The one that made the disciples' eyes straighter was still behind.

At the moment when Yang Ran dodged this sword, his palm stretched forward, like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, and hit Zheng Xiang's wrist where he held the sword.

Zheng Xiang's wrist was numb, and it opened like an electric shock, and the sword in his hand instantly fell into Yang Ran's hand.

Yang Ran grabbed the hilt of the sword back, his body rotated with the force of his sideways, and the long sword slashed through the air.

Zheng Xiang was just about to snatch the sword, when suddenly his throat was cold, and the cold long sword was already on his neck.

A heart-penetrating coolness spread from his throat to his heart, making Zheng Xiang's whole body shiver.

Dodge, shoot, grab the sword, counterattack!

A series of actions, all in one go, in just an instant, Yang Ran grabbed the white blade empty-handed, and Zheng Xiang had already been restrained.

The sword is already on the neck, and if the target has any resistance, it only needs a slight slash to cut the opponent's blood splash three steps.

Zheng Xiang was suddenly shocked, lost his previous self-confidence and coldness, and said a little depressed: "I admit defeat, Senior Brother Yang, I admit defeat." ”

Yang Ran put away the sword and stabbed it forward, Zheng Xiang was taken aback, but he heard a bang, and the long sword had been inserted into his scabbard.

Yang Ran turned around and walked towards the duel table, never touching the knife behind him from beginning to end.

"A real swordsman, the heart should be like a knife, sharp, but hidden in the sheath, not out of the sheath, just out of the sheath, the edge is exposed, the real swordsman, the knife in his hand, not easy to come out, a knife, the edge of the knife in all directions, the knife qi slashes the void on all sides, Xiao Ran, you have to understand the true meaning of the knife!"

In Yang Ran's mind, he remembered what Yang Ao had taught him, and he didn't understand it before, but as his comprehension of the knife became more and more profound, he gradually understood the meaning of Yang Ao's words.

Yang Ao is worthy of the first day of the Han Dynasty.

The real swordsman, the knife is not in the hand, the knife is in the heart, the heart is the knife, although the edge is sharp, but it is hidden in the sheath, not easy to make the knife, but a knife is sharp, the knife is vertical and horizontal, sweeping the eight directions, cutting the void on all sides, unstoppable.

"This son is a genius of the knife road, young, for the comprehension of the knife, but the highest and deepest, among the outer disciples, the knife is powerful, weird, dexterous, domineering are a lot, but the edge is too exposed, do not know how to converge, really understand the meaning of the knife, this son should be the first person in the outer door. ”

The outer gate elders in the stands looked at each other, watched Yang Ran walk off the dueling platform, and said secretly in his heart.

The elders of the outer gate saw the way that Yang Ran had just grabbed the sword and counterattacked, but the outer disciples were confused, their eyes were straight, and they didn't understand what kind of martial arts Yang Ran used in the battle just now?

He didn't have a knife in his hand, but he snatched the sword in his hand, turned around and stabbed, and restrained Zheng Xiang.

It seemed that it would be easy for Yang Ran to do all this, like pushing a boat down the river, but the disciples knew in their hearts that if they encountered that kind of situation, they would never be able to do Yang Ran's reaction.

Although most of the disciples were surprised by Yang Ran's strength, Senior Brother Tian and Zhao Zaohua ...... The giants among these genius disciples sneered at them and didn't care.

That Zheng Xiang is only a disciple of the sevenfold quenching bone cultivation of the post-spiritual realm, although there are some geniuses, but the same disciple of the ninefold psychic cultivation can also defeat the sword empty-handed, although Yang Ran's method is wonderful, but the strength of the performance does not exceed that of the disciple of the ninefold psychic cultivation, naturally it will not cause Senior Brother Tian and Zhao Zaohua...... and other giant-level disciples attach great importance to it.

Yang Ran still fights and carries out the next battle.

In the second game, no knife, win!

In the third game, no knife, win!

In the fourth game, no knife, win!

......

Sixty-sixth game, no knife, win!

At this time, no matter who is dignified, this son should not be underestimated!

After the sixty-six victories on the first day, it was already late, and the elder naturally ordered everyone to rest for a while and fight again tomorrow!

