Leng Wushuang took action.
But Yang Zhong still maintained his original posture and stood there.
As if he was frightened.
"You fight back!"
Leng Wushuang's sword stopped when it was only an inch away from Yang Zhong.
He yelled at Yang Zhong.
"Come on, if the only way you can feel better is by killing me, then do it!"
Yang Zhong already owed something to Leng Wushuang, but he had never explained it, nor did he bother to explain it.
"You, do you think I really won't kill you?"
Leng Wushuang, his face was ashen.
Pointing his sword at Yang Zhong.
Yang Zhong remained silent.
"Why? It was like this back then, and it's still like this now. Don't you have nothing to say to me or explain to me?"
"I'm sorry Wushuang."
"I'm sorry? You know I hate you men saying these three words the most. Do you know what it means? It means escaping, it means shirking responsibility. I have spent twenty years of youth. Can you just say sorry? Yang Zhong You coward."
Leng Wushuang vented his inner emotions and struck out with a sword.
Yang Zhong did not dodge.
Poof!
The sword light swept across Yang Zhong's shoulder.
It left a sword mark that was deep enough to show the bone.
Blood flowed profusely.
It quickly soaked half of Yang Zhong's shoulders.
"You, why don't you fight back, I..."
Leng Wushuang asked, looking at the blood oozing from Yang Zhong's shoulder.
The response to him was still Yang Zhong's silence.
Bang!
The frost-free winter fell to the ground.
And she also hugged Yang Zhong.
Let the blood seep out from the opponent's shoulder and soak into his white robe.
Yang Zhong stood stupidly, his hands trying to press against Leng Wushuang's back, but finally he let go of him.
He didn't have the courage and was afraid that he wouldn't be able to give Leng Wushuang the happiness he wanted.
Yang Feng and Wu Qiankun, who were "watching the show" nearby, really felt like they hated iron.
"Your father is a real goose!"
Wu Qiankun was older than Yang Zhong, at three or five years old, and he couldn't stand what Yang Zhong was doing.
"The key to things like relationships depends on what my father thinks. There's no point in us being anxious here."
Yang Feng confided his feelings.
The person involved is Yang Zhong, not them.
"Yang Zhong, do you know how I spent these more than twenty years? Answer me! Do you know?"
Leng Wushuang, who had always been cold and strong, did not restrain his emotions.
burst into tears.
There were tears on her cheeks.
"Wushuang, I already have a wife. It's unfair to you and her if I do this. I..."
"Yang Zhong, you bastard, why didn't you say this back then? Why did you abandon me and walk away?"
In the bottom of Leng Wushuang's heart, Yang Zhong has long been regarded as everything in her life.
As long as Yang Zhong was willing to obey him about what happened back then. Explain to her that she doesn't care.
However, Yang Zhong chose to walk away and suddenly disappeared into Leng Wushuang's world. .
Sometimes, men are so cruel. If you want to let go of a relationship, let it go, and start it as soon as you want to start.
In fact, Leng Wushuang wrongly blamed Yang Zhong. Yang Zhong chose to leave back then to better protect Leng Wushuang.
Twenty years ago, Yang Zhong opened up the territory for Daxia, established unparalleled achievements, and made great achievements. It was precisely because he knew this that Yang Zhong chose to leave Leng Wushuang.
At that time, Xia Yuan began to have murderous intentions towards Yang Zhong.
The cunning rabbit is dead and the running dog is cooked. In addition, the family hopes that the next life can be more stable.
After weighing the pros and cons, Yang Zhong chose to leave Leng silently.
Wu Shuang had to bear this mental torture alone.
Little did he know that his momentary negligence made Leng Wushuang wait for him for more than twenty years.
At that time, Leng Wushuang was in his prime.
A woman, at the age of twenty-eight, is the best time in her life.
For a woman, nothing is more precious than youth.
Therefore, Yang Zhong's appearance was like a passer-by who had a sudden glimpse, but Leng Wushuang spent twenty years of youth waiting for this beloved man to break into her world.
"Wushuang, if you don't mind, just come with me..."
Yang Zhong mustered up his courage and was stabbed by Leng Wushuang, which brought back some of his memories.
He made a decision that he could no longer leave Leng Wushuang. He had spent the rest of his life making up for his debt to Leng Wushuang.
"Fool, why did you leave without saying a word? If you say so, I...will..."
Leng Wushuang had tears on his face, but his smile was sweet.
sweat!
Yang Feng and Wu Qiankun on the side felt really tired and sad for Yang Zhong's low emotional intelligence!
