The whistling sword energy intertwined with the green ax light, and the brilliance of two different colors clashed amidst the dense thunderclaps.
Countless rays of light scattered outward, forming a luminous sphere, flashing with charming and sinister colors.
Clang, clang, clang!
There was a sound of gold and stone, and sparks burst out.
At the moment when the two were in a stalemate, Yang Ji suddenly increased his sword power.
Suddenly, the sword energy exploded, and Mankui and his men flew out with their axes.
At this moment, Mankui's heart was shaking wildly, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
This person's sword power seems to be bottomless, how is that possible?
Before the shock in his heart could subside, Yang Ji suddenly moved.
He was as graceful as a feather, floating upwards, and landed lightly on Man Kui's shoulders under the shocked gazes of everyone.
Before Mankui landed, he felt a weight on his shoulders. When he raised his head, he saw Yang Ji stepping down.
boom!
His body fell to the ground like a stone, and with a "Peng" sound, half of Mankui's body sank directly into the ground.
A look of pain flashed in his eyes, and Man Kui felt his internal organs surging together, and a dull groan came out of his mouth.
"Senior Brother Mankui was suppressed?" Everyone exclaimed.
"You lost!" Yang Ji stood on his shoulder and said calmly.
"No! There is still animal blood in my body that has not been intensified. I can still be stronger. There is no way I can lose!"
Man Kui's tiger eyes stared upwards, roaring filial piety. As he shouted, the blood lines all over his body flashed with blood, and the animal blood in his body suddenly activated, wanting to rise up from the ground.
But Yang Ji only glanced at him coldly and put the flying sword in his hand on his neck without saying a word.
If he rises from the ground, the sword will pierce his neck.
"Hmph! Don't embarrass me." Granny Tianshang suddenly snorted at Mankui.
Seeing this, Man Kui reluctantly took away the boiling animal blood.
Yang Ji put away his sword and slowly walked aside.
At this moment, he realized that the gap between geniuses and ordinary people was really too big. He had already suppressed Man Kui before he had even reached 10% of his sword power.
If he strikes with all his strength, Man Kui will die millions of times with his sword.
"Junior brother, that's right. You know how to hide your clumsiness." Li Changxiao said to him without shying away from Jian Yuanzi.
Jian Yuanzi smiled softly and said through a message: "It's not necessarily bad to hide your clumsiness. If people can't figure out your true identity, you'll be safe."
"Grandma Tianshang, so, we won this first battle." Jian Yuanzi said with a smile.
"Hmph! It doesn't count. My disciple, Sun Mankui, hasn't fully exerted his strength yet. It doesn't count as a defeat. We will fight again with another person." Granny Tianshang snorted coldly and looked sideways at the person behind her.
When the time came, a young man with a long sword on his back immediately looked solemn and walked out, saying: "Ren Jingtian, come here to teach fellow Taoist swordsmanship!"
"Grandma Tianshang, are you trying to trick me?" Jian Yuanzi's expression calmed down, his robes moved without the wind, and traces of sword energy escaped, making the sky full of sharp edges.
"Jian Yuanzi, do you want to fight me?" Granny Tianshang's expression changed, and her voice suddenly became sharp.
"Master, don't be angry. If they want to fight, just accompany them through the fight!" Yang Ji suddenly smiled and stood up again.
"I only use one sword, and this sword brings together my lifelong understanding of the way of the sword. If I can't beat you, then I lose."
Ren Jingtian's eyes flashed with light, his whole body was filled with aura, and the long knife behind him trembled suddenly due to the energy.
But after hearing the dull "buzz" sound of the sword, the sword was unsheathed automatically as fast as lightning. When Ren Jingtian held it in his hand, he unleashed the unparalleled sword light, which lasted only one breath, and it was really done in one breath.
boom!
Holding the long knife above his head, Ren Jingtian was very decisive and slashed it down diagonally.
The unparalleled sword light erupted into a piercing scream, mixed with the power of a heart-breaking sound and killing sound, which frightened the soul and enveloped all directions.
The sword came out with two killing moves, it was as fast as thunder and so quick that it made people look at it.
But Yang Ji remained unmoved. The same move, the same simplicity,
He raised his hand and drew his sword, and used two sword intents to strangle with one move. With inexplicable majestic power, he bravely faced Ren Jingtian's domineering sword.
This sword once had a brilliant record of killing an injured demon commander, but in the face of Yang Ji's sword, the sword's light was annihilated in an instant, strangled and extinguished by the endless sword energy, and the disillusionment disappeared in the sky.
The sword energy continued unabated and turned into a pale blue flying sword hanging between his eyebrows. It was not until a drop of blood came out from between his eyebrows that Ren Jingtian realized with a cold sweat that he had been defeated.
He considered himself a genius and had been watching the battle for a long time. He thought that Yang Ji would never be able to withstand the sword he struck with all his strength, but he did not expect that he would be defeated so quickly and completely.
If there is a life and death battle, the sword energy in front of him will definitely penetrate his eyebrows, strangle his soul, and make his life disappear in an instant.
He was defeated, defeated by a sword, a sword that was only in the middle stage of foundation building.
He felt endless disappointment in his heart. Such a gap was like a chasm, which he found difficult to accept. He still hoped that this was because the level of the spell was too low.
He slowly put down the long sword in his hand, with a complex expression on his face, showing some hope, and secretly asked: "Fellow Taoist, what level of swordsmanship did you use?"
"As you guessed!" Yang Ji saw his thoughts and said calmly.
"Sure enough..." Ren Jingtian took a deep breath, and his heart dropped.
He can accept defeat, but he cannot accept such a defeat. His pride does not allow it.
But looking at Yang Ji's confidence, he still smiled bitterly in his heart. You must know that the higher the level of the spell, the harder it is to understand it. He has been immersed in the top spell "Falling Heavenly Sword" for more than 20 years, but he can only reach perfection.
But the person in front of him was younger than him, and the great magical power