The young man in green robe was moved by the connection, and he immediately spoke loudly: "This junior is willing to inherit Ying Lao's swordsmanship!"
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Yang Junjie, who has always been a good person, was so happy when he learned that Ling Zhen had become Master Ying's second disciple. He asked a girl he knew well who was good at painting to help him paint a full-length portrait of Master Ying Chun.
Then hang the portrait in the most conspicuous place in the bedroom.
From then on, the door to the 3701 dormitory was open almost all day long.
As long as other students in the dormitory pass by and take a quick glance, they can see the real portrait of Ying Chun hanging in the room. It is very difficult to see or not.
As if he was afraid that others would not know who he was, Master Ling was accepted as a disciple by his gold medal mentor Ying Chun, and he had to make it known to everyone.
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From that day on, after a solemn ceremony of "apprenticeship".
Ying Chun, who accepted the young man's three-kowtow and nine-bow ceremony, officially became the master of Ling Zhen, the eldest young master of the Ling family.
Ling Zhen naturally became Sword Master Ying's second disciple after Ling Fengge.
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After apprenticeship, the first lesson between master and apprentice.
Take the sword!
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After exhausting all his efforts, Ling Zhen finally accepted the three sword energies that Ying Chun separated from a very small part of the Yin Shen.
After taking over these three swords, Ling Zhen could finally officially accept the guidance of the gold medal instructor of Shang Academy.
This is the inheritance of the Sword Master that thousands of practitioners dream of. If you can learn even a little bit, it is destined to benefit you throughout your life!
Ling Zhen had no reason not to enjoy it with all his heart and cherish it very much.
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That evening, Ying Chun used extra energy when he pointed out Ling Zhen's flying sword.
As long as this part of the "excess" is completely eliminated, the speed of killing people with flying swords will be faster.
Ling Zhen clasped his fists and said loudly: "Thank you, Master, for the advice!"
Ying Chun smiled happily, and then the white tiger-skinned old man pinched Ling Zhen's left shoulder.
The young man in green robe felt that he could not help himself in an instant, and was led by his master Ying Chun to fly upward.
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A large ball of platinum energy fell towards the capital of the Dapu Dynasty like a meteorite.
A certain dark and gaunt old man, without any explanation, inexplicably handed out a sword towards the city.
A tall woman with long hair reaching her heels suddenly appeared when the giant city was about to be split in half by sword energy.
He took the sword from Ying Lao Sword Master forcefully.
The woman with a unique and superb aura had an angry look on her face, but she tried hard to suppress her annoyance and shouted sternly to a higher place: "Ying Chun, did you get kicked in the head by a donkey?! You're so lucky to come here. …”
Before the woman could finish her words.
Ying Chun handed over the second sword.
This sword made this woman with simple clothes but extremely elegant temperament fall back hundreds of feet in one breath.
All the buildings touched by the strong energy outside her body were turned into powder at this moment!
The woman suddenly brought out a large number of talismans, and Zhang Zhang Fuyun had infinite energy and extraordinary magical powers.
Relying on this "sea of talismans", she was able to stop her regression.
The woman with long hair touching her ankles, after stabilizing her figure, quickly took out a few magic pills from her ring and put them into her mouth to help even out her breath.
Looking up to the heights, the woman's eyes were extremely sharp and sharp.
It was as if the whole person was like a sharp blade without a sheath.
The aura of this kind of person matches the scene of the sword.
Ling Zhen had seen it in Meng Jiu, who was now suppressed and died by Tiandao.
present.
The young man was "stabbed" by the woman's sharp gaze and felt shuddering. He couldn't help but shuddered and was about to say something.
Ying Chun spoke in advance, with his iconic drake voice, "Little Ling family, hide behind me, this woman is about to use her natal sword..."
Ling Zhen was startled when he heard this and tried his best to rush away.
As soon as he hid behind Ying Chun, his eyes were completely white and he couldn't see anything clearly.
The young man in green robe knew clearly.
This white light does not come from the sun, but from... sword light!
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The wife of the prime minister of Da Pu Kingdom, she is the only female among the top ten human race masters who has the name of "Killing God".
Lan Shuang used the sword repair natal sword that had been sealed for a long time.
The most powerful person with the water spirit root attribute in Hanlan Continent, his natal sword actually showed a brilliant golden color like sunlight.
The flying sword contains incredibly many other things.
Confucianism has its majestic spirit, Taoism has its mysteries, and Buddhism has its vajra power.
There are fist gangs, sword gangs, and of course sword gangs.
Regardless of whether it should or should not, in short, Lan Shuang's natal sword possesses almost all the killing power in the world, which is exactly the physical embodiment of "killing".
Lan Shuang, who was normally gentle and could be regarded as half a good wife and mother, completely turned her back after inexplicably eating Ying Chun's two swords today.
His good temper was gone, and even his facial expression became ferocious and filled with rage.
Needless to say, the killing intent was strong enough to make even a monk of Ling Zhen's level panic!
A sword from the Great Dao Realm struck.
There is only light left between heaven and earth at this moment.
It is sacred and the golden light is dazzling.
But this killing sword, which seems to be enough to split everything, is not enough for Sword Master Ying to do it himself!
I saw that before wearing the white tiger skin, a complete golden statue with the same height as the old man suddenly evolved. It was no different from the human form, but the appearance was blurred and could not be seen clearly.
The Dharma Master holds a sword with both hands, and the sword is also gleaming with white light, just like a god holding a token.