How can there be people with such low emotional intelligence in this world?
Fortunately, after several twists and turns, Yang Zhong finally came to his senses.
"An'er, Qiankun, let's go."
The four of them set off on the road.
After half a month of "touring around the mountains and rivers", of course, Yang Zhong and Leng Wushuang were the ones spreading dog food throughout the whole process.
"Xiao An, do you think we are doing this to ourselves?"
Wu Qiankun said weakly with his back against a big tree. Yang Feng held a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth and lay comfortably on the grass with his legs crossed.
That expression, not to mention much enjoyment.
"Don't mention it, I've already fed the dog food, but you will be arriving soon. In one day at most, it will be your Wugang Mountain. I still have a few more days!"
Yang Feng complained weakly.
Soon the difficult journey began again.
After walking for about half a day, only Yang Feng, Yang Zhong, and Leng Wushuang were left.
To be honest, Yang Feng still couldn't wrap his head around it. When he went out, he not only picked up a father for nothing, but also picked up a mother for nothing.
Do you think this is wholesale?
"An'er, do you and your mother live here?"
Looking at such a desolate and poor cabin, Yang Zhong felt a sore nose and couldn't help crying.
"Well, mother, I'm back."
"mother!"
Yang An shouted several times, but there was no response from the house. Yang Feng anxiously broke in the door.
There was not even a soul in the room.
"Who are you? Why did you break into my house?"
A woman with gray hair on her temples happened to meet Yang Feng when she came home carrying a basket of wild vegetables.
"Mom, it's the child! The child is unfilial and makes the mother suffer."
Yang Feng knelt heavily in front of Mother Yang.
"Are you... An'er?"
Mother Yang cried with joy.
"Are you really An'er?"
"Mom, it's me. The baby is back. Who is this person next to you?"
At first, Yang's mother didn't notice this man's face, but when he saw it clearly, he was completely stunned.
This... isn't this the man she misses day and night?
She has not forgotten that all five hundred people in the Yang family's house were confiscated.
It was that man who sacrificed his life to buy the safety of himself and his children.
"Madam, I'm back."
"Zhong, is it really you? Why has there been no news from you in the past twenty years or so?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am, go inside first and I'll tell you the ins and outs of this matter."
Yang Feng was sitting outside, looking up at the sky.
When did he
Only then can he understand the art of swordsmanship and break through to the ninth realm.
When will he be able to unleash the ultimate secret of severing the galaxy with his sword?
When will he be able to become successful in swordsmanship?
He has three ways to leave this world. Currently feasible, the strongest one is also the fastest.
Absorb the sword energy left by the sword demon Dugu Baitian.
Return to the secret of swordsmanship in the fastest possible time.
Yang Feng has experience in swordsmanship, he is not a novice who knows nothing about it.
What was missing was the sword spirit. If this world had not lacked sword spirit and sword spirit, he would have mastered the secrets of the sword long ago.
"Mom, Dad, I want to leave for a while. Now that the world is peaceful, you and I don't have to worry. Just let the kid go and have some adventures."
"An'er, dad knows that you are not a creature in the pool. No matter what you want to do, just go for it and dad will support you."
"An'er, my mother has heard from your father about your deeds. You have done well. You are my mother's pride. Whatever you want to do, just go ahead and do it. My mother will always support you."
"My child, thank you, parents. Please take care of yourself. If you have time, my child will come to see your mother."
After saying that, Yang Feng simply packed up and set off.
Back to Broken Vein Mountain.
Once upon a time, Duanmai Mountain was a noisy place. Fifty thousand troops lived here. Today, Duanmai Mountain is empty. Only a few patrolling soldiers can be seen occasionally.
Yang Feng entered Shuangmai Mountain.
The original sword mark.
Entering the place where hundreds of useless swords were piled up, only Yang Feng knew that the place below was not useless.
Back then, Dugu Baitian left from here with the Hundred Swords.
These swords are ruined here, and there are footprints on each sword.
These hundreds of swords are built into ladders to heaven.
Let Dugu Baitian touch the sky in a real sense.
Through the hole on the top of the mountain, it seems that one can still vaguely see the supreme grace of Dugu Baitian back then.
The scene of borrowing hundreds of swords and finally stepping onto the dome and breaking through the sky.
Some people and some things wait a lifetime.
Yang Feng patiently picked up every long-abandoned sword on the ground and absorbed the sword energy inside.
