Yang Yi paced in the bronze hall for a while, sitting cross-legged on the ground to recuperate his spirit.

There is one thing he thought wrong, he was forced by the long-haired Taoist to enter the bronze hall to save his life, and the plan to enter the Yitian world at that time was to ask Zhang Sanfeng for advice on the martial arts of overcoming the strong with softness and defeating the strong with the weak, so that when he came out, he could have the ability to escape in the hands of the long-haired Taoist.

Later, after he communicated with Zhang Sanfeng, he really gained a lot, but it was still impossible to say that he could compete with the long-haired Taoist.

But Yang Yi only thought about learning martial arts at that time, but ignored the time.

He stayed in the Yitian world for more than ten years, and in the past ten years, he practiced together with the three schools of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, assisted by the three families of soldiers, doctors, and demons, and had the Tai Chi heart method in the center of the harmony, and the cultivation entered the realm surprisingly fast, and the whole body of kung fu blew like a wild rise, and within a year, he had filled more than 80 of the more than 720 acupoints in his body with internal force, which was much faster than the previous cultivation speed.

His current strength is ten times higher than that of ten years ago, even without the Tai Chi Method, he is also confident that he can fight against the long-haired Taoist, although he does not dare to say that he can win, but he is confident that he can save his life in the hands of the other party and retreat with his whole body.

As early as a few years ago, he had the idea of returning to the main world, but he was on the throne, and his every move was related to the lives of the people in the world.

He was lucky in the main hall, and his true qi puffed up his whole body, so that there was no convex and concave place, no sluggish place, and his true qi was round into a ball outside the body surface, enveloping the whole body, and his head was full of long hair and dancing gently like a snake, and after a while, his mental state had reached the realm of subversion.

Yang Yi pulled out the long sword on his back in his hand. Taking a deep breath, the thought in his heart turned, and he took one step at a time, and he had already walked out of the bronze hall.

A peach grove appeared in front of him, and the sound of the river flowing sounded beneath him, and birds spread their wings and chirped endlessly. The sound of wings flapping, the sound of bees and butterflies flying on the wildflowers on both sides of the river, the sound of fish flicking their tails in the river, and even the tremor of earthworms wriggling in the soil, all of them were all gathered into Yang Yi's senses.

Yang Yi stepped forward, one step at a time, he had already walked out of the river under him, and after taking another step, he had reached a flat boulder by the river.

Yang Yi looked ahead.

There is also a boulder ahead. A long-haired Taoist man stood on top of the boulder, his expression gloomy.

When Yang Yi stepped out of the river, the long-haired Taoist had already sensed it, he slowly raised his head, and when he raised his head completely, Yang Yi happened to be standing on the bluestone opposite him, and the two looked up at each other at the same time, and the time was exactly the same. Among them, the mystery is mysterious and mysterious.

The two eyes met, and there seemed to be electric sparks in midair.

The light mist around the two of them was rolling more and more urgently. Gradually, the surrounding weeds and wildflowers rose and fell rapidly, and Yang Yi's long hair moved without wind, like a Ling Tian Demon God, looking at the world, life and death.

The long-haired Taoist looked surprised, and shook the dust in his hand. Ji Shou saluted and said: "It's just that I haven't seen you for half a day, the third prince seems to have changed a different person, why is there such a big change in a short period of time, can the son tell me?"

Yang Yi smiled: "Why haven't you seen you for half a day?" The Dao Chief's murderous aura has completely disappeared, and the hostility is gone, can the Dao Leader tell the boy?"

The long-haired Taoist smiled bitterly: "This matter is ......" Before he finished speaking, Yang Yi had already made a move!

Although the two were more than two zhang apart, the Yitian long sword in Yang Yi's hand had already reached the chest of the long-haired Daoist in just a flash, and it seemed that he had broken through the limitations of time and space, his hand was raised, and the sword had arrived!

This is a sword that Yang Yi has suppressed for more than ten years!

