"You, this sword is good!" Meng Fangyue said slowly, every word seemed to be said through gritted teeth. Let's make a move. Yang Chen said lightly, what he wanted to defeat the most was Meng Fangyue, because this person was cunning, and he would do evil if he didn't frustrate. Meng Fangyue slowly took out a long knife from his bosom, making a stabbing sound, as if the long knife was originally in his body, and at this time, there was a faint sound like a long knife coming out of the sheath.

Such a momentum is already shocking, and a chill penetrates the heart. Yang Chenqing stared at Meng Fangyue with his sword in his chest, both of them were at the high level of the Transformation Realm, obviously Meng Fangyue was much stronger than Zheng Zewei and Sheng Fu. Meng Fangyue danced the long knife, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed, like a god. "Cut off the water!" With Meng Fangyue's slow voice, he also rushed like a wild ox. His speed was not very fast, but that momentum seemed to control all directions, and it became slow with him.

"This is the water knife method, I heard that there are three styles, one knife to cut the water, two to cut the stream, three to cut the mountains and rivers. Because it is particularly difficult to practice, no one has used the third type of broken mountains and rivers so far. Someone whispered from the side.

Zhao Huaiding is also dignified, this water knife method is said to be a very high cultivation of the patriarch in the inner door in the Yangtze River ten years of epiphany of a knife duel, because its artistic conception is too deep, the mystery is difficult to find, for the cultivation of the method is not clear and has become the unpopular in the inner door knife duel, I didn't expect Meng Fangyue to practice such a knife method, with its momentum to see a lot of effort.

"Out of the sky!" Yang Chen's speed was very fast, the Fei Zhen Sword spun out of a circle, and then stabbed straight out, Yang Chen's understanding of the Sword Punishment Heaven became more and more profound, and each sword was used, at first it was slow, but now it has become fast.

The true meaning of the water knife is just the opposite, it pursues a kind of slow extreme, because slow will disconnect the water, and see the moment when the water is disconnected, and this moment is the true meaning of the water knife. Meng Fangyue referred to the water knife for four years before realizing such an artistic conception. As Meng Fangyue approached, it seemed that everything was slowing down, and Yang Chen stepped out step by step, and the changes in his clothes seemed to be in Meng Fangyue's eyes.

Yang Chen's sword stabbed straight without the slightest change, this is the ultimate of simplicity, in order to respond to all changes. Closer, one zhang, five feet, two feet both moved at the moment when the swords intersected, not moving but changing. Meng Fangyue's waist twisted, and the knife slashed Yang Chen's waist like a streamer. This was Yang Chen's Achilles' heel that he saw in an instant, there was no defense there.

And Yang Chen also changed, and at the moment when Meng Fangyue changed, his figure rose from the ground and slashed out in the air. The sword flew like a flying arrow, and it went straight to Meng Fangyue's chest. Yang Chen and Zheng Zewei realized the mystery of the three swords of Xingtian when they competed. The first form of Izumi is actually a primer of the sword momentum, like luring the snake out of the hole and allowing the opponent to attack your weakness. And the real killing moves are in the last two styles, that is, breaking the sky and punishing the sky, breaking the sky is slashing, and punishing the sky is a horizontal slash. Breaking the sky and hurting the first line, and the punishment of the sky is injured, although they are all beheaded, but they are fundamentally different.

Yang Chen's move was to slash and break a point. Meng Fangyue's body moved again, and the horizontal slash turned into an oblique flirtation. Yang Chen changed too fast, and it actually broke through his artistic conception, and what Yang Chen took at this time was his weakness. The swords collided with each other with a clanging sound, and the two figures parted in an instant. Yang Chenfei vibrated his sword horizontally, and Meng Fangyue's long knife wrapped around his waist. Both of them looked solemn, and it seemed that their artistic conception could not suppress each other. The two of them had their own thoughts, imagining ways to crack each other's moves. Meng Fangyue had seen all of Yang Chen's moves, but after the fight, he found that Yang Chen's moves had changed a lot, the original clumsiness had become the current agility, and this agility was a hidden killing intention. Yang Chen had never seen Meng Fangyue's Water Breaking Knife Technique, and he was surprised when he saw it today, the Water Breaking Knife Method seemed to imply a kind of Dao True Meaning, if he could penetrate it, it would be unstoppable.

"Let's make a move!" Meng Fangyue also expected Yang Chen's shortcomings, very few people had seen his moves, Yang Chen was one of them, he didn't know the details of himself, but he was very clear about him. His own cultivation was two small steps higher than Yang Chen, this was an obvious gap, and after comparing the two, Meng Fangyue felt that he had the chance to win.

"Out of the sky!" Yang Chen stepped over with the Feizhen Sword in his hand, the momentum on the Feizhen Sword skyrocketed, and a green dragon condensed from the sword, as if a divine dragon was born. "Ah, it's already condensed. Some disciples said in surprise when they saw the green dragon on Yang Chen's sword. "Break the stream!" Meng Fangyue said more and more slowly, as if a trace was squeezed out of his mouth, and only when his voice disappeared did he slowly raise the long knife, like lifting a boulder, weighing more than a thousand catties. At that moment, time seemed to have stopped, and I only saw the long knife like a mountain slowly raised, and it felt heavier and heavier, even if it was lifted even a little more, it was impossible to do so. Meng Fangyue stretched out his arms like Hercules, and the long knife was raised above the top.

"Boom" The coercion of the overturning of the mountain came, and the long knife suddenly fell. Yang Chen felt that it was difficult to take a step, an unstoppable power trapped him inside, and the Flying Zhenjian trembled and made an unwilling humming sound, this is the cage, this is the overturned sky.

