Jian Xiu remained silent, since he dared to come to the Chaoge Xue Palace Kick Hall, he had already investigated the top martial arts cultivators within the Martial Sect clearly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn recent years, the court song school palace has become less and less deterred by force when the second senior brother died, the third senior brother fled, and the fourth senior brother was afraid of martial arts.

Yang Zhen didn't want to come over to kick the restaurant, not because he was afraid, but because he felt that there was no must. With the weak strength of the Chaoge Academy, he was not worthy of 'cutting the heart' out of the sheath at all, but when he passed by the royal city, he heard his subordinates unintentionally mention that the newly acquired mantle disciple of the Wu Sect was in the vein of refining the body, and he had practiced the iron cloth shirt.

Since ancient times, sword cultivation has been very restrained in martial arts, and the advantage of the weapons held by them has been fought against martial arts and sword cultivation at the same level, and martial arts cultivation rarely has a winning rate. But Mr. All Things restrain each other, and the same is true for martial arts cultivation, but the body refining cultivator is the nemesis of sword cultivation. Especially the fierce man who has cultivated an iron cloth shirt and a golden bell jar, it is even more difficult to gnaw, and many of his brothers and sisters have been planted in physical cultivation.

The heart of sword cultivation meets God and kills God, and when it meets Buddha and punishes Buddha, it should overcome thorns and thorns and be invincible. Since his 'Flowing Water Sword Technique' Xiaocheng, although there are countless size comparisons, he has never competed with the body cultivation of Xiaocheng.

He could feel a rush of blood beating in his heart, it was the desire to challenge the strong, he hadn't felt this way in many years, so he came.

Seeing that the other party was fearless in provoking him to recruit him, he was furious. He didn't know how much blood he had drunk from a strong enemy, didn't he know the power of sword cultivation?

Cultivators who practice any exercise in the entire thirteen mansions of the world, whether it is martial cultivation or physical cultivation, but in terms of the ability to destroy output, it can be called the first in sword cultivation. There has always been a saying among the monks, it is better to provoke the king of Hades and not to meet the sword cultivator.

This is also why for thousands of years, their Flying Dragon Mansion has been commanding the entire Seven Southern Mansions, Megatron World, and the sword cultivation of the Xiqi Academy Palace is a monk's nightmare. In the era when physical cultivation is declining more and more, sword cultivation can be called the first in the world.

Different from the limitations of martial arts cultivation, qualifications, and resources, the path of sword cultivation is more bumpy, and the first three are necessary for sword cultivation, but they are the smallest. Sword cultivation and sword cultivation, if there is no famous sword, how can it be called sword cultivation.

For sword cultivators who practice martial arts, ordinary weapons cannot be durable. Therefore, the king of swords who needs to go through thousands of blows, his 'heart-slashing' sword is made of stainless steel.

What is stainless steel, one pound of crude iron ore can be smelted by fire in one hundred catties of iron ore, one pound of steel can be smelted by fire in one hundred catties of crude iron, and one catty of refined steel can be smelted by fire in one hundred catties of steel.

In order to create this "heart-chopping" sword, their Yang family spent countless days and months of accumulated wealth, and spent a lot of money to hire the famous craftsman Mo Xie to spend 7749 days to build this heart-chopping heart.

The reward obtained at such a great price is of course rich, except for the practice and realm, its blowing hair and indestructibility make him invincible in the martial arts battle, except for his senior brother, of course.

"Divide the water", he wielded the heart-slashing sword, and countless sword shadows were dazzling, like hitting water in a river, floating around.

Yang Qing frowned secretly, the strength of the other party's sword skills was unheard of, his entire visual sensing world was surrounded by its sword shadow, and he was now like he was under a waterfall that was flying down three thousand feet, and his skin touch could even feel the water dripping on his body.

"'Potential' level master", Yang Qing was a little surprised, but also a little relieved, since the other party dared to bite people everywhere like a mad dog so unscrupulously, he must have something to rely on, and he didn't want the other party to comprehend the 'potential'.

"It's really talented", Yang Qing had to sigh, the other party's age was obviously a lot worse than that of Mao Laoyou, Captain Pei, and the black face of Funiu Mountain.

The droplets of water dripping on his body suddenly slowly condensed into ice cubes, and Yang Qing felt a faint chill, 'Is this the festival of snow in June?'.

He stretched out his right palm to open and close, as if there was a pull to stop his movements, and the opponent's sword momentum actually had the ability to slow down his movements, which was too damn domineering. It wasn't hard for him to imagine how an enemy who was as slow as a turtle could use a sword as fast as lightning against the enemy.

However, he didn't have time to think about it, because the opponent's heart-slashing sword had already stabbed him, and a huge sound of steel colliding broke out in the entire arena, sharp and noisy, very unpleasant.

Yang Qing lowered his head and opened the wound in the heart area, and a bright red bead of blood overflowed from the wound, but it didn't take long for the wound to slowly scab over, and the scab peeled off with a "crackling" when the wind blew.

"How is it possible", Yang Zhen couldn't believe it, how could the other party's body surface defense be so domineering, it was unheard of, even the marble 'heart slashing' could be cut as crisp as dirt, and he only shed a few drops of blood, and then it was undamaged after it was finished.

