After the spring rain is stunned, in a blink of an eye, the midsummer has passed, Mu Tian stood on the eagle's beak giant rock on the top of the rooftop, and praised: "It's hot and autumn!" ”

Looking back, Zong Yang raised his sword against the black armor general, this was the ninety-eighth battle. Afraid of demolishing the broken courtyard, a freak and a puppet soldier have already moved the battlefield to the edge of the cliff, and the rocky ground is covered with sword marks, but the four crosses are not injured in the slightest.

From the beginning of the first battle, a sword was difficult to catch, Mu Tian treated Zong Yang's injuries a total of fifteen times, each time it was lighter than the other, yesterday's battle, Zong Yang and the black armor general fought one hundred and seven moves, and finally took off the sword and lost.

And so far in the battle, Mu Tian can still whistle while drinking at the beginning, and then he doesn't touch the wine gourd, these days, he has been focused on standing, and in yesterday's battle, a few beads of sweat were forced out on his forehead. If it weren't for the fact that the black-armored general was a dead thing, there was no psychological pressure between some life and death scenes, and he would have no fear in his control, otherwise he would have to be distracted by such a lifeless sword move as Shang Zongyang.

Every day after the battle, Zong Yang can meditate for a long time, not in visualization, but clearly recalling, from the first move of the sword to the last move. Waiting for the next move, he will use more exquisite swordsmanship, and since April, although his swordsmanship is not very different from the "Guiyi Sword Technique", it is only a quintex left.

Mu Tian once asked Zong Yang whether this change was through the recollection of the demolition moves, or the instinctive improvement of the body in the constant battle.

Zong Yang only replied, half and half.

Today's battle is about to start, Mu Tian pinched his fingers again, this is the third time he has counted the date in two days, saying that he is afraid that the day will be miscalculated and Qingqiu will not accept it early, but in fact, this peach blossom showman was a little twisted when he parted.

Zong Yang didn't say anything in his eyes, there was nothing to ridicule, because he was also very reluctant.

Mu Tian pinched his fingers, looked at his face as if he had decided one thing, looked at Zong Yang solemnly, and said, "Boy, parting is imminent, eldest brother will tell you two secrets." ”

Zong Yang turned around, looking forward to it.

"First, your sword is extraordinary." Mu Tian said.

Zong Yang lowered his head and stared at the sword in his hand, the best side he had ever guessed might be the sword of the head of Qingqiu. But looking at this heirloom sword with an ordinary scabbard and no blade, no matter how good it is, it should not be much better, although Mu Tian asserts it, the ancient saying is also ugly.

"Bring the sword." Mu Tian stretched out his hand and made a sword receiving motion.

Zong Yang threw the sword over without hesitation, and saw what was unusual about this sword.

Mu Tian drew his sword, discarded the scabbard at will, crossed the sword body with the finger of his left hand, and said with an arrogant smile: "I don't know which land immortal was so funny back then, sealing a peerless sword that can be called a divine product, and he has more character than me!" ”

The sword did not move, but Mu Tian's clothes suddenly agitated, and the peach blossoms flew with it, and he smiled proudly at the corners of his lips: "The world is sealed, Lao Tzu can break ninety-nine, break!" ”

The surrounding air was like a stagnant, shrouded by a powerful spiritual power that only a god possessed, Zong Yang witnessed Mu Tian holding the sword strongly in his right hand, and the sword fingers in his left hand burst out with dazzling white light, and even the hot sun in the air was eclipsed, and at this time, the sword was trembling wildly, making people dizzy, the sword groaning was like screaming in pain, and a red sealing rune appeared on the sword, because it was far away, it was impossible to see clearly.

Zong Yang waited and waited, but Mu Tian stopped abruptly, the light on the sword finger was no longer there, and the sealing rune was gone, only the sword was still trembling.

Mu Tian sighed.

Could it be that you have encountered one of the hundred hits that can't be broken?!

Zong Yang was just thinking about it, Mu Tian's spirit suddenly shook, his clothes agitated again, the light of the sword finger in his left hand skyrocketed several times, and he shouted: "Your sister's!" ”

Buzz –

Before the sword began to tremble, the sealing rune had just emerged, and it was directly broken by Mu Tian with a thunderous momentum!

"I went, I almost lost face in front of my little brother, I haven't met such a hard stubble as you for more than ten years, and I can't break the seal again for ten years." Mu Tian panted, sat on the eagle's beak boulder, picked up the wine gourd and poured a few sips, and finally came to his senses.

"Boy, spill blood to confess the Lord." Mu Tian threw the sword that had not changed to Zong Yang back.

Zong Yang held the sword, and somehow dripping blood recognized the main method.

Mu Tian rested his elbow on his leg, held his chin and explained, "Just put some blood out and drip it on the sword." ”

"Oh." Zong Yang held the blade of the sword in his left hand, intending to cut out some blood.

"Don't cut too much." Mu Tian was afraid that this manly little brother would release half a catty of blood with a sword.