On the first day of victory, Yang Ran didn't have the slightest joy, and he was also tired at this time, you must know that this was sixty-six battles in a row! A cow can be fucking exhausted!

I had to hurry back to rest, and after passing a mountain peak, Yang Ran's eyes froze and looked ahead.

A person stood in the middle of the road with his back to Yang Ran, his body straight, like an unsheathed sword, revealing his edge.

Just the back, Yang Ran also recognized from that sharp breath, this person was Zhao Zaohua.

Yang Ran didn't stop, he continued to walk forward, and when he was a few feet away from Zhao Zaohua, Zhao Zaohua turned around, his eyes were like knives, and he swept towards Yang Ran.

"You're here, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Zhao Zaohua's voice was low and full of evil spirits.

Yang Ran's face did not change, and he said lightly: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Zaohua's eyes showed disdain, and said: "You are out of the limelight today!, you defeated Zheng Xiang in one move." ”

"What do you want?" Yang Ran looked at Zhao Zaohua, his mind was vigilant, and he grasped the Xuantie heavy knife behind his back.

Zhao Zaohua's eyes were gloomy, and he said with a hideous expression: "Your little carving insect skills, don't show it in front of me, you kill my brother, I won't move you today, I will torture you in front of everyone in the entire outer gate, so that you can't survive, you can't die, let you wag your tail in front of me and beg for mercy, I want you to die 10,000 times more painful than my brother!hahaha...... You wait!"

Yang Ranyun was light and said indifferently: "Oh! ”

Zhao Zaohua's face turned cold, and he snorted coldly, and said: "Are you very arrogant? But you won't be arrogant for long, and I heard that you have offended Zhou Ming, an inner disciple, if you let Zhou Ming's people meet you, it won't make you feel better, you have to fight for it! Don't be beaten to death before you can wait for me." ”

After speaking, Zhao Zaohua glanced at Yang Ran contemptuously, turned around and left, tossed and turned a few steps, stopped again, and pretended to be inadvertent: "Come on, your Yang family will soon be forced out of the four major families of the Han Dynasty, when the time comes, hahaha......"

After saying this time, Zhao Zaohua did not look back and went away.

Yang Ran looked at Zhao Zaohua's back, the topic involved Yang Ran, which made his heart soar with anger, and in the depths of his deep eyes, a bloodthirsty color faintly flashed, and murderous intent emerged in his heart.

Suddenly, Yang Ran had a feeling of desire to kill, and the monstrous killing intent was very uncomfortable, and he had to vent it.

Without returning to his residence, Yang Ran came directly to the mountain peak where he often cultivated, and couldn't wait to pull out the Xuantie Heavy Knife, a set of "Red Dust Blood Refining", and naturally used it.

Yang Ran naturally couldn't see the two shoulder spirit soul lamps, and the qi soul lamps bloomed colorless flowers, but they were bright and dazzling, and he only knew that he wanted to practice knives at this moment, and he kept practicing knives.

The Xuantie heavy knife in his hand, from bottom to top, slashed out obliquely, this is the starting style of the Red Dust Blood Refining Knife Method, vertical slashing!

At this moment, in Yang Ran's heart, he has a very clear understanding of the knife technique, and any wind in the air is clearly touched by Yang Ran, and the knife moves with the wind.

Cut in half!

A knife slashed to the end, a step under his feet moved, and the knife in his hand, like the strength of the wind, was not flattened, and then rose again, and slashed forward diagonally again.

Diagonal split!

Yang Ran swept with a heavy sword of Xuantie, like a strong wind sweeping across the earth, where the knife was windy, the grass on the ground was bent down with the wind.

Seal your throat with a knife!

Yang Ran's heart was ethereal, at this moment, he not only practiced the knife with his eyes and hands, but practiced the knife with his whole body, practiced the knife with his feelings, where the wind went, where the knife went, only to see the shadow of the knife with the wind, layer upon layer, with a flick of his fingers, stabbing out several knives.

Two knives and three sections!

Suddenly, Yang Ran captured the trajectory of the wind, integrated the wind into the knife, and the shadow of the knife moved, no longer following the wind, but the shadow of the knife passed everywhere, and the wind followed each other, extremely powerful.

Voiceless!