Chapter 27 Iron Rolling Hammer
After drinking, Ye Yang carried the ghost-headed seven-ring sword on his back, returned the pack cloud horse to the sect, and returned home.
This ghost-headed seven-ring sword is still a little heavy for him now.
However, he is confident that after practicing the Elephant Demon Fist for a while, he will be able to use this sword like an arm and a finger, and lift weight as lightly as he can.
At this time of year, although the weather is still cold and cold, the earth is getting warmer and the winter jasmine flowers on the mountains and fields have begun to bloom one after another.
Ye Yang pushed open the wooden door, and with a creak, the door opened. The originally thick and dark persimmon tree gradually began to sprout green buds when spring arrived.
Before leaving the sect, he still remembered a few red fruits hanging on the persimmon tree. However, no one lived in the house these days. They might have been eaten by birds.
Ye Yang walked to the thick persimmon tree, lifted the heavy stone slab, and breathed in the fresh spiritual energy.
Ye Yang felt the vitality in his body vibrate, as if it was about to break through.
This spiritual well stands at the fulcrum of Feitianmen's scattered spiritual veins. It has continuous spiritual energy every day, which is quite precious.
The spiritual energy at the foot of the mountain was thin. At this moment, Ye Yang felt that he was surrounded by spiritual energy. Ye Yang suddenly felt that the skin and bones all over his body felt extremely comfortable as if they were soaked in warm water.
With this spiritual energy, he drew out his sword and began today's practice of Fengshuang Sword Technique.
The cold light exploded, and the knife was swung! Swing the knife! Swing the knife again!
A sword of light and electricity, white dew across the river, a race through the frost forest, a beautiful view of the cool moon, a bright moon at the end of the world, and all the vicissitudes of life.
A sword is as fast as a sword. Among the seven kills of the Fengshuang Sword Technique, he has successfully mastered six.
Except for the 'Vicissitudes of Time' sword, which cannot be used yet, all others can be mastered skillfully.
The brilliant silver light in the sky is like a peacock spreading its wings, lasting for a long time.
Wind and Frost Knife Technique: Xiao Cheng
Progress: 97%
Next level: Dacheng
[Perseverance, swing the sword five thousand times a day, and it will be done in one month and ten days. 】
Before the Zhang family, Ye Yang's wind and frost sword technique had reached 94% of the cultivation level. After returning to the sect, it is now close to 97%. With another 3%, he can reach the level of Dacheng.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Yang started practicing the Elephant Demon Fist.
He stood on the ground, his feet dug into the ground, and the muscles all over his body swelled, like an ancient beast manifesting itself.
As Ye Yang's boxing movements became faster and faster, streams of white air came out of his body, and he opened his mouth and spat out a white stream.
He actually flew more than two feet in the air, showing his extraordinary lung vitality.
At this moment, Ye Yang heard a thud, and his small wooden door was smashed open.
Then a mighty and fierce figure, covered in purple and gold lion king armor, rushed into the courtyard.
This figure was strong and fierce. It stood upright and was more than two meters tall. It really looked like a bear.
He held two iron oil rolling hammers in his hands, showing his terrifying power.
"Ye Yang, I will definitely defeat you this time and avenge you for kicking my ass when you were a child."
The person who came was none other than the Flying Tiger Li Bayuan.
Ye Yang couldn't help but frown and pressed his temples with his hands.
"Why is this little brat so vindictive? Isn't it because I kicked him when I was a kid?"
In the blink of an eye, Ye Yang suddenly seemed to have thought of something. Looking at the wooden door smashed by Li Bayuan, his eyes lit up as if he had seen a pile of spiritual stones.
"Hey, you idiot, it seems you haven't longed your memory! If you don't leave the spirit stone today, bah... If you don't shed some blood, you won't even be able to walk out the door."
Ye Yang twirled the ghost-headed seven-ring knife in his hand, not allowing Li Bayuan to stand still, and flew over to kill him with the knife.
Bang! Bang!
The ghost-headed seven-ring knife moves, and the copper ring on the back of the knife is swung, making a sonorous and explosive sound, disturbing the soul, making people feel confused and numb, and have a splitting headache.
Li Bayuan roared, raised his two hammers, and hit Ye Yang hard with his two-meter-tall body like a little giant.
At the moment when the ghost-shou seven-ring sword and the hammer collided, Ye Yang's body tilted.
The blade turned from turning to the handle of the hammer, then cut straight down, preparing to force Li Bayuan to drop the hammers.
Seeing this cut, Li Bayuan lost his left hand.
The whole person was like a crazy beast, and he hammered towards his left hand, hitting Ye Yang directly in the chest.
There was a sound of breaking wind and a roar of sonic boom. Seeing that Ye Yang was not in a hurry to dodge, he turned sharply and collided the back of the ghost-shou seven-ring sword with the iron hammer.
There was a roar and the clang of steel colliding. Ye Yang took a few steps back, and Li Bayuan's hands trembled slightly.
"When did you become so strong?"
Li Bayuan rubbed his sore hands. Although he had just hit, he had the advantage.
But strength was always his strong point. It should be noted that in the past, Ye Yang would never confront him head-on.
"Come again."
Although Ye Yang was forced to take a few steps back, he was not surprised but happy. Since he practiced Xiang Mo Fist, he only felt that the skin around his body was hard and his strength was amazing.
As long as his feet are on the ground, he has infinite strength. Although he is temporarily at a disadvantage in the strength competition, he has just started to learn Elephant Demon Fist, and he is very satisfied with this result.
At the same time, he secretly rejoiced that he had used this ghost-headed seven-ring sword. If the previous steel sword had been used, the steel sword would have shattered the moment it collided with Li Bayuan.
Ye Yang held the steel knife and moved forward again. Li Bayuan rubbed his hands and struck him horizontally.
Ye Yang struck the ground with his sword, and with the force of the sword, he turned around and moved from in front of Li Bayuan to behind him.
The steel knife stabbed directly into his back and ribs, found the gap in the armor, cut off the buttons of the armor, and penetrated directly into his underwear.
This is the skill of a dragonfly touching the water or a swallow flying into the clouds. It is extremely swift.
However, when he was about to win, he smiled slightly, and his strength was reduced by three or four points, letting up some water.
Li Bayuan's hammer just missed, because he used too much force, his body couldn't help but sway forward.
At this moment, Ye Yang hit him on the back again, and he felt a pain in his waist and back, staggered, and fell directly to the ground.
At the critical moment, he still didn't put down his legs, and kicked directly at Ye Yang's chest.
Ye Yang didn't use a knife to block, and punched the opponent's feet with both fists. He was forced to retreat more than ten steps, bit his tongue slightly, and forced a trace of blood to leave a trace at the corner of his mouth.
"Good strength, good strength, worthy of being the Flying Tiger... Li Bayuan."