With a stroke of the blade, blood came out, like a drop of ink falling into the water, like mist and gas on the surface of the sword body, and dissipated in an instant, and the sword suddenly trembled, and the buzzing sound was endless.

The sword awoke, and he met his master.

Zong Yang closed his eyes and held the sword in a trance, and after a few breaths, the sword finally quieted down, and he opened his eyes.

"The sword recognizes the master, right?" Mu Tian asked with a smile, he was already numb with envy.

"Yes." Zong Yang smiled slightly, glanced at the sword in his hand affectionately, and said, "It's not called disgust." ”

"Let's show what it's made of." Mu Tian stood up, and the black-armored general like an ancient tower raised his head at the same time and pulled out the cloud pattern giant sword.

Zong Yang nodded, raised his right arm flat after facing the black armor general, pointed his sword to the right, and said two words simply: "Sword Er!" ”

Zheng –

The sword in Zong Yang's hand was wonderfully transformed into a six-foot-long giant sword, which was almost the same length as the black armor general's cloud pattern giant sword, but the sword body was much narrower. The sword body has the ancient text seal of the black "do not hate" two words, on both sides of the blade engraved with complex black runes, the sword is as its name, awe-inspiring.

The sword is angry, and it is not angry.

Mu Tian squinted at the sword in Zong Yang's hand with Danfeng eyes, and commented: "It's a tyrant sword." ”

The sword has two points, the sword is overpowered, and the sword is shown.

"Originally, this secret should have been told to you a long time ago, but giving you a good sword will affect the improvement of your own strength, and it is also to increase the difficulty of cultivation. In today's battle, you have to take advantage of the sword, and I bet you can carry 200 moves. ”

Perhaps in order to cater to the atmosphere, the wind rose on the top of Tiantai Mountain, Zong Yang's long hair blew forward, and he smiled arrogantly for the first time: "Big brother, in my meditation world, the battle word has accounted for half of it!" ”

"Oh?!" Mu Tian was slightly startled, and Danfeng's eyes were full of war.

"I bet I can carry two hundred and thirty moves!" Zong Yang finished speaking, and made an exaggerated move.

……

"Big brother, what is the hot sun in my meditation world? What are the battle words? ”

"My little brother is stupid sometimes." It is rare for Mu Tian to say that Zong Yang is stupid once.

"That trillion flames are the composition of your body, which means that you have obtained the power of the sun god to help you remove the qi of death yin. As for the battle words, it is related to the magic pattern of your right hand, and it must be to directly temper your body with unpredictable energy! One day all you have left in your meditation world is the word war, which means that you have the power of this body completely, what kind of freak will that be? ”

……

If there is a bell ringing on Tiantai Mountain, it shocks people's eardrums, a total of thirty-six times, which is the number of Tiangang and the number of heavenly layers on the earth.

In the thirty-sixth sword, Zong Yang finally took the lead with a powerful sword, and a sword antelope hung its horns and went straight to the middle. The black-armored general's horizontal sword blocked with the blade of the sword, and he was shocked back three steps, just inside the wooden door.

The black armor general was terrified, and he was shocked back three steps, which shows how strong Zong Yang is!

Suddenly—

Zong Yang jumped up in the air, and his figure overshadowed the scorching sun behind him, and he didn't slash down in the air.

"Boy, big brother can't lose." Mu Tian smiled bitterly.

Bang - boom -

Without slashing the roof, the black-armored general swung his sword in the collapse of the rubble beams and blocked again, this time, it used the aura of heaven and earth around it, like a giant whale sucking water.

"When—" Another distant bell rang at the top of Tiantai Mountain.

If he didn't shake the shock, he turned into his original form when he got out of his hand, and fell to the ground with a chok, while the black-armored general held the sword in his hand, but his feet sank into the ground a foot.

Who loses?

Win-win.

……

Zong Yang sat on the threshold of the inner door of the small hall, looking at the life bead in his hand, the flickering light dimmed a lot.

Mu Tian mentioned that the farther away a person is from the pearl of life, the fainter the light will be.

"Where have you been? Are you alright? Zong Yang said in his heart.

"Boy, are you packing your luggage, don't mother-in-law." Mu Tian carried his sword and called out in the distance.

I don't know who it is, no less than ten times I told Zong Yang that if he encounters a ruthless stubble, he will report his name, regardless of the other party's power, even if it is the emperor Laozi, he will smoke him.

Zong Yang packed his bags and ran over, and came to the eagle's beak boulder with Mu Tian, and walked forward with his sword for a while, according to Mu Tian's words, he would close his eyes and open his eyes again when he arrived at Qingqiu.

"Boy, before leaving, how about peeing with your eldest brother?" Mu Tian begged for the Tao.

"The friendship of gentlemen is as light as water, and the friendship of brothers is as thick as urine. Good! Zong Yang repeated one of Mu Tian's mantras, shoved his sword behind his back, and untied his belt.

At the top of Tiantai Mountain, two small rainbows are not crooked in the wind.

Master

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