Yuhua Zhenren is worthy of being the first person in the world, and Mingyang's direct stabbing can be easily dealt with.

Taixu Zhenren looked at Mingyang with a smile on his face. He was very satisfied with this apprentice, although he was a little dissolute in his private life, but he had nothing to say in his cultivation, and his talent was higher than anyone else's.

The sword can't be recovered, and Mingyang is not in a hurry. Closing his eyes, his mind sank, his arm shook, and he moved forward like a wave, and then, his wrist twisted, and his sword twisted like a twist.

The curve catches up with the previous ripple, and the two become one. The Yuhua True Qi between Yuhua Zhenren's hands was loosened by the ripples, and the curve on the sword body twisted again, and it immediately loosened, and the sword got out of trouble.

Mingyang did not retreat but advanced, with a light tap on his toes, the whole person was sent forward. The sword advanced and pierced Yuhua Zhenren's chest.

"Ah......" The dog was frightened, Mingyang's sword was too close to Su Su!

Yuhua Zhenren's body did not move, his left palm probed the front half of the point, and the right palm retracted half a point, so that the front and back staggered trend was formed.

When the sword that passed through both palms was about to stab, Yuhua Zhenren's palms suddenly slapped to the middle.

The left palm that reaches forward hits the middle front of the sword, and the retracted right palm hits the tip of the sword. The two harmonized, forming a stirring force, and the momentum of the sword's advance stopped.

Not only that, but the killing power of the palms caused the sword to bend again. Without waiting for Mingyang to distort the ripple method, Yuhua Zhenren transformed the method of force at an extremely fast speed. The force of the blow is converted into suction, and the palms are separated from the left and right, and the two suction forces straighten the sword at once.

The sword body turned back to the power of the shock, and Mingyang, whose feet were off the ground, was caught off guard by his own sword, and the whole person first floated out to the right, and then, the sword flicked to the left, and he also floated to the left.

After repeating this many times, Mingyang finally couldn't hold it and let go of his hand. The man was casually ejected by the sword.

Yuhua Zhenren picked up the sword, and flicked the sword body with his fingers: "Good sword, rare method." ”

After speaking, he threw it towards Mingyang.

On the other hand, Mingyang knelt on one knee, and the right hand that originally held the sword couldn't help but tremble. It wasn't until the sword was stuck in front of him that he came to his senses.

Taixu Zhenren laughed and said, "Hahaha...... Okay, good, it's already very good to be able to go through a few tricks in the hands of Yuhua real people. ”

Everyone knows that Taixu Zhenren's words are just polite words, and after a short fight, Yuhua Zhenren did not use real strength.

"Can you still hold a sword?" asked Mingyang.

"Yes!" he took the sword in his left hand and hid his right hand behind him.

The tip of the sword pointed at Yuhua Zhenren again: "Uncle Shi, please ......"

Yuhua Zhenren nodded, his figure flashed, and he immediately appeared beside Mingyang, holding the sword body with two fingers and about to take it to the side.

Mingyang's mind sank again, he bowed down and twisted his waist, and the four fingers of his left hand clicked the hilt of the sword as if playing a piano, and paddled it away casually as if he was swimming in the water.

Yuhua Zhenren's two fingers clamped hard, wanting to break the sword, but there were four ripples of power in the sword body to Sichuan University. The power of the two fingers is counteracted by these waves. The sword then borrowed Mingyang's twisting waist and stroked the water, and broke away from Yuhua Zhenren's two fingers.

"Up......roar," applause erupted. The guests all had to admire Mingyang's swordsmanship. In this fight, Mingyang won by half a point, and Yuhua Zhenren failed to remove the sword in his hand.

Xiang Xing, who was squinting, had a further understanding of Mingyang's strength. Compared to a year ago, his cultivation has improved a lot. Judging from the few swordsmanship moves, at least they are all at the top of the Qi Tian Realm. Even a half-legged step into detachment is possible.

Xiang Xing thought that he was already a genius enough, and he had cultivated fast enough. Compared with Mingyang, he is really a scumbag. If there was no Murong Qi, no Fu Qingyun and no Yuyin, it would be good for him to be able to reach the Jindan Realm now.

On the other hand, Mingyang, a good teacher, a good cultivation environment, felt the meaning of detachment in his twenties?

Mingyang put his sword forward again, his breathing became slow, and the sword in his hand found the charm between exhalation and inhalation, beating rhythmically up and down.

Yuhua Zhenren's face was solemn, and he stretched out his hand to the back and took the round of bright moon: "This is not a lifeless sword technique. Where did you learn?"

Others don't know, but Yuhua Zhenren, who is facing Mingyang, can see it clearly, and the sword is like a poisonous snake ready to kill with one blow at any time. Don't look at its ups and downs, but as an opponent, I suddenly feel that there is only this sword in the world.

Mingyang said: "It's not learned, it's self-created." Fighting against Uncle Shi, there is no chance of winning with the lifeless swordsmanship!"

