Outside Cangqiong Mountain, on the bank of the big river.
Chu Xiu retreated to one side and looked at the two people confronting each other quietly.
Crazy sword, Zhang Liang.
Ba Dao, Yang Ding.
This is the first time Chu Xiu has heard of Ba Dao Yang Ding, but he knows very well that the strength of this Ba Dao is definitely not trivial to be able to appear here and block the third senior brother.
Especially, it became famous a hundred years ago.
The depth of his skills is truly unimaginable.
The sun was about to set, and black clouds blocked the glow.
The rushing river gradually calmed down.
Knife intention.
Two similar sword intentions filled the air thirty feet around Zhang Liang and Yang Ding silently.
The space was trembling faintly, with black fluctuations.
"Qiang!"
The sword appears.
A thunderous roar erupted between the two of them.
The two sword energies of Tyrant Jedi collided violently.
The two figures did not move, just staring at each other.
The sword is fully open.
"Your skill is not enough." Yang Ding said coldly.
Zhang Liang sneered: "Is the skill of a swordsman important?"
In terms of skill alone, he is indeed inferior to Yang Ding, the domineering sword opposite him.
The other party is far older than him.
However, what a true swordsman values is never skill!
Yang Ding remained indifferent, "My sword intention is more refined than yours; my sword power is more domineering than yours; my sword energy, I am sharper than yours; even my skills, which are not very important to swordsmen, are far superior to yours. How can you win against me?"
"You are really old." Zhang Liang said lightly, "If you had the same idea when you were young, how could you become famous as a swordsman?
Of those you defeated, which one was weaker than you before the battle? "
Yang Ding frowned slightly, and there was a hint of depression in his eyes.
Back then, when he was still very young, he had already set foot in the world and challenged the strongest in the world.
At that time, he was not only unknown, but also had very little skill, but he had an invincible heart.
Every battle he really cared about was basically about the weak defeating the strong.
The swordsman's knife is the most unreasonable.
Obviously they are inferior to each other in every aspect, but as long as they have a sword in hand, they always seem to win in the end.
"Unknowingly, I was standing opposite myself." Yang Ding was in a trance for a moment, and his face turned as indifferent as an abyss in an instant.
"I'm different from them." Yang Ding said coldly.
Zhang Liang's sword has been unsheathed, "They used to think that they are different from others!"
"Speak with your sword." Yang Ding's sword was also unsheathed.
Zhang Liang said no more, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and his fighting spirit was overwhelming.
This battle breaks out.
Chu Xiu frowned, highly concentrated.
The battle in his eyes seemed to have become a come alive ink painting.
The man and the knife are black.
Everything else is as white as the sky.
Between the two people and the two swords, there were scarlet blood drops, staining the ink painting red.
The ink painting trembled violently, seemed to twist, and seemed to expand.
The vertical and horizontal figures look like two black dragons pecking each other, or like two black clouds colliding.
Blood drops were like rain, gradually staining the entire ink painting red.
The sword slashed across the air, the blade glowing everywhere, and the entire ink painting was shattered inch by inch and dissipated into light spots.
The world in Chu Xiu's eyes returned to normal.
Zhang Liang was lying on his back with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He was still holding the Crazy Knife.
Yang Ding stood two feet away, holding a knife in his right hand and looking at Zhang Liang expressionlessly.
The raincoat he was wearing was stained with blood.
"Third Senior Brother..." Chu Xiu's pupils shrank sharply, and his heart sank to the bottom.
"puff!"
Suddenly, Yang Ding spurted out a mouthful of blood. His originally expressionless face became pale and sluggish, and his whole body was on the verge of collapse.
"Click."
A crisp click sounded.
Chu Xiu was startled and looked at the 'tyrant sword' in Yang Ding's hand.
Including the handle, the entire sword was broken inch by inch.
Yang Ding's legs bent uncontrollably and he knelt on the ground. Blood was spurting from his chest.
The shocking knife marks were clearly revealed.
Chu Xiu held his breath and his eyes fell on the third senior brother Zhang Liang.
Zhang Liang was looking at the sky with calm eyes.
Chu Xiu scanned Zhang Liang's body up and down. His clothes were stained with blood, but he didn't find any wounds, and his breathing was heavy but somewhat steady.
It's like a man who has just been tired for half an hour and is in the sage's time, tired but fine.
Finally, Chu Xiu's eyes fell on the crazy knife in Zhang Liang's hand.
There was a sharp cold light on the blade.
The tip of the knife was bleeding.
"Time can increase your skill, but it can also weaken your fighting spirit." Zhang Liang said softly, "You have long since lost your invincibility.
The knife is no longer sharp enough, and the sword is not decisive enough.
Your sword may seem domineering, but in reality it has become cowardly. "
"Invincible heart?" Yang Ding, who was kneeling on the ground, laughed miserably, "Who in this world has a true invincible heart?"
"..."
Zhang Liang was silent.
He knew what Yang Ding wanted to say.
In the era when Yang Ding was at his peak, there was a person who was at the peak of the Nineteen States.
Master!
His master, with his domineering and invincible attitude, has made countless talented people bend their backs.
Invincible?
In front of Master, who dares to claim to be invincible?
"You are indeed very unfortunate." Zhang Liang said softly, "If you could meet my junior brother, you might not be so desperate."
Chu Xiu was startled and blinked.
"Junior brother..." Yang Ding looked at Chu Xiu, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.
Zhang Liang sat up and said, "Junior brother once said that a disciple does not have to be inferior to his master."
"Disciples don't have to be inferior to masters?" Yang Ding whispered, thoughtfully.
Zhang Liang stood up, exuding unspeakable arrogance, "I used to call myself the second craziest person in the world. Ever since my junior brother taught at Suzaku Academy, I have considered myself the number one craziest person in the world.
My sword should naturally be the best in the world. "
Yang Ding sneered: "Before that person left, how dare you think like this?"
"I said, my thoughts changed after my junior brother taught me." Zhang Liang said calmly.
Yang Ding looked in the direction of Cang Qiong Mountain and whispered: "If that person leaves, from now on in the world, even those with some strength will dare to claim to be the best in the world.
Perhaps, there will still be people who compare themselves to that one, or even think they are better than that one. "
Chu Xiu's eyes moved slightly, and he thought to himself, isn't this just "after Lu Bu's death, all the generals in the Three Kingdoms will have equal combat power to Lu Bu"?
"No." Zhang Liang smiled and said, "Ten years from now, I will be the best swordsman in the world, and this little junior brother of mine will be the best in the world."
Yang Ding looked at Chu Xiu again, looked at him for a long time, and said slowly: "What I really want to learn when I go out this time is not the Crazy Sword."
"I understand." Chu Xiu nodded. The man in front of him probably didn't even take Third Senior Brother seriously before he fought against him.
Yang Ding said: "I still have about an hour, I wonder if I can see that sword once?"
Chu Xiu did not answer directly, but asked instead: "Is it more important to see that sword, or is it the promise you keep that is more important?"
It is no accident that the person in front of you appears here.
He wanted to confirm whether the old man in the mountain was the only one behind the scenes in Cang Qiong Mountain, or whether there were others around the old man in the mountain...
Yang Ding was silent.
After a while...
"It seems that I am destined to miss that person." Yang Ding said slowly.
Chu Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly. Although Yang Ding in front of him did not answer, this in itself represented an answer.