Just when the sword energy handed out by Lan Shuang was about to hit the dharma image, the surrounding air instantly turned into billions of flying sword handles, flying in the same direction at high speed.
It is no different from the millions of mighty armies charging and killing on the battlefield. They are both unspeakably fierce and powerful and dominate the sky!
There were countless flying swords, which directly caused Lan Shuang's sword energy to "stagnate" for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, above the head of the thin black old man, in the blink of an eye, an even larger statue was born.
The towering Dharma form, which is several hundred feet high, has an increasingly intense golden light, as if several stars are melting into it.
It's so brilliant that it's hard to describe in words.
The young man raised his head and looked at the giant "god statue" hanging high in the sky. Ling Zhen suddenly thought of something...
Isn't this clearly the heavenly god who claims to be "the co-lord of all gods" that he and Brother Qiu saw with their own eyes that day? !
Why was Ying Chun able to summon that divine form called the "Almighty Infinite Jade Emperor, the God of Heaven"?
At this moment, Ling Zhen heard it clearly in his ears.
Ying Chun borrowed the mouth of the giant statue of the gods and said to the only woman among the top ten masters: "Lan Shuang, come and try to go against my way of heaven!"
Ling Zhen remembers.
Before leaving that illusory world, the "Jade Emperor" once said something in a tone of supreme divine power.
"How dare you, mere mortals, in a physical body, disobey the way of heaven?"
The young man in green robe widened his eyes.
Just because of this, Lan Shuang slashed out with all his strength.
And the Dharma image of Ying Chun burst out with extremely ferocious and powerful energy.
That domineering aura, wrapped in an unparalleled sword, swept away in a hurry, directly attacking the female murderer whose surname was Lan and Shuang.
One sword for the killing god and one sword for the sword master.
Both sides exerted 100% of their strength, and the two swords collided with each other.
The sound of its sound was so loud that everyone in the capital of the Dapu Dynasty could hear it clearly, and it was described as deafening.
If the sky collapses, it is like the earth cracking.
It's like the whole world will be torn apart after this impact!
After the loud noise that could cause an imperial city to shatter and collapse.
In the smoke, blue frost was wrapped in a mysterious air ball all over the body. It could not be contained in his mouth, and blood gushes out from the corners of his mouth and lips, which was shocking.
A woman in linen clothes and holding a knife walked up to Lan Shuang's side. She was about to cry and said in a choked voice: "Mom, are you okay..."
Despite letting the blood surge like a fountain without wiping it away, and not even taking the elixir orally to heal himself, Lan Shuang subconsciously breathed in and out, making every exhale and inhale very even.
In his eyes, there was an ashes that could not be turned away.
Lonely and sad.
Lan Shuang dissipated all her spiritual energy and stared at the visitor.
At this moment, just like his daughter Song Nianzhen, the man who hurriedly reached the sky was Song Yao, the prime minister of Da Pu Kingdom and Lan Shuang's husband.
The man, who was dressed in luxurious clothes and had a slightly fat body, went up and gently hugged Lan Shuang, who was seriously injured, and said consolingly: "It's okay, it's okay. The man named Ying is gone. I looked at him Leave here."
The simple and elegant cloth was soaked red with blood, and Lan Shuang was rubbed in the arms of her husband Song Yao, with her eyes closed and silent.
This peerless woman, who could keep her face straight even if the mountain collapsed, was in a state like a girl who had been bullied and hid in the arms of her beloved man, miserable and endearing.
Song Yao gently stroked his beloved wife's long, smooth hair, one stroke after another, with infinite tenderness and infinite love.
After her daughter Song Nianzhen sheathed her sword, she walked closer and asked the question in her mind, "Mom, why did Ying Chun come here...to make such a fuss and then leave?"
Song Yao, the Prime Minister of a country, shook his head and sighed, "Silly girl, isn't it good that I'm gone? Are you still hoping that the person named Ying will continue to use his sword here?"
Song Nianzhen was a little embarrassed, "No, I just feel sorry for my mother..."
Lan Shuang, who was seriously injured internally, could no longer speak loudly, and slowly said: "About ten years ago, when you were still very young, for my mother's sake, I asked Ying Chun for swordsmanship three times... …Now, he came here and handed me three swords, presumably with the intention of erasing the past.”
Song Ninzhen nodded thoughtfully, paused, and suddenly asked: "Then...Mother, how many games did you win in the three sword competitions back then?"
Lan Shuang, who is known as the strongest alchemist in the human race, came out of the arms of her husband Song Yao and took out several pills to repair the body and nourish the body. After taking them, he adjusted his breath and luck on his own, fully absorbing the power of the medicine and Spirituality.
He also spent several Qi Refining Talismans to warm and nourish the internal energy of his acupoints.
After a while, Lan Shuang, whose injuries were basically unharmed, answered his daughter's question with a sad expression, "I lost all three games."
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Ying Chun, known as the "Saint" in the field of Hanlanzhou Kendo, was in a good mood on the way back to Tongtian Island with Ling Zhen Yufeng.
Walking in the air, the thin black old man with a white tiger skin shawl said leisurely: "Actually, Lan Shuang's swordsmanship level is not low. It is roughly on the same level as that sword master Cen Xiafei of the Bingyou tribe in Shuanghanzhou. Both of them are They are the leaders of women's swordsmanship in their respective races. Who said women are inferior to men... How many men in this world can compare to the two of them in terms of swordsmanship?"
