Chapter 170 The third level of sword heart is clear
Ye Yang said: "In three months, I will go to the Huang family to look for you."
After this incident, everyone separated. Ye Yang took off the Elephant Demon Fist, shrank his body, called for the Sun Flying Turtle, and returned to the Feitian Sect.
As soon as he came back, Ye Yang felt that the atmosphere in Feitian Sect was a little different.
After seeing him, many people kept staring at him and whispering, which made Ye Yang feel quite surprised and didn't know what happened.
Ye Yang returned to the house. Before leaving the sect, he exchanged the Herbs and Trees Technique for Xiuya. During this period of time, Xiuya practiced diligently, and his body became more nourished and slimmer.
His whole body was full of spiritual energy, and the evergreen vegetation appeared. It was obvious that he had begun to practice.
The plants, trees and elixirs in the courtyard were all well taken care of by her and were flourishing.
Seeing Ye Yang coming back, she patted her plump chest, walked over quickly, and said worriedly.
"Sir, please leave quickly. There is a sword madman in the sect. He insists on having a sword showdown with you?"
"You want me to compete with you?"
Ye Yang immediately thought of the scene where the real person came, and couldn't help but frown slightly.
Xiu Ya quickly spoke again: "That man seems to be called Luo Changsheng, and his origin is mysterious. The so-called senior in the real world turned out to be his protector.
"And he defeated Elder Ge in a head-on sword fight. I don't quite understand. It seems he used some kind of Heart Sword."
"Heart Sword?"
Ye Yang was surprised. This was the sword in his heart. It could cut through the sky with one sword, and it could ignore any defense. It could use all things in nature as swords, with wind, water, trees and wood as its external manifestations, and cut through people's hearts. out.
It can be called an extremely terrifying secret of swordsmanship.
He carefully thought about how to deal with it. He practiced the secret method of practicing both swords and swords, not just swordsmanship.
Why does the other party keep holding on to him?
Ye Yang was puzzled and was thinking of a solution when suddenly a soaring sword sound sounded in the Feitian Gate. The sound of the sword sound entered the sky, like countless sharp swords whistling.
The next moment, a ray of sword light flew from outside, extremely bright, as if it was a sharp energy rushing straight into the sky, and soon it arrived in the courtyard.
"Are you Ye Yang, the master of both swords and swords?"
A deep voice came out. The voice was not loud, but the words sounded like the sound of a sword, showing extremely profound sword skills.
"This is Ye Yang, I don't know what fellow Taoist calls me."
"Luo Changsheng."
Then, he continued: "I heard that you are good at swordsmanship. Today I will test whether you are as powerful as the rumors say."
Ye Yang said: "I was captured by a traitor before I went down. I was seriously injured and my muscles and veins were severed. I can no longer use the sword!"
"I do not believe."
The young man smiled arrogantly and attacked quickly like an unsheathed sword.
His speed was so fast that he was in front of Ye Yang in just an instant, making it difficult for the naked eye to catch him.
However, what surprised the young man was that Ye Yang did not fight back. Instead, he gently closed his eyes and did not resist at all, letting the sword point at his throat.
If this sword had gone down even half an inch, Ye Yang would have been killed on the spot.
"You won't fight back?"
"I am seriously injured and cannot fight anymore. If you fight back, you will lose. If you don't fight back, you will lose."
"Aren't you afraid that my sword will penetrate another three inches and kill you?"
Closing his eyes, Ye Yang said: "If you're not afraid, you won't be either?"
"How do you know I don't know how to do it? What if I do it anyway?"
After he finished speaking, he pressed the sword forward a little more, and the tip of the sword had already touched Ye Yangdao's throat.
There were already some blood stains on it.
"What you're asking for is just to sharpen the sword's heart, and even if you kill me, it won't make the sword's heart make any progress."
"If I just have a whim, I don't mind having another dead soul under the sword."
"That's not what a true swordsman does."
"It's not the swordsman's fault. This is a pulse-shaping pill that can reshape the meridians and extend the body. Take it and fight with me."
The Pulse Shaping Pill is expensive and extremely rare on the market. It can help people expand their muscles and veins and activate their flesh and blood. It is as precious as the Martial Arts Golden Pill.
They are all priceless treasures that can be seen on the market but cannot be found.
But the most precious thing about this thing is not that it can improve a person's qualifications, because the stronger the meridians of the body, the more mana it can carry.
Ye Yang was hesitating whether to answer it or not. The young man had already thrown the bottle of Pulse Shaping Pill in front of him.
"Take it quickly, don't worry about mother-in-law, mother-in-law, heal your injuries quickly, and fight with me."
Ye Yang knew that in terms of pure swordsmanship, he was far inferior to this young man. The opponent's master was famous, and even famous swordsmen like Ge Canhong were defeated by the opponent.
My own swordsmanship training has only touched the realm of practicing swordsmanship, how can I win?
Then he said: "To be honest with what my fellow Taoist said, I am actually better at using knives than swords."
After finishing speaking, he waved the ghost-headed seven-ring knife in his hand. This knife had been used by Ye Yang for many years and beheaded countless enemies.
On the ghost's head, red eyes flashed, and the large rings collided like a ring, making a banging collision sound.