On the other hand, Fei Ge sent a message to Jiang Kui and Zang Jian, asking them to find blacksmiths all over the world and ask them to make swords, and the more the better.
Yang Feng didn't know when this day would come, so he had to prepare early and take precautions.
It wasn't until late at night when it started to rain heavily that Yang Feng stopped absorbing the sword energy.
"Tsk tsk! Sure enough, I still absorb the sword energy, my swordsmanship is gained quickly."
Feeling that the Sword Intent saplings in his body actually sprouted green buds, Yang Feng's face blossomed into a smile.
"It's raining, it's raining really hard."
The gap on the top of the mountain, like a full moon, casts a "water column".
That is a water column composed entirely of water.
A sword broke through the water column.
In an instant, the water column closed again.
How does this situation make Yang Feng feel?
He stared at the remaining water drops on the Fierce Sun Sword.
Tick tock!
Tick tock!
This mountain is at least a hundred feet long from bottom to top.
A water column seemed to penetrate the entire mountain.
The water column rooted at the bottom was washed away due to the impact.
The water column is umbrella-shaped.
Yang closed his eyes and meditated. Suddenly, he twitched the Fierce Sun Sword at his waist and swung out a sword.
An ordinary sword, this sword has no moves and no sword energy.
It's just a basic swordsmanship, a horizontal slash.
Sparkling.
The moment the sword body cut through the water column, it became blunt.
Invincible, or in other words, extremely fast swordsmanship, slower.
When cutting the water column, the water becomes a resistance, and the water blocks the sword.
It consumed and offset Yang Feng's strength in swinging the sword.
When swordsmanship is no longer mysterious, the ability of the sword to kill people depends on the sharpness of the sword itself and the strength of the person wielding the sword.
Water can carry a boat and also capsize it.
Water can swallow a sword.
A drop of water can only stagnate on the sword body, it can't change anything.
But what about being a water column?
It can make an originally sharp sword dull and slow down the sword's speed.
Even water, when angry, can swallow a sword.
When the sword body of the Fierce Sun Sword was completely submerged into the water column connecting the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.
A suction force, or in other words, a vortex was created in the water column, and that vortex was shaped like a black hole in the universe.
The sharp and indestructible sword body was constantly being rolled around, and Yang Feng's hand holding the sword could no longer hold it.
Bah!
The huge wave swallowed up the sword body.
boom!
"This water column...has another mystery...could it be a brand new path?"
The best is like water.
Water benefits all things without fighting. Water knows how to go with the flow.
But patience does not mean cowardice or cowardice. On the contrary, water can also get angry. Have you ever seen huge waves?
A small boat was swallowed up by huge waves.
That's the power of water.
Yang Feng found a few swords without sword energy from the ground, and then touched the water column.
These swords were all involved in the huge waves without any surprise.
"Logically speaking, shouldn't the water pressure be downwards? Why is the sword being manipulated upwards?"
The swords that entered the water column were basically crushed to pieces, except for the blazing sun which was still strong.
After closing his eyes and meditating, Yang Feng suddenly made a bold move and entered the water column.
He felt that the opportunity to learn swordsmanship was right in front of him. If he missed it, it might be a long time later.
He couldn't bear to think too much.
When Yang Feng's hand passed through the water column, the water pressure squeezed his fingers and deformed them.
gravity.
In the water column, in addition to suction, there is also a force of gravity.
A pond of water looks like an ancient well without waves.
But what about a river or a sea?
A leaf floats and sinks in the sea.
The clouds in the sky are rolling and relaxing.
The tide ebbs and flows.
Yang Feng didn't know how heavy the rain would be before such a strange landscape could appear.
When he entered the water column, his body was squeezed and deformed, and his physical body was continuously pulled.
The water from all directions wanted to crush him into powder.
"The mind is as still as still water."
call!
Yang Feng knew that what this feeling brought him was that his whole heart completely calmed down.
Only then can he understand the power of water to carry a boat and capsize it.
Two fingers serve as the handle, and the sword energy serves as the edge.
"The power of capsizing a boat, the power of carrying a boat!"
From now on, his Ruoshui swordsmanship will be further improved.
The best thing is water, which benefits all things.
What is said is that water follows the trend.
As the saying goes: When people go to higher places, water flows to lower places.
This is the water potential, and the water potential cannot be violated.
The green mountains on both sides of the strait stand out from each other, and the lone sail comes from the sun.
Water can carry thousands of boats, and its joy and anger cannot be expressed in its color. When it is angry, it can roll up tens of thousands of meters of waves and destroy all the boats on the water.
