The person who made the sword turned over a few times in the air and landed firmly on the ground, the tip of the sword pointed at Ye Yunsheng, and he had already held the sword pile. Although he was knocked away by Ye Yunsheng's internal force in the first fight just now, he had recovered in the air later.

Ye Yunsheng said: "This must be Zhang Lin Zhang's master." ”

The man on the other side collected a little of the internal strength that was densely packed on the sword pile, and performed a sword salute - the sword slashed diagonally to his left side, then shook up and pulled a sword flower, and finally hung the sword down like a handshake.

"No, it's down there. ”

Ye Yunsheng said coldly: "The ancient sword ceremony of the Western Jin Dynasty that you just used is indeed authentic, but it's a pity that the foundation of the swordsmanship is shallow, and it seems that there is less effort?"

Zhang Lin gritted his molars, his masseter muscles bulged, and said slowly: "This Dao Master, probably my understanding of our Blood Jade Sect is mostly hearsay, otherwise, how could he ask such a question?"

"Oh? He didn't seem to be in a hurry to do it......

Xu Ming and Zeng Hui, who were behind him, slowly walked around in front of him and approached Yan Zongfu. The three of them were covered with fallen leaves and yellow mud, very embarrassed, and when they got closer, they seemed to have grown their courage with each other, and then walked behind Zhang Lin together. Although Ye Yunsheng pressed the hilt of the sword with both hands and held a sword with the scabbard on the ground like a cane, such a posture was not threatening at all, but the three of them still put on a posture and did not dare to be careless at all.

Zhang Lin looked at Ye Yunsheng's face, seemed to care about the other party's expression, and said in his mouth: "The Blood Jade Gate is famous for the Rakshasa Tribulation, and because of the Rakshasa Tribulation, all the masters in the door are trapped by it. ”

"Oh? I see...... The rakshasa has been robbed to the cold and cold, and until now you have not had a set of martial arts to exert its power. ”

"That's right, my three elder brothers have become the protectors of the Dharma in the door, and they can be described as high and powerful, and their status in the door is second only to me...... However, Dao Leader, you see, the martial arts displayed by the three of them are not very remarkable, and they cannot exert the full power of the Rakshasa Tribulation. Even though I, the master of the sect, have been practicing Rakshasa Tribulation hard for the past few years, and then studying swordsmanship after I have practiced Xiaocheng, I found that it is difficult to improve in swordsmanship at all. ”

Ye Yunsheng laughed.

After Zhang Lin finished speaking, he also laughed.

The three Dharma Protectors behind him couldn't laugh, on the contrary, Yan Zongfu was even more in a cold sweat.

Ye Yunsheng said with a smile: "The Rakshasa has cultivated to the highest level, turning water into ice, hurting people's meridians invisibly, the master of the Zhang Sect does not need to be arrogant, but from the perspective of my Taoist, after all, it is an evil skill, which is better than the strange, and it is also defeated by the strange...... Don't you understand that this internal skill is not allowed to be compared to other martial arts, whether it is fists, feet, swords, guns, sticks, whips, or darts, you can't do your best. Just like the sword you just had, only sixty percent of the ten successful powers, this soul-seducing and life-stealing face protector, the internal strength on the chain to my hands is only afraid that it will be reduced by two percent. ”

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Zeng Hui, "This flying knife is the most pity, I feel that it is only half of the skill." ”

He moved his fingers and pointed at Xu Ming, "It's still this palm technique that can exert the power of nine successes, but it's a pity that this set of patchwork palm techniques can't form a powerful ...... I don't know what to call him?"

"In the lower thousand-year-old ghost king Xu Ming. I don't know if there is no tense atmosphere between each other's words, as if they are commonplace, which makes Xu Ming relax his vigilance.

"Yes, if Your Excellency's technique is refined, I will not be able to deal with it. A few days ago, I met an enemy on Yongxing Military Road, who was wandering in the rivers and lakes when I was young, and was stabbed by that woman. At that time, she was seriously injured and lay dying on the side of the road, and I saw that she was in the Rakshasa Tribulation, and her palm was on par with Your Excellency, and in the end I only guarded her, and watched her run out of oil, and she stayed up all night before she died. I wonder if this person has been there recently?"