Luo Changsheng smiled coldly: The techniques of swords and swords are basically the same, so you can use a sword. "
Ye Yang shook his head: "It's not that I don't have to use it, but that I can't."
Luo Changsheng shook his head, with a trace of regret in his eyes: "I have never forced others to do something difficult for me. If you and I don't respond, it is both my loss and your loss."
Ye Yang clasped his fists. Although this young man was of noble birth, he did not have particularly bad habits: "I have let down fellow Taoist."
After speaking, Luo Changsheng transformed into a sword light and turned into a rainbow, showing his extremely profound swordsmanship.
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Seeing this evil star walking away without even taking away the Pulse Shaping Pill, Ye Yang couldn't help but sigh and gently picked up the bottle of pill.
As expected, the other party was rich and powerful, and a treasure equivalent to a martial arts elixir was given away at will.
After the evil star left, Ye Yang went to the formation hall to find Master Su and got the water mist and wind formation from him.
This formation has four formation flags and a palm-sized array of green stones.
Ye Yang dropped the formation disk into the old bluestone well. The surrounding aura was extremely rich. As soon as the formation flag was laid out, he felt the sky and the earth become heavy. Countless rich white energy rose into the sky and filled the courtyard, making it difficult to see the figure inside.
And the spiritual energy around him is gradually becoming richer.
That night, Ye Yang was about to sleep with his clothes on.
Suddenly, he felt that the formation in his courtyard seemed to be attacked by someone else.
He frowned, not knowing where the flaw was, so he held the scaled demon elephant in his hands, then stood at the weak point of the formation and waited carefully.
After a while, the formation that had just been arranged fluctuated, and then a black hole the size of a grain of rice appeared inside.
Immediately afterwards, the black hole suddenly expanded to the size of a fist, and then a young man wearing white clothes and holding a long sword entered the courtyard.
"This formation is really weak. It was a waste of the formation-breaking beads my father gave me."
The young man pouted and complained in a low voice, seeming to be looking for some target.
In the next subject, he seemed to sense someone looking at him, and when he looked up, he found a young man with scorching eyes and a sword on his back.
The man looked at him with a cold face and a black face: "Fellow Daoist Luo, you have crossed the line."
This house belongs to Ye Yang's family, and it is also his privacy and hiding place.
Even though this person has a monstrous background, he has committed a taboo in the cultivation world by using the destruction formation and peeking into other people's privacy.
Jian Yeyang saw through him, and Luo Changsheng showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, but then he straightened his expression and said: "Who told you not to fight with me on the sword? Besides, do you know how precious my formation-breaking beads are? I still feel at a loss.”
The Formation-Breaking Bead was specially used to break the caves of ancient monks. It is rare and its value is not much less than that bottle of Pulse Shaping Pill.
"This is no reason for you to break into someone else's private home."
"What reason do you want me to give?"
After saying that, the man rushed over quickly. Before Ye Yang could react, a snow-white sword pierced his heart like lightning.
Ye Yang frowned, activated his movements, and jumped to the old persimmon tree in the yard.
"Don't run away if you can. Fight me head-on."
As he spoke, his whole body was full of sword energy, and his strong sword energy couldn't help but spread out. His hair was disheveled, and he looked like he was crazy, and his eyes were full of madness.
Ye Yang sensed something was wrong. He finally understood why the other party wanted to fight with him even if he broke the formation.
The opponent has reached the critical stage of the sword's heart becoming clear. At this moment, he urgently needs someone as a whetstone to help him break through the last barrier.
The other party was at the key point of establishing the sword's heart, and the surrounding area seemed to have been tampered with before, forming a space barrier that was completely isolated from the outside world.
No matter how he shouted, it had no effect.
Ye Yang's heart sank slightly as a tall purple-faced figure appeared, a strong man in the real-person realm.
These two people were obviously well prepared.
Luo Changsheng's sword energy was activated, his willpower was astonishing, and he was in a crazy state. He suddenly attacked with a sharp sword light.
Ye Yang drew the sword's crossbar. His ghost-headed seven-ring sword was very powerful and extremely powerful. It resisted the sword move, but in the blink of an eye, another sword struck Ye Yang's right arm at a strange angle.
The angle is tricky and inevitable.
The opponent only remembers to attack, and every move kills him. Ye Yang can only fight back with maximum strength.
The moment the two objects collided, in the rain of swords and the light of the swords, the two had already exchanged hundreds of moves.
"Okay, your strength is not bad!,"
The moment a master meets, he already knows how strong the opponent is.
Just a moment later, Ye Yang came out with a slash of sword light, which actually made him feel a little bit frightened.
"Not bad! Come again."
Luo Changsheng touched the sword, and the sword glow surged, and the sword was more than ten feet long.
He roared angrily: "The only thing I want in my life is the way of the sword. Why can't you have a happy fight with me?"
Ye Yang stepped back suddenly, and the knife in his hand hit the opponent's wrist.
Luo Changsheng's expression changed, and he used his sword to remove the force, and countless sword lights turned into silk threads to kill Ye Yang.
Naturally, he just wanted to fight happily and break through to the realm where the sword's heart is clear, but Ye Yang had no intention of fighting anyone to the death.
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