In Yunzhou, the Tianshan Sword Sect can barely be regarded as a sect with a deep heritage and a long history, but compared to the Star Road Academy and the Baoshan Clan, whether it is the background or strength, it is more than one grade behind.

Just because he is a disciple of Xinglu Academy, these Tianshan disciples do not have any advantage, not to mention that there is a long-standing Baoshan lineage behind him, these people want to fight for their identity background, Yang Ming is not afraid of them at all.

Moreover, Yang Ming also carries a special identity, the Yunzhou Guardian Army - Yunlongwei.

In his opinion, Xiao Ruchen is just a second generation of martial arts, his strength is not very good, but his temper is not small, in another world, this kind of person is called the second generation of officials, or the second generation of rich.

The more timid and cowardly you behave towards this kind of person, the more arrogant he becomes, and there is only one way to prevent future troubles, and that is to completely hurt him and be afraid.

Originally, Yang Ming's temperament was relatively low-key, but low-key does not mean that he is afraid of things, Xiao Ruchen is obviously coming to the door to stir up trouble, if Yang Ming's attitude is only promised, what qualifications do he have to step into the happy enmity and hatred, which makes people's blood boil.

"Little rabbit cub, you dare to insult my Tianshan Sword Sect and give me death......"

The long sword in Xiao Ruchen's hand shook, and a cold arc crossed in the void, and the low sound of the sword roared slowly in Yang Ming's ears.

The major swordsmanship of the Tianshan Sword Sect is known for its heaviness and sharpness, but it has a bit of a mountain-hugging style, but such a subtle swordsmanship, displayed in Xiao Ruchen's hands, is like a baby staggering, which seems a little nondescript.

The tip of the sword carried a sharp intent, which quickly enlarged in Yang Ming's pupils, and there was not the slightest panic on his face.

Looking at the tip of the sword that was getting closer and closer, Yang Ming didn't know when a chopstick appeared in his hand, and it shot out like lightning, and lightly pointed on the sword body.

"Bell!"

The moment the two collided, the long sword was suddenly flicked away, and at the same time, Yang Ming, who was sitting on the stool, suddenly stepped forward, and the chopsticks in his hand were like a sharp dagger, straight to Xiao Ruchen's throat.

This strong energy suddenly made Xiao Ruchen's scalp tingle for a while, and he withdrew without thinking about it, he had a wonderful feeling, if he went up at this time, he would definitely die.

The soles of his feet slammed on the ground, Xiao Ruchen's figure crossed an arc in the air, avoiding Yang Ming's fierce attack, but Yang Ming seemed to disdain this, snorted coldly, totoed to the ground, stepped on the strange seven-star step, and rushed towards Xiao Ruchen again.

The two fought for more than a dozen rounds in just a dozen breaths.

In the inn, everyone's eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly, Yang Ming made a sharp move, carrying an indomitable momentum, it seemed that the attack was light and weak, but in fact, it was fatal.

As for the strength of the two, they can also roughly judge that Yang Ming is only in the early stage of the Tongmai Realm, while Xiao Ruchen has entered the middle stage of the Tongmai Realm, and has opened up at least six veins, but according to the situation of the fight, Yang Ming suppressed Xiao Ruchen everywhere, and there was almost no respite.

An ordinary chopstick, in Yang Ming's hand, was like a hard dagger, tricky and ruthless, and the move hit Xiao Ruchen's weakness.

As time passed, Xiao Ruchen's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he also knew that he had kicked the iron plate this time, and Yang Ming, who seemed to be young, was far superior in strength to himself.

Thinking of this, the jealousy in Xiao Ruchen's heart ignited.

Suddenly, the internal force in Xiao Ruchen's body flowed out, violent and fierce, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly.

"Seven Styles of Broken Mountain!"

A low roar slowly spit out from Xiao Ruchen's mouth, and the thick and sharp internal force swept across the air, and the strong strength actually came out of the sword......

Seeing this, Yang Ming's face changed suddenly, and his body was raised, just avoiding this terrifying energy, and immediately, the soles of his feet stomped hard, and his body quickly retreated.

"The martial arts of this Tianshan Sword Sect are really not to be underestimated!"

After staggering back a few steps, Yang Ming stabilized his figure, his pupils shrank slightly, and he put away a little contempt, no matter what, this Tianshan Sword Sect is a top second-rate sect, inherited for hundreds of years, and the background is quite terrifying, if it is replaced by another person to use this "Broken Mountain Seven Styles", it may catch Yang Ming off guard.

It's a pity that this person turned out to be Xiao Ruchen, a set of swordsmanship with such a terrifying power, but it fell into the hands of such a fool, which is Yang Ming's luck and the misfortune of the founder of this set of swordsmanship.

When Yang Ming retreated, his brain was running at high speed, and an inexplicable color flashed in his eyes, although the power of this set of swordsmanship was terrifying, the consumption of internal force was also not weak, according to Xiao Ruchen's strength, he could only use it three times at most, and no matter how much his internal force could not support it.

Yang Ming's wisest choice is to avoid his edge, and wait for the moment when his momentum is exhausted, waiting for an opportunity to make a move and take it down in one fell swoop.

This is the most effective and concise way to do this.

Therefore, while Yang Ming retreated, he stepped on a strange step away from Xiao Ruchen, from beginning to end, Yang Ming never pulled out the black iron sword in the sword bag on his back, this Xiao Ruchen's strength is not very strong, it is a good choice to hone his body and combat awareness.

Many people gave Yang Ming a thumbs up, and it was undoubtedly a wise choice to avoid the edge of the "Seven Styles of Broken Mountain" for a short time, and if this situation continued, it would be a matter of time before Xiao Ruchen was defeated.

Seeing that the opponent was blindly dodging, Xiao Ruchen suddenly became anxious, and after forcing Yang Ming back with a sword, he did not continue to attack, stared at Yang Ming coldly, and shouted angrily: "Bastard, can you just hide?"

Once the "Seven Styles of Broken Mountain" is cast, the consumption of internal force is very large, Yang Ming dodges left and right like this, and does not accept the move at all, Xiao Ruchen can't take down the other party in a short time, how can he not be in a hurry.

Hearing this, everyone present couldn't help but roll their eyes, how could the Tianshan Sword Sect say that it was also a well-known and decent family, how could it teach such a stupid apprentice, it was really speechless.

"It's really naïve, as long as you can defeat the opponent, what is the difference between attacking and dodging, but ......" Speaking of this, Yang Ming's tone paused slightly, raised his head, looked at Xiao Ruchen's eyes full of disdain, and said: "To deal with you, I don't need to dodge at all." ”

The words fell, and Yang Ming's figure suddenly disappeared in place.

In the inn, many people's pupils shrank slightly.

That's too fast!

Seeing his opponent disappear suddenly, Xiao Ruchen's expression couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and when he hurriedly came back to his senses, a faint voice echoed in his ears.

"Disciple of the Tianshan Sword Sect, but it's ...... so"