Beneath the lush cliffs, a young man stood with his sword in his hand, standing on top of a thick vine, allowing it to sway freely and remain in shape.

The young man was dressed in a green shirt, the black iron sword in his hand was extremely weird, and there was no edge, it seemed, he couldn't realize the weight of this sword at all, only when you held it in your hand, you would find that this seemingly ordinary black iron sword was so heavy, and such a heavy sword, in the hands of the young man, it was like a feather, swaying at will.

When the old man held the black iron sword for the first time, he really gasped in his heart, it was the first time he had seen such a heavy black iron sword, according to his strength, without using internal force, it was a little difficult to lift it, and it could not be used to defend against the enemy.

But what about Yang Ming?

Without using internal force, he still wielded this sword in a chic manner, his expression was extremely relaxed, as if this was an ordinary black iron sword, and the old man who saw this scene couldn't help but admire the strength of Yang Ming's body.

Holding the black iron sword, standing on the giant vine, his steps kept stepping out, retreating and advancing, it seemed very rhythmic, and under the illumination of bursts of light, it seemed a little heavy, especially the black iron sword in his hand, which had almost been danced into a thick black sword cover by him.

This is the word sword trick, so far, he has been practicing this style of sword trick every day, under the shocked eyes of the old man, Yang Ming is making progress every day, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a thousand miles a day, which makes the old man happy at the same time, but also deeply lost.

In the end, he still couldn't let go of Yang Ming's identity, if the latter was a disciple of the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect, it was estimated that the old man would be able to dance hand and foot by now!

It has been three months since he came to the Sky Splitting Sword Sect, during this time, Yang Ming spent most of his time on cultivating swordsmanship, and rarely meditated, except for the time when he settled at night, even so, Yang Ming's strength still made great progress, and the eighth vein that was opened up had already filled up the internal force, if it weren't for those sword veins, now, Yang Ming would have already opened up the ninth vein.

In the past three months, Yang Ming has endured all the hardships in order to cultivate the four-character sword technique, and he has fallen from the giant vine in the sky several times, and he almost did not fall out of internal injuries.

Of course, there will be rewards if you pay, and now, the Dizi Sword Technique can be described as a tiger in Yang Ming's hands, and it is only a short step away from the realm of Dacheng.

In this regard, the old man was so jealous in his heart, in order to practice the four-character sword technique, he almost didn't shed his skin under the master's hands, but what about Yang Ming?

The Dizi Sword Technique is about a stable character, so the old man asked him to practice on the giant vine, so that he could hone his lower plate, until his feet were as stable as Mount Tai.

Above the giant vine, the old man sat at the entrance of the cave, quietly looking at the young man who was constantly wielding the black iron sword, and couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, he had asked himself countless times, why did such an excellent disciple not belong to the Sky Splitting Sword Sect?

Looking at the impenetrable black iron sword, the old man nodded slightly, suddenly laughed, and then waved his robe, and a stone appeared in his hand, and the next moment, three stones flew out like an angry dragon, shooting fiercely at the young man on the giant vine.

Yang Ming didn't feel surprised by this sudden attack, the wrist wielding the black iron sword suddenly shook, and the sword body faced the ghostly stone, in an instant, only heard the three sounds of "bell", and the stone instantly turned into smash, and the huge impact force made Yang Ming stumble back on the giant vine.

His face was a little solemn, staring at the stones that flew again, his wrist shook suddenly, and a huge sword cover appeared around him, and several stones hit the black sword cover, but it was like being smeared with lubricating oil, and it slid out in an instant, piercing countless rattans before turning into a handful of powder.

After a few months of adaptation, Yang Ming's defense was by no means comparable to before, the old man almost used the means of the Passage Realm, even so, he could not break his defense, although he could only shake it back every time, but Yang Ming did indeed block the attack of the Passage Realm, this scene made him very happy.

Although the old man said that what Yang Ming was blocking was nothing more than brute force, if he met a real master of the Tongqi Realm, he would still die, of course, with the defense of this Dizi Sword Technique, it was almost impossible for the Tongqiao Realm to kill him instantly.

The stones kept skimming over the giant vines, and Yang Ming's black iron sword was like a butterfly, constantly swinging, forming an incomparably huge sword cover, enveloping him and preventing himself from being hurt in the slightest.

This scene, until Yang Ming's internal strength was exhausted, the old man stopped the movements in his hand, for Yang Ming's strong internal strength, he was very envious in his heart, just opened up the eight veins, and continued to use the Dizi Sword Technique for half an hour, I have to say, he was a little jealous in his heart.

Generally speaking, people who have opened up the eight veins can continue to use the Dizi Sword Technique for ten minutes, which is already very remarkable, even those geniuses who have cultivated advanced exercises can insist on a stick of incense, that is, the existence of the sky, but Yang Ming was stunned and persisted for half an hour, which is equal to an hour.

Even so, Yang Ming was not very satisfied with his internal strength, feeling that once he cultivated, his internal force would be quickly exhausted, so every time he was extremely stingy to control his internal strength, he didn't want to waste a single thing, but this also promoted his control of internal force to be greatly improved.

"Whew!"

Slowly exhaling a breath, Yang Ming toed a little giant vine, and his figure suddenly leaped up in the air, and with the help of several vines, the whole person flew towards the air.

His feet landed firmly at the mouth of the cave, ignoring the dense sweat on his face, Yang Ming walked over to the old man and asked with some breath, "Senior, how is it?"

"It's very good, it only took three months to do what others can only do in a few years, your understanding is indeed amazing, over time, you will be able to cultivate this Earth Wind Sword Technique to the perfection realm. The old man nodded with a smile, and glanced at Yang Ming carefully, there was no stinginess in his mouth, and there was a touch of imperceptible amazement in his cloudy eyes, in the past three months, Yang Ming's talent and understanding have far exceeded his expectations, this is simply a darling.

Hearing the old man's words, Yang Ming raised his head, glanced at the light that poured down through the leaves, and a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth, and then he sat down a little tired and entered the cultivation state.

Now that the internal force in the vein has long been exhausted, Yang Ming has to take a long time to exhale and recover his internal force, because he will leave a trace of internal force unused every time, so once he runs the Nine Layers of the Mountain Technique to exhale, this internal force is like a snowball, growing wildly...... (To be continued.) )