The long knife fell like a mountain collapsing, like a heavy mountain, and weighed as many catties. The blade pierced the sky, with a sharp edge, revealing the cold air of the forest. Yang Chen was almost desperate, this was an artistic conception, a method of controlling the vitality of heaven and earth. Controlling the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is something that can only be achieved above the Void Realm, but now Meng Fangyue has done it, although he can't fly up in the air yet, he can create a kind of mind space, which is an illusion.

Yang Chen suddenly woke up, and the Feizhen Sword in his hand slashed out, "Break the sky!" He wanted to use the sword in his hand to break through Meng Fangyue's illusion. The long sword was like thunder piercing the sky, and the long wind swept by, shocking the sky.

The "click" long sword collided with the long knife, the illusion disappeared, and the sword in Yang Chen's hand was suppressed by Meng Fangyue's long knife, stuck there. Meng Fangyue's long knife was only an inch away from Yang Chen's nose. The breath of the two could be smelled, and the long knife was about to fall on Yang Chen's body if they were a little careless. At this critical moment, the three styles of sword punishment quickly flashed in his mind, how could he break it? The long sword slashed through the air, and the three styles were used one after another, and he found the traces hidden in it, and the three moves were suddenly like one move.

"Yes. A flash of realization flashed through Yang Chen's mind. The vitality in his hand surged, and the Flying Vibration Sword trembled and buzzed, as if it was about to fly out of his hand. Meng Fangyue became alert, the power of the long knife in his hand was still increasing, and it seemed that only that trace of strength was needed to break through Yang Chen's bottom line. The Fei Zhen Sword suddenly slanted horizontally, and the long knife slipped down, and at that moment, it seemed that it was about to look at Yang Chen's head, and the surrounding disciples all exclaimed, "Defeated!" someone said disappointedly.

Meng Fangyue seemed to have seen the dawn of victory, and the long knife slipped down faster. At this moment, Meng Fangyue saw Yang Chen suddenly smash his fist on the long knife, and suddenly felt that the long knife in his hand shook violently and almost came out of his hand. It was a meat fist, this was a long knife, and Meng Fangyue was surprised.

At this moment, a sharp wind sound rushed to his neck, it was a long sword. Yang Chen slanted the flying sword horizontally to make Meng Fangyue's knife posture change, so that he could find vitality, vitality was hidden in the crisis, the long knife slipped and was about to kill him, Yang Chen was not afraid of danger, his right fist smashed on the long knife like a fierce dragon out of the river, it was the blade. The long knife shook slightly, changing the trajectory of the slide, and at that moment, Yang Chen escaped from Meng Fangyue's suppression.

Fei Zhen Sword came out coherently in the three styles of Xingtian, slashing horizontally, vertically, and stabbing directly, the seemingly simple move Meng Fangyue suddenly found that he couldn't dodge, the long knife swirled in front of him to draw a light curtain, "Zheng Zheng Zheng" After three sounds, Meng Fangyue's figure suddenly retreated sharply, he felt a kind of crisis, the Fei Zhen Sword in Yang Chen's hand was like the sickle of death always moving three inches in his throat. But Yang Chen was like a ghost, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"Broken rivers and mountains!" Meng Fangyue broke off with a snort, as if disturbing the soul of the god of the underworld, and in an instant, the surroundings were dark, as if entering a long night, and there was no light in sight. It seemed that everything had frozen, and it was a black silence. Yang Chen felt that his thoughts had stopped, stagnating on the Three Rites of Xingtian. The country is like a dream, picturesque like a bubble, the mind flashed his youthful hard struggle, as an adult, sitting on the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, the kind mother lived a life of brocade clothes and jade food, in the end a blank loess, once a big dream, the glory of all came to naught. It was loneliness, it was despair

At this moment, there was a coolness in his mind, and he saw a starry sky, the bright moon was hanging high in the starry sky, and countless stars were clustered, it was the green dragon, it was the white tiger, and Yang Chen suddenly saw a little change in the black silence. The Fei Zhen Sword seemed to be back in his hands, and the three forms of Xingtian came out coherently. "Bang bang bang" was three more golden and iron resonances, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and Yang Chen saw the surrounding Qi Qi again, Meng Fangyue, Zhao Huaiding, and the surrounding disciples who retreated quickly. Yang Chen secretly admired that this water-breaking knife method was really ingenious, the first move to cut off the water was to control the speed, the second move to cut off the flow was to control the space, and the third move to break the country was to control the thinking.

At this time, Meng Fangyue was standing not far away, his face was pale and terrifying, the long knife in his hand trembled, the tiger's mouth had been shattered, and blood meandered down the long knife. He looked at Yang Chen in amazement, the third style of the Water Breaking Knife didn't even defeat him. Yang Chen's sword spirit this time was ghostly, and he couldn't see any traces, and the power of each sword was amazing, even if he was two small steps higher than him, it was unbearable.

The Flying Vibrating Sword in Yang Chen's hand moved again, and at this time, there was a trembling sound, and the eight auxiliary swords in the ring sword suddenly slid out like a bird spreading its wings.

"I throw in the towel. Meng Fangyue said this with difficulty, he was already injured because of the use of the third type of divine sense, and he no longer had the ability to perform the Water Cutting Knife Technique, he knew that if he did it again, he would lose even more. Meng Fangyue, Zheng Zewei, and Sheng Fu left the rooftop decadently, not only losing things this time, but also losing confidence.

The onlookers all shouted, Yang Chen was indeed a genius, although no elder chose him as a disciple. They also felt envious, fire spirit crystals, mid-level spirit weapons long swords, and five-hundred-year-old ginseng were all very rare treasures.

Yang Chen fell down in a daze, this time the use of vitality consumed too much, just now it was actually the end of the crossbow, but he didn't expect Meng Fangyue to be intimidated by him first.