"The circle is ninefold, which camp is the degree." Yang Ming said.

It is the second sword of Tianwen after Yang Ming's first sword of Tianwen's first sword 'Shen Zhao Xuan, who can be extreme', and the second sword of Tianwen that Yang Mingzhan realized without breaking his palm, is the sword of space.

The nine heavenly bodies are boundless and infinite, and how should they be measured?

This is Qu Yuan's question, but Yang Ming replied with a sword: It is a human being.

Although the ninefold celestial body is boundless and infinite, no matter how it operates, the person who observes it and explores it will always be its center, and the place where Yang Ming's sword cuts is also the place where the person between the nine celestial bodies is, and a sword determines people.

If the horizontal sword technique under the Guigu Gate is a space sword technique, and the sword that crosses the eight directions is the sword of space blockade, then Yang Ming's Tianwen second sword is the sword of breaking space.

"Heaven asks one, seventh." Wei Zhuang said, under the Guigu Sect, of course, he is not a reckless man who only knows how to play swords, Wei Zhuang has also read Qu Yuan's Tianwen article of Chu State, so when Yang Ming said this, Wei Zhuang immediately reacted.

"Yes, it is taken from the seventh article of Tianwen."

"A good trick is ninefold, which is the best way to do it, when I read this back then, I also had similar doubts, but now I have the answer." Wei Zhuang stroked his palms and exclaimed, although he was arrogant, he was not arrogant, Yang Ming's sword was enough to make him feel amazing.

"Of course, it's with a sword." Wei Zhuang said solemnly.

"Yes, but he has another name, a little cheesy, but more in line with my aesthetic." Yang Ming said.

"What's the name?" Wei Zhuang asked, now he was becoming more and more curious about Yang Ming and the sword in Yang Ming's hand.

"Heaven Cutting Sword Drawing Technique, how about the name?" Yang Ming said proudly, as if he was proud of the sword move he had come up with.

"Heaven Cutting Sword Drawing?" Wei Zhuang was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then thought for a moment and said: "If you lose your charm, it is not as good as nine times, and you can spend it." ”

"I don't know how to appreciate it." Yang Ming, who once again experienced the generation gap between himself and the people of this world in terms of thinking, said helplessly.

Wei Zhuang glanced at Yang Ming with a strange expression, and said with a horizontal sword: "The horizontal sword descendant under the Guigu Gate, Wei Zhuang." ”

"The world will be, heroic." Yang Ming also returned the courtesy.

"The world will be, Xiongba?" Wei Zhuang thought silently, as if he was thinking that there was such a sect in the world, and he had never heard of this name.

"Don't think about it, you haven't heard of it." Yang Ming's words interrupted Wei Zhuang's thoughts.

"Why is that?" Wei Zhuang asked rhetorically.

"Because I made it up, there has never been a world meeting in the world, let alone a domineering person." Yang Ming said without shame.

At this moment, Wei Zhuang never felt that a person could still be so annoying, and this annoying person was still a person who could compete with him in swordsmanship.

"I can't reveal my identity yet, otherwise it will cause a lot of trouble, but will the world be this name? It can come out pretty quickly. Yang Ming said.

This Xinzheng has a nightfall, an iron-blooded alliance, and quicksand, why can't there be a world meeting?