Yang Qing applauded, and couldn't help but appreciate it in his eyes, "I am the first monk who can break my defenses, and you deserve to be commended." “

But this reward sentence is a great insult to the ears of the other party. He was furious and said fiercely, "hit the water".

As soon as his words fell, the sword shadows floating in the sky suddenly all jumped to Yang Qing, "Ten Thousand Sword-Punishment-Heart", as soon as his words fell, all the flowing sword momentum attacked him and hit his body.

"Sonorous and sonorous", the sound of machine gun fire sounded on the entire competition platform, and the heart collided violently with his iron cloth shirt, and even stirred up bursts of electric sparks.

The whole violent sound lasted for a short time, just five breaths, it is estimated that this move 'Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect' consumes a lot of sword cultivation, and after countless sword shadows, the other party is still standing about four yards away from Yang Qing. In the fierce battle, he didn't even move his feet, which shows that the sword cultivation is terrible, it is really a sword in hand, and the world is me.

But today's protagonist is no longer the heart of cutting gold and jade, but Yang Qing's iron cloth shirt. However, his whole body looked like a bloody man, and his body was covered with countless wounds, small the size of a needle, and the large one was the size of a baby's mouth.

There were many wounds, and it looked very scary, but this horrible wound only lasted for a few seconds. Countless "scabs" were gently swayed by the breeze and fluttered all over the arena.

"Is it still human?" the horse-faced senior brother muttered, and the shadow of the little junior brother was as heavy as a mountain pressing on his heart. He suddenly felt that the world in the future would be the world of physical cultivation, the world of his junior brother.

The last time I saw his junior brother's iron cloth shirt, it didn't bring him such a big shock, but today it is domineering.

"In the future, we can go sideways to the Song Academy", Scar agreed with feeling, Senior Brother Yang, don't look at the harmlessness of people and animals who usually smile, but once he enters the battle, he is simply a peerless god of war, he was born to fight.

"Are you a crab?" said the horse-faced brother scolding Scar with a smile, amused him by his words.

fell into a very embarrassing situation on the competition platform, although Yang Qing ignored the beheading, but there was nothing he could do. Although he can't pose a threat to himself, he limits his movements, and if the momentum of nothingness is like a wave of ice, his body is already very bulky, and he is even more excited by this freezing feeling.

And the opponent's sword skills are endless, considering that the enemy's body surface is as solid as steel, he actually used the Yin Sword, and the concussive power radiated to the internal organs through the muscles, this kind of Yin injury is nothing compared to the man's mother-in-law's palm, Yang Qing is not painful.

Seeing that Yang Qing's internal organs were also amazingly defensive, he began to stab Yang Qing's ears, eyes and other key parts again, compared to his attack, Yang Qing's defense was faster, he closed his eyes directly, and the collision between his heart and eyelids was a 'crackling' roar.

Seeing that this trick was ineffective, Chopping Heart began to take care of Yang Qing's head again, focusing on Tianling Gai, the opponent's combat experience was really rich and spicy.

Although his "immovable movement" counterattack can occasionally hit the heart, but if he doesn't hit himself, even if the immortal comes, it's useless, Yang Qing is completely deflated.

His shortcomings are revealed in this battle, that is, he has few moves, and he can't achieve the ever-changing situation when facing the enemy, and what kind of moves should be used when encountering what kind of enemy.

His current attack is to defend passively, and then rely on 'Immovable Motion' to counter the enemy with a cannon or hammer. In the past, he thought that this trick was a panacea, but now he simply can't bear to look at it directly.

Although Yang Qing was very depressed and entangled, Yang Zhen was also uncomfortable. Obviously, the other party's body was as slow as a turtle crawling, but God knows how he caught the trajectory of the heart-cutting in the chaos of the sword shadow.

Every time he attacked the heart, he didn't touch himself, but the power of the shock almost made him numb, and he almost lost the heart directly with a numb right hand, and he really lost the weapon, and it is estimated that he will never have the face to be a sword cultivator in his life in the future.

He was very sad, his defense was as solid as an iron bucket, not a drop of water, and no sword skills would work against him. "Is it true that all physical cultivation is such a pervert", he asked himself.

But fortunately, his speed has become a clear contrast to his defense, so weak that he can't even touch the corners of his clothes, as long as he persists, he will stop playing with him when his iron shirt stops.

"It depends on how long you hold on or how long I hold on", he already has a strategy for the enemy in his heart, and his rich combat experience is reflected in this.

The sword momentum suddenly became much weaker, and even the frequency of the heart-slashing attack also decreased. "Could it be that the other party's physical strength is exhausted", Yang Qing glanced at it, and immediately denied it, looking at the other party's leisurely appearance, it was obvious that he was still able to fight for three hundred rounds.

"I'm damn", after a while, Yang Qing understood the other party's plan. This kid is too good to know that he can't break through his iron cloth shirt defense, so he wants to make himself self-defeating.

Everyone's strength is limited, and they can only recover slowly after exhaustion. Ming Jin is the same, it is impossible to use it indefinitely, now with his physique, Ming Jin can only support half an hour at most, after half an hour, Ming Jin disappears, and his iron cloth shirt will naturally dissipate, and then he will be the fish on the board - to be slaughtered.

Yang Qing smiled secretly, you have your Zhang Liangji, I have my bridge ladder, see how my grandson cleans up your monster.