Zhang Heng looked at the iron sword in front of him in disbelief, the broken iron sword just against his throat. The chill on the iron sword had even pierced his skin.

The iron sword only went in a little to stab him in the throat. And his magic sword, which passed under Yang Zhi's armpit, did not hurt Yang Zhi.

Time, momentarily stopped, and no one dared to believe it, thinking it was an illusion. Many people even rubbed their eyes, and after looking at it, they were still like that, and then they believed that this was the truth.

Qingfeng Daoren's initial expectation turned to disappointment, and now, his face was also shocked. With his cultivation, the two of them in the ring can be wiped out. But even so, Yang Zhi won, he couldn't have won, but he won.

With a click, the iron sword in Yang Zhi's hand finally turned into pieces. And Yang Zhi, his brows were furrowed, the flash of inspiration he had just now always felt very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

But he couldn't remember that his sword moves all came from the sorting out of the collection. In those collections, there is no explicit convergence of mantras. Sometimes a few mantras need to be collected in several books.

Zhang Heng's face was cloudy, but what could he do, everyone could see that he was defeated.

And Zhao Yangtian in the crowd, his fists clenched, looked at Yang Zhi's eyes, gloomy and resentful. And Shen Moxi, his expression was complicated. But so far, she's in shock.

It was not because of Yang Zhi's victory that he was shocked, but because he was shocked that a person who didn't have a dantian could still cultivate.

And what puzzled her the most was why Yang Zhi performed the same sword move more exquisitely than Zhao Yangtian. One question after another, the throbbing that she suppressed made ripples again.

Yang Zhi quickly flipped through his memory, trying to find that move, and he didn't even know when Zhang Heng would leave the ring.

A figure entered the ring, this person, on the bank of the Baihua River last night, he watched the whole fight between Yang Zhi and Baihua Yangming. And he, from the Martial Arts Sect, is also familiar with various collections like Yang Zhi.

Last night, he saw Yang Zhixing unleash his heart sword like a stream, and he could no longer suppress his desire to know Yang Zhi. Verified overnight.

He finally knew that Yang Zhi's heart water sword was actually from those collections that no one was too lazy to look at on weekdays.

"Hello, I am Chen Zhonghai, an inner disciple of the Martial Arts Sect, please give me advice. ”

When the words fell, Yang Zhicai interrupted the search. Although he didn't find it for a while, he was sure that he had seen the move to defeat Zhang Heng.

"My name is Yang Zhi, a disciple of the third division of the fire house of the Lincang Sect. ”

The other party was polite, and Yang Zhi didn't hold it up.

"Qingfeng Daoyou, discuss something with you, this Yang Zhi is not ....... ”

"Haha, Daoist Wuqing, my Lincang Sect treats everyone equally. Even if he is a fireman, he is also a disciple of my Lincang Sect. ”

Qingfeng Daoist immediately interrupted Wu Qingdao people, how could he not know what Wu Qingdao people had in mind. Wuqing Daoist is the head of the Martial Dao Sect, so naturally he saw Yang Zhi's talent and wanted to accept him into the entrance wall.

Qingfeng Daoist refused so resolutely that Wuqing Daoist had to smile disappointedly. The heads of other sects also suppressed Yang Zhi's thoughts. Even if Yang Zhi is a genius, they can't rob the disciples of other sects.

"Do you still have a sword?"

Chen Zhonghai asked seriously, Yang Zhi smiled bitterly, glanced at the crowd and said, "I don't know that fellow Daoist, I am willing to borrow a sword." ”

As soon as Yang Zhi's words fell, a flying sword came towards him.

Yang Zhi caught the flying sword, looking for the owner of the sword, and vaguely saw that in the crowd, a rickety figure wearing tattered robes and resembling a beggar walked outside, and Yang Zhi could only see one of his backs.

Yang Zhi's face sank, and he suddenly felt that the sword in his hand was as heavy as a thousand catties. Who was that person, and why did he lend the sword to Yang Zhi but not keep it?

The figure quickly disappeared, and the others also noticed this scene. The sword is the second life of a sword cultivator, why is he so?

Yang Zhi pulled out the magic sword, and as soon as the magic sword came out of its sheath, the dazzling light, like the moonlight, was cold and abnormal. It was a murderous aura, a murderous aura that had been suppressed to the extreme.

As soon as the magic sword came out of the sheath, Yang Zhi seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, and the chill went straight to his soul.

And Chen Zhonghai, who was behind him, also had a shocked face, and he also felt the great chill. Qingfeng Dao people's faces changed, their bodies flashed, Yang Zhi's hands were empty, and the magic sword fell into the hands of Qingfeng Dao people.

Qingfeng Dao people carefully looked at the iron sword, and his expression was solemn.

"Take care of it. After a long time, Qingfeng Daoist sighed, returned the magic sword to Yang Zhi, and left the ring.

Qingfeng Dao people's actions made everyone's faces change, could it be that this magic sword is a famous sword in the world.

"Congratulations to Brother Yang for getting a good sword. ”

Chen Zhonghai smiled enviously, although he didn't know the origin of this sword, but that chill was definitely not something that ordinary magic weapons could emit.

Yang Zhi stroked the sword body as if he was touching something he loved. He has already fallen in love with this magic sword, and he believes that he and the owner of the sword will meet again one day.

And Yang Zhi also didn't know the origin of this sword, and he couldn't find a word about this sword after rummaging through the three thousand collections.

"Brother Chen, please. ”

Yang Zhi made a compilation, such a etiquette, but also showed the purpose, just a simple exchange, regardless of victory or defeat.

"Please. ”

Chen Zhonghai also made a compilation, a etiquette, and the two have reached a consensus. Sometimes, it's as simple as reaching a consensus.

Compared with the previous competitions where the sense of victory and defeat was too strong, the competition between the two is really in line with the spirit of the Hundred Flowers Club.

Chen Zhonghai's fingers moved, and the magic sword on his back was instantly unsheathed. The crisp sword groan showed that this was not an ordinary magic sword.

The two of them looked shocked at the same time, their feet moved, and they shot at the same time. Chen Zhonghai's sword moves are simple, but very direct. Those simple moves are all related to the most basic life of swordsmanship.

For example, the straight stab that has just been shot, it is extremely simple, but it is so simple, but it has the wonder of turning decay into magic.

And Yang Zhi, what he is pursuing now is the comprehension of the sword. He has empty moves, but his comprehension of the sword is far from enough.

And Chen Zhonghai, an opponent who has a deep understanding of swordsmanship, is just right for him. Therefore, Yang Zhi's sword moves opened and closed all the way.

The sound of the impact of the magic sword was a straight sound. Neither of them hid, nor did they burst out, both of them confirmed their moves to each other.

"Lingwu Sword. ”

Chen Zhonghai snorted lightly, and the simple moves were simplified in the second time. But the more this is the case, the greater the pressure on Yang Zhi.

Lingwu Sword is the Zhenzong of the Martial Dao Sect, and people who do not have a strong talent for the way of the sword are not qualified to cultivate at all.

It can be seen that Chen Zhonghai is definitely a kendo genius. Otherwise, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he would have already eaten most of the spirit martial arts.

And Yang Zhi, his moves can be pieced together by him in an instant, and he has not been systematically trained. In this regard, Yang Zhi is temporarily inferior to Chen Zhonghai.

"Heart Water Sword. ”

In response, Yang Zhi also snorted lightly, and with a stroke of the magic sword, the water droplets condensed by the sword qi surged densely towards Chen Zhonghai.

Chen Zhonghai's body did not retreat but advanced, and the collision of the two unique schools was suddenly wonderful.