"That's right, it's my hand!"

Yan Zongfu on the side grabbed him, but unfortunately it was too late to rush out of his mouth with just one sentence.

"I didn't expect that the Taoist chief was also a ruthless fellow Taoist!" Yan Zongfu didn't know whether to praise or disappoint, and pulled Xu Ming back step by step.

Ye Yunsheng smiled happily and asked, "I don't know which one of the Jiuchi Meat Forest is doing it with Your Excellency?"

Xu Ming's scalp was numb, where did he dare to speak.

Zhang Lin was in front of Ye Yunsheng, he had already raised the tip of his sword, and his eyes were only staring at the sword under Ye Yunsheng's hand.

He was not in a hurry, he pressed down with both hands, the scabbard entered the ground, and then pulled out the sword, and he carried the sword, walked over the scabbard erected behind him, and walked towards Zhang Lin.

"No matter how clever you are in the Rakshasa training, it is also a tree without roots, but all the martial arts in the world, you must look at both the high and the fundamental, just like a person's ability is powerful, and his feet will always fall to the ground. ”

Zhang Lin calmed down and sneered: "You, a Taoist priest, rely on the authentic heart method of the Shangqing Xuanmen, what qualifications do you have to count down our small sects?"

Ye Yunsheng said: "The strong bully the weak, the big pressure the small, the more wins the less, it is just to follow the trend, what's wrong?"

The sword light skyrocketed, Zhang Lin only resisted two swords, and then he felt that something was wrong, why was the sword circle of this Taoist priest twice as large as that of ordinary people?

The second style of "Useless Swordsmanship": Nothing is impossible, the heart follows me!

It was Ye Yunsheng's sword style after comprehending the useless swordsmanship!

Even the nine difficulties of the Hanging Buddha in the South China Sea can't be resisted, let alone Zhang Lin, after three moves, the long sword in his hand screamed, and was twisted out by Ye Yunsheng, straight into the night, difficult to find.

Competing with Ye Yunsheng for internal strength before, Yan Zongfu, who had already injured the meridians, came out with both palms to save the door master, but Ye Yunsheng drew his sword and slapped him horizontally, and hit him on one of the arms, the whole body lost its center of gravity, the stake had already been lost, and he was beaten sideways, fell out, and fell on the ground four steps away.

Xu Ming, who was dragged away by Yan Zongfu, turned around and fought hard with Ye Yunsheng, but Zeng Hui, who was in front, was faster than him, and he took out a flying knife in his hand, one after another, making a "whoosh" sound in the air.

Ye Yun fought with Zhang Lin before his death, the fight was as fast as lightning, his body was vigorous, and the sword moves were even more difficult to see.

Now in the face of the flying knives that followed, but he was strolling leisurely, and the sword Naluo danced out of a huge silver glittering sword flower, and rolled the flying knives into the flowers, and waited until Zeng Hui had exhausted all the twelve flying knives before he collected the sword.

slapped Zhang Lin who came with a slap and knocked him back.

At the same time, the flying knife fell to the ground, and Ye Yunsheng then stretched out his foot and kicked Zeng Hui in the lower abdomen, kicking him into a rolling gourd.

Xu Ming's palms had already reached his chest, and he didn't dodge, but instead the long sword came out and stabbed into Xu Ming's chest.

As soon as the Rakshasa collided with the qi outside his body, it was like a piece of ice falling into the sea, and after struggling for a moment, it melted silently into the sea.

Ye Yunsheng deliberately collected the internal force on the sword's body, and the angle at which the sword blade cut into his body also avoided the vital point, Xu Ming couldn't die, but he didn't dare to move.

The man clutched the blade of the sword with both hands, and Naraku was so sharp that his fingers were cut and bleeding, but despite this, he still refused to let go.

Xu Ming was trembling, but his hands didn't move.

What terrified him was the breath of death that this sword brings, ruthless and indifferent.