The so-called ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tried, and today this long-haired Taoist is the one who tries the sword!

This sword is close to the Tao!

A sword slashes out and cuts through the sky!

This sword is the crystallization of Yang Yi's more than ten years of painstaking meditation, the explosion of his suppressed feelings for more than ten years, the wind, the fire, the blood, and the ice!

When this sword was struck, it seemed that the heavens and the earth had changed color!

Heavenless!

No land!

No day!

No moon!

Heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, all the four directions and eight tables disappeared within the senses of the long-haired Daoist, and there was only such a sword in his eyes, a murderous sword!

In the face of such an amazing sword, even if the long-haired Taoist is a martial arts master, his mind has long been unwavering, and at this time, he can't help but shake his heart, and his liver is trembling!

In the face of the power of this sword, he was so moved by it that he couldn't deal with it, couldn't dodge, couldn't parry!

He had never seen such a fierce, cold, violent, indignant, bloody, heroic and domineering sword!

This sword seems to have an emotion!

This trick seems to have come to life!

There is no one in the world who can take this sword!

But there is one exception!

Because this person has gone beyond the category of "person".

Just as the long-haired Daoist was terrified, staring at him and waiting for death, a sigh came, a voice that contained surprise, curiosity, amusement, and appreciation, but more of a relief.

A hand appears out of thin air.

The second finger of this hand was clamped towards the tip of the sword that was about to stab the long-haired Taoist, just so lightly, this peerless sword that seemed to be able to cut the heavens and the earth, was gently clamped by his fingers, and he could no longer move in!

This trick is the golden Jiao scissors!

The person who shot was purple-robed and long-bearded, majestic and majestic, and it was Yang Shenxing.

After Yang Yi's sword was stabbed, his mind had entered a strange realm, thoughtless, thoughtless, and unreasonable, this sword had poured out all his depression and unwillingness for more than ten years, and the twilight haze shrouded in the depths of his mind suddenly dissipated with this sword.

A heart is lively, the troubles are gone, and there is no trace of dust.

He seemed to be overjoyed, but he seemed to be distressed, his eyes were blank, and he gave people the feeling of omniscient.

He entered a state of profound enlightenment.

After his sword was intercepted by Yang Shenxing, he failed to twitch it a few times, and his godless eyes looked at Yang Shenxing, and suddenly abandoned the sword and walked forward, and pointed like a sword, stabbing Yang Shenxing's eyebrows.

Yang Shenxing saw that his expression changed and his eyes were blank, but this did not refer to the momentum of a sword stab, which was really subtle and indescribable, and he opened his mouth and praised: "Good boy!"

After Yang Shenxing ambushed the long-haired Taoist, he stood by the river with the Taoist and waited for Yang Yi to appear, and when Yang Yi stepped out of the bronze hall, Yang Shenxing had already had a sense, and specially asked the long-haired Taoist to come forward to try Yang Yi's depth.

It's just that what Yang Shenxing didn't expect was that Yang Yi's first sword out of the water was so good that the long-haired Daoist, a martial arts master, could hardly parry, and closed his eyes and waited for death.

Of course, this is because the long-haired Taoist does not pay much attention to Yang Yi and does not have murderous intentions, but more importantly, this sword seems to be a catharsis of long-accumulated emotions, this is a sword of the Dao!

Yang Shenxing knew that with Yang Yi's current cultivation, it was already extremely remarkable to be able to stab such an amazing sword, but he could only stab such a sword.

Now that the accumulated spirit is exhausted, it is difficult to reproduce this sword.

If Yang Yi can stab the same sword again after ten years, there will be one more martial arts master in this world.

To Yang Shenxing's surprise, this sword was slashed, and Yang Yi actually entered a kind of epiphany martial arts realm, although his mind was immersed in the world, but the martial arts instinct remained in himself.

Aware that Yang Shenxing was blocking his way, he immediately attacked Yang Shenxing. (To be continued.) )

PS: Damn, I sent it to another book, and the update was late, sorry