He deserves to be a genius, I think of it. Yuhua Zhenren's understanding of lifelessness and soul separation is only under Taixu and Jian Li.

"Self-created?" Yuhua Zhenren looked at Taixu and Jian Li, "Your Taixu Sect is really blessed, and you can create your own cultivation method at every turn." Okay, let Uncle Shi verify whether there are any deficiencies in the technique you created. ”

Make a fist, progress, and hit your head down.

Mingyang felt the power in his fist, and did not dare to meet it with his sword, so he retreated again and again.

Yuhua Zhenren's fists are like big windmills, and they are fast and powerful. With each step, a deep footprint is left on the ground.

Mingyang has been retreating. Yuhua really has the best at curing diseases and saving people, and her boxing skills are not as famous as her medical skills, but the cultivation realm is there, and she really moves, and a set of "Wang Ba" boxing without rules and changes is infinitely powerful.

When the back waist pushed up to the table of Taixu Zhenren, Mingyang knew that he couldn't retreat anymore.

The hand holding the sword sinks, the tip of the sword is facing upward, and the index finger on the hilt of the sword is clicked again, and the tip of the sword is blocked by "Ding ......", forming a bottom-up sword net. is like a trap laid down, just waiting for Yuhua Zhenren's fist to fall.

At the same time, his feet were not idle. The right foot is against the table leg, and the left foot is twisted, and a hidden energy is hidden on the body.

The fist came down, and many of the guests unconsciously closed their eyes, instinctively thinking that the fist would be shattered by the sword net trap.

The dog's right hand was covered with the space ring, and the palm of his hand had been held up by the Overlord Gun. As long as Yuhua Zhenren was slightly injured, even if it was a little skin, the overlord gun would immediately fly out.

Suddenly, just as the two were about to make contact, a fist morphed into countless fists, each punch hitting the tip of the sword with incredible precision. At the same time, Yuhua Zhenren controlled the strength very well, neither light nor heavy.

The confrontation between the fist and the sword, with the strength of Yuhua Zhenren, as long as the strength is properly controlled, no matter how sharp the sword is, it will not be able to break through a little bit of flesh.

"...... Uproar"

In the face of the Boundless Fist, the guests let out another commotion. At the same time, countless punches were thrown out in a row, and the power of each punch was not too big or small, such control, how many people in the world could do it so perfectly.

The exclamations of the guests reached Mingyang's ears, and he smiled coldly, and the strength that had been hidden for a long time suddenly broke out. Kick the foot, the table leg legs, twist the other foot back, and grind the stone bricks on the ground into powder.

The upright sword fell diagonally.

"Wow......" was another exclamation.

This time, some guests saw it clearly, while some were blocked by Yuhua real people and failed to see the two of them change their tricks.

The sword fell diagonally, and skillfully dodged Yuhua Zhenren's other fist. At the same time, the tip of the sword cuts into the middle of the road, which is the flaw of the "Wang Ba" boxing.

It seems simple to turn it upside down, but it contains a natural withering between. Everything in the world is born and dies, everything has a time when it withers, and when the last moment comes, no one can stop it.

The meaning of Mingyang's sword is to borrow the charm of the way of withering. Of course, he hasn't understood it yet, but the borrowed "potential" is already decent, and there is a faint feeling of a torrent of great potential.

Yuhua Zhenren also secretly praised: Mingyang is worthy of being the first person in the younger generation, and with this incline alone, he can already compare many masters of the older generation. In time, it is very likely that another set of "lifeless" will be created.

The intention of withering swept in, and another picture suddenly appeared in Yuhua's real eyes.

Deep in the middle of a maple forest. The fiery red maple leaves fluttered all over the land, and the dog holding the overlord gun was wielding the overlord gun in the maple leaves in the sky.

The speed was not fast, but each shot was heavy and powerful, and the strong wind that swung it made the maple leaves float again.

The dog turned his head and suddenly looked at her stupidly, the overlord gun trembled, and the maple leaves on the ground were triggered, forming a beautiful flower in the air, and Cheng was in front of her.

"Hoo ......"

Yuhua Zhenren exhaled a long breath, and the fist that fell into the air changed rapidly, and the five fingers twisted like a nameless flower, and then slowly rose upward, and every time it rose, the flower would bloom a little, and it really reached the point where the whole flower bloomed, and met the sword that fell down head-on.

"The flowers are blooming!"

Fragrance fills the sky. The color is bright, and the fragrance is fragrant enough. The flowers blooming in the palm of the hand are so beautiful, thrilling and beautiful, that the slanted sword seems to be reluctant to fall on the blooming flower. Stop above the flowers, only half a minute.

The moment the hand flower bloomed, the dog's eyes were full of tears. He knew that he had received the meaning of Su Su's move.

Because of him, Yang Yuesu, the most beautiful flower, finally bloomed. Naturally, the most beautiful scenery blooms like a spring breeze.

The audience was silent, and the moment of bloom was like eternity.

Taixu Zhenren said softly: "Yuhua, you have made progress again! Be careful! Shenzhou can't do without you at the moment. ”