"You really deserve my sword!"

The young man slowly pulled out the black iron sword, which did not give people a feeling of being sharp out of the sheath, but had a thick and irresistible momentum.

Even though Yang Ming had never underestimated this iron fan boy, the strength shown by the latter was also greatly beyond his expectations.

Hearing Yang Ming's solemn words, Liu Qianyu's face had a hot feeling, and he immediately snorted coldly, and his body suddenly skyrocketed, like an arrow, and burst out.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of excitement suddenly appeared in his eyes, the black iron sword slowly hung down, the tip of the sword was on the ground, and the sound of "dong", the dull sound was like a muffled thunder, and in Liu Qianyu's heart, it slowly resounded.

This inexplicable impact sound made Liu Qianyu's heart tremble inexplicably, but the arrow was already on the string, and it had to be fired, and the pitch-black iron fan was like a knife blade, cutting an arc in the air and cutting towards Yang Ming's throat.

"Drink!"

When the iron fan was close to Yang Ming's throat by one meter, Yang Ming let out a low shout, and the black iron sword in his hand moved, and the thick and blunt blade turned upward, drawing a strange arc from the ground, and then swung fiercely towards the sky, and the sound of "woo" breaking the wind suddenly sounded.

Liu Qianyu, who rushed over, saw this sword swung at him, his face changed drastically, and he immediately retreated decisively, but at this moment, Yang Ming's sword wind suddenly changed, when the black iron sword swung into the air, level with his body, the heavy sword suddenly stopped, and then stabbed at Liu Qianyu, who was urgently retreating.

This sword made Liu Qianyu unable to retreat for a while.

This black iron sword was like an arrow off the string, carrying an indomitable momentum, and it went straight to Liu Qianyu's chest, which made the latter's pupils shrink violently.

Yang Ming's simple stab forward, it actually made him feel that there was no way to avoid it, if he was hard connected, the power from the black iron sword, it was estimated that he had no good fruit to eat, and for a while, Liu Qianyu fell into a dilemma.

How did Liu Qianyu know that during Yang Ming's training, this simple stab was swung thousands of times, and it had almost become his instinct, and the degree of trickiness was beyond imagination.

This is all the result of Yang Ming's countless sweats.

In the process of this almost devilish training, Yang Ming suffered a lot, but the benefits brought by this training were also immeasurable, with these five styles of swordsmanship alone, Yang Ming was enough to defeat most of the second-grade disciples who were immersed in swordsmanship.

On the judging platform, those tutors with vicious eyes naturally saw the extraordinaryness of Yang Ming's sword, their pupils couldn't help shrinking, and their expressions couldn't help but be a little out of shape.

Such an ordinary sword, in Yang Ming's hands, can exert such power, this young man is simply a kendo genius.

Bai Qianpo and Bai Xiu and his party glanced at each other, and a word flashed in their hearts: potential.

Who would have thought that Yang Ming, who had been pressed very badly, suddenly turned over, forced Liu Qianyu to fall into the wind, and swung such a gorgeous sword.

Yang Ming naturally didn't know anything about these people's shocked thoughts, and when he stabbed out this sword, it was like being under the waterfall in the past, his mind and mind were fused together, all tied to a sword, swinging and stabbing, and the movements were smooth and smooth, all in one go.

But he never thought that this simple sword would bring much shock to the audience, and this sword would almost turn decay into magic.

The ordinary sword actually had a feeling of being pressed by Mount Tai, which made Liu Qianyu feel a sense of despair in his heart.

How so?

Suddenly, Liu Qianyu had a thought in his heart, this was obviously just an ordinary stab, how could he feel like this, staring at the stabbing sword, Liu Qianyu's face turned pale for a while.

With the latter's experience, it is normal to be unable to understand the mystery of Yang Ming's sword, and only when the strength reaches a certain level can we understand the horror of "potential".

In short, the potential is a kind of aura, when a person understands martial arts to a certain extent, the aura will naturally appear, of course, everyone's aura is different, ever-changing, for example, Yang Ming's sword now has the rudiments of the aura, his aura is extremely domineering, giving a feeling of Mount Tai pressing the top and yielding without a fight.

From Yang Ming's sword momentum, you can see his character, steady and sharp, and there is no lack of offense in defense, this is Yang Ming's combat characteristics, and it is also his character.

Since there is no way to retreat, then you can only take this sword hard.

Slowly exhaling a breath, the iron fan in Liu Qianyu's hand "snapped" and retracted, and then, like a dagger, it was trickily pointed on the black iron sword, and his body suddenly leaned back, trying to avoid Yang Ming's fatal sword.

However, imagination is always full, reality is always cruel, when Liu Qianyu's iron fan and black iron sword collided together, a strong concussive force suddenly came from the sword body, and it bounced away.

At the same time, Yang Ming's black iron sword suddenly lifted into the air as if it had eyes, and slashed at Liu Qianyu's head.

This sword was extremely fast, almost completed in the blink of an eye, and at this time, it was too late for Liu Qianyu to make another escape, even if he had a second-rate top-grade body.

If you take Yang Ming's sword, the end can be imagined.

"Damn it!"

Liu Qianyu's handsome little face, with the slash of this sword, couldn't help but turn a little pale, as if he smelled the smell of death.

Yang Ming wanted to kill him.

Suddenly, Liu Qianyu couldn't help but have such a thought in his mind, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he gritted his teeth at the moment, clenched the ends of the iron fan with both hands, and met Yang Ming's sword splitting the sky.

Seeing this scene, all the hearts were raised to their throats, and on the judging platform, those mentors' eyes narrowed slightly, and they were ready to save Liu Qianyu at any time.

As long as anyone with a little IQ can see the weight of this black iron sword, and Liu Qianyu can not catch this terrible sword with only an iron fan.

When!

The sword fell, slammed into the iron fan, and a huge force poured into his arms from the iron fan, making Liu Qianyu snort, his knees weakened, and he almost didn't kneel on the ground.

The black iron sword was pressed on his iron fan like this, and there seemed to be no further plans, it was obvious that Yang Ming was merciful to his subordinates.

At this time, Liu Qianyu suddenly had a feeling that this black iron sword was too heavy.

If you don't experience it personally, you will definitely not be able to see the weight of this black iron sword, taking a deep breath, Liu Qianyu slowly raised his head, looked at the young man opposite, and a touch of shock that could not be concealed flashed in his clear eyes.

This guy is horrible!