The Overlord Sword is the ancient sword sect's Zhen Sect martial arts, and its power is naturally nothing to say, but the strength of the person who uses it is still too weak. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

If the person using this sword was a powerhouse in the Divine Realm, then Yang Ming naturally didn't dare to be careless, but in the middle of a mere Passage Realm, even if the power of swordsmanship was very terrifying, it was difficult to exert its true power in the hands of a mere Passage Realm mid-stage.

Moreover, in Yang Ming's view, the Overlord Sword used by Song Hao was only in vain, and he did not comprehend the true meaning of his swordsmanship.

The Overlord Sword pays attention to the word domineering, and the domineering meaning that can be exuded from Song Hao is very thin, almost none, so he can't exert the true power of the Overlord Sword at all.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

"Broken!"

Under the shroud of the overlord phantom, Yang Ming suddenly snorted coldly in his mouth, clenched the nine-fold Xuanque sword in his hand, and slashed out under the domineering phantom.

The terrifying energy, like the waves in the vast ocean, one after another, instantly broke through the phantom giant sword, and crushed towards Song Hao with a posture like Mount Tai overwhelming.

At the moment when the Ninefold Xuanque Sword slashed out, the domineering phantom suspended behind Song Hao quickly collapsed, and even the phantom giant sword that was clenched gradually disappeared.

The next moment, Yang Ming's figure appeared like a ghost, and the Ninefold Xuanque Sword in his hand was tightly attached to Song Hao's eyebrows.

In this case, as long as Yang Ming exerted a little force, Song Hao, a genius of the Ancient Sword Sect, would instantly become a corpse.

In an instant, Song Hao was also stunned by this scene.

The cold sweat had already wet Song Hao's back unconsciously, and an indescribable chill surged from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Gai.

At the same time, Song Hao also had an inexplicable fear in his heart.

In front of Yang Ming, Song Hao felt like an ant, as long as the other party was willing, he could take his life at any time.

No matter who you are, when your life is in the hands of others, your mind will be greatly affected, and fear will inevitably arise.

The seemingly terrifying blow could not withstand Yang Ming's fluttering sword, and this scene instantly made everyone present fall into a sluggish state.

looked at Yang Ming, who had a flat face. His heart continued to sink, and he could see that this young man was much more terrifying than he had imagined, and he didn't know what kind of force had cultivated the outstanding talent.

It's just that no matter which side of the force it is, any force that can cultivate this kind of disciple is not something that his Ancient Sword Sect can provoke, and as for the Heavenly Star Pavilion in Yang Ming's mouth, the old man can only be regarded as a joke.

How could such a demonic force that could be cultivated be unknown in the rivers and lakes, and in this way, the greed in the old man's heart was reduced a lot.

"You won—"

Gently exhaling a breath, the corners of Song Hao's mouth were extremely bitter, and he slowly said the three words he didn't want to hear.

As a core disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect and one of the candidates for the future head of the sect, Song Hao's arrogance has almost reached the extreme over time, but since today's incident, his arrogance has been completely defeated by Yang Ming's sword, and a rare sense of decadence has emerged on his face.

It is undeniable that Song Hao is indeed a rare genius, but compared to Yang Ming, a monster, it is really not a star and a half.

Under such a huge gap, no matter how strong Song Hao's mind is, it is inevitable that this kind of loneliness will appear.

Hearing Song Hao's words, the old man's face was also uncertain, and finally he sighed helplessly, his figure skimmed slightly, and he got out of the way.

"Little brother, according to the bet just now, you can go. ”

When he said this, the old man looked at the Ninefold Xuanque Sword in Yang Ming's hand with some reluctance, and finally could only turn into a silent sigh.

As the old man's voice fell, everyone present unanimously made way of a way, and when they raised their heads to look at Yang Ming, their eyes were full of awe.

The strength of this young man is far beyond their imagination, even if it is their own ancestor, they may not be able to defeat the other party.

If this kind of person does not fall halfway, he will definitely become one of the giants of Kyushu in the future.

Age, talent, and strength are the basic requirements for judging a person, and Yang Ming's body just meets these requirements, so everyone present dares to conclude that under the circumstances of no accident, Yang Ming's future is absolutely limitless.

"Thank you!" Yang Ming said with a smile as he arched his hand towards the old man.

Just when Yang Ming's front foot and the old man missed, a cold shout suddenly rang out, stopping the advancing team.

"Who allowed this man to leave?"

As the loud shouts sounded, I saw a black shadow in the distance rushing towards him, this person was wearing black armor, and his aura was extremely powerful, like an ancient giant bear, rushing towards the team.

Behind this person, there were two more teams, more than a dozen elite martial artists followed closely, and the momentum of these people was almost the same as the latter, obviously, the cultivation techniques seemed to be the same.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

"Meet the Chief!"

Seeing that the team was blocked, the old man's eyes turned slightly, fell on the body of the black-armored man, and immediately bowed and saluted, "Meet the leader!"

"Shanlong, do you want to let this person go?" the black armor man looked at the old man condescendingly and asked lightly.

Although the momentum of the black armor man is very strong, he can't scare the old man, who has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, only to see him arch his hand slightly, and said: "This bet, my subordinates lost, and I should fulfill my promise." ”

"That's your promise, not the promise of our entire wind wall, if it was in the past, it seems that you have worked hard for so many years, it's nothing to turn a blind eye, but today it is not good, do you know that the Demon Venerable has ordered that he is about to take action against Bizhou, so anyone who wants to enter Bizhou must have a clear identity, otherwise, once the blame is down, you and I can't afford it." The black-armored man sneered, and immediately took out a piece of gold leaf from his arms, and immediately threw it to the old man, saying.

The old man cautiously turned out the gold leaf, looked at the handwriting on it, and his face couldn't help but change slightly, this was an order issued by the high-level of Bizhou.

Suddenly, the old man felt that the gold leaf in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, because, since the birth of the Demon Venerable, he had only given two orders to the Demon Sect, and each order appeared, which meant that the land of a state was about to sink, so it also meant that the state was in danger.

Thinking of this, an inexplicable panic suddenly appeared in the old man's heart.