As for Elder Xue's question, except for Yang Ming, there was obviously no one to answer, and only after the battle was over, he could ask Yang Ming in person to get the answer he wanted.

Looking at the rain of swords pouring down one by one, the corners of Elder Xue's mouth couldn't help but show a wry smile, the genius of the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect had spent decades comprehending the Earth Wind Sword Technique, and now, he had discovered that a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy had actually done what he wanted to do but couldn't.

This kind of disappointment can't be expressed in words at all, Elder Xue feels that he has lived in vain all these years, if this news reaches the ears of those bigwigs of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect, I don't know how these people will feel?

"Wicked!"

After a long time, Elder Xue let out a long sigh, his cloudy eyes were full of helplessness, seeing this scene today, the impact on him was too great, and it took a while to ease the shock in his heart.

If it was someone else, Elder Xue would definitely suspect that the sword technique in Yang Ming's hand was not coming from the right way, but now, but he didn't have this mind, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy could actually comprehend the "Earth Wind Sword Technique", without exploring the origin of the sword technique, the other party's comprehension was definitely the most terrifying he had ever seen, if he knew that from beginning to end, Yang Ming cultivated this set of sword techniques in less than half a month, and it was estimated that Elder Xue would die on this city wall.

In the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect, there are very few people who can comprehend the Earth Wind Sword Technique, these people are all the old-timers of the sect, they have spent a lifetime studying this sword technique, and they can reach the realm of Xiaocheng, but what about Yang Ming? It only took half a month to get started.

What the hell is this a person?

If those old-timers of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect heard the news, no matter how good their temper was, they would probably have to jump to scold their mother.

Yang Ming didn't know about Elder Xue's shocking thoughts, and even if he knew, he was in no mood to deal with it, now, the battle had entered a white-hot stage, and the slightest carelessness would kill him on the spot.

At this time, Xiao Xuedao's face was solemn, he clenched the handle of the knife, and felt the chill coming from behind him, he didn't think about it, it was completely with the man's sixth sense, his right foot stomped heavily on the ground, and his body burst out in front of him.

Fortunately, Xiao Xuedao reacted quickly, otherwise, he would have become a revenant under Yang Ming's sword.

The sword light fell, the cold light flickered, and at the moment when Xiao Xuedao's sword disappeared in place, the sword shadow slashed fiercely on the ground, and several deep ravines slowly appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Although Yang Ming was only just getting started, the power of the "Wind Word Sword Technique" could not be underestimated, if it weren't for Xiao Xuedao's quick response, he would have died under this sword a long time ago.

"Hey, that's pretty fast. ”

Seeing this scene, Yang Ming suddenly smiled, not at all annoyed by the failure of the sneak attack, and immediately, everyone only saw Yang Ming's figure fluttering, like a gust of wind, and disappeared in everyone's eyes again.

In the next moment, Yang Ming unexpectedly appeared on the left side of Xiao Xuedao's sword, and the extremely fast sword shadow slashed down again, and the heavy sword shadows were chilling, if you took a closer look, you would definitely find that this sword seemed to be a little more familiar than just now.

Seeing this, Xiao Xue's scalp suddenly exploded, this time he didn't have such good luck, just now, he deeply realized the fear of this sword, at this time, Yang Ming in his eyes, like an invisible breeze, floating between heaven and earth, there is no way to figure out, between the shot, there is no way to detect.

If Xiao Xuedao broke through the realm of enlightenment, he might be able to detect the traces of this sword with his sensitive facial features, obviously the Blood Sea Divine Skill only improved his strength, but did not enhance his senses.

"I was confident just now, but now?"

Seeing Xiao Xuedao's embarrassed figure, Yang Ming suddenly laughed out loud, and the sword shadow rolled, like thunder, sticking to Xiao Xuedao's body and slashing down.

This time, Xiao Xuedao didn't dodge, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't, or couldn't dodge, so he could only take this sword hard, and it was still that kind of helplessness.

At this moment, Xiao Xuedao felt that his forehead was already filled with dense cold sweat, and this feeling had not appeared for many years.

Bell ......

The swords collided, splashing bursts of firelight, and the sound of gold and iron handover exploded in everyone's ears.

Whew!

In the shocked eyes of everyone, Yang Ming's sword body shook, the strength in his hand did not decrease, and he rushed towards Xiao Xuedao.

The heavy sword was wielded, the strong wind was raging, and it soared with a murderous aura, looking at this formation, Yang Ming seemed to want to kill Xiao Xuedao with one blow.

"Fuxue Knife Technique - Snowflakes Thousands of Miles!"

That Xiao Xuedao also seemed to smell the smell of death, his face changed suddenly, he knew very well in his heart that if he didn't make a countermeasure, Yang Ming's sword would fall on his body, and at that time, even if he didn't die, he would shed his skin, and then his eyes were fierce, and the internal force in the vein, which was about twice as strong as before, suddenly churned violently, and rushed to the snow-white blade without reservation, and then everyone saw a dazzling sword light flashing out.

In the sword light that was like a thousand flowers withering, this cold and sharp feeling flashed, as if he was about to tear everything apart, and slashed at Yang Ming, at this time, Xiao Xuedao seemed to have given up resisting, with a thick madness in his eyes, he was gambling, betting that Yang Ming would not dare to exchange his life with himself.

If at this time, Yang Ming showed a hint of retreat, then he could use this to turn the situation around, and in turn completely suppress him, or even kill him.

However, dreams are always beautiful, reality is always cruel, as long as people who know Yang Ming, everyone thinks that he is a madman, an out-and-out madman, fighting against a madman, testing his courage, I have to say, Xiao Xuedao took a stinky move.

At this time, in the face of Xiao Xuedao's desperate blow, Yang Ming's face was very calm, and a trace of madness also appeared in his eyes, and the black iron heavy sword in his hand suddenly increased his strength, not caring at all about the snowflake-like sword light, and slashed down fiercely.

Retreat, retreat!

Xiao Xuedao stared at Yang Ming, who had a calm face, and shouted frantically in his heart, but unfortunately, the sword shadow was getting closer and closer, and Yang Ming didn't seem to have the slightest intention of retreating.

Damn, how is this possible, isn't this kid afraid of death?

Xiao Xuedao really couldn't figure it out, how could a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy have such a mind, how could he remain so calm when faced with a life-and-death decision, was this still a teenager? This is simply an old monster who has lived for decades!

This is the truest thought in Xiao Xuedao's heart at the moment. (To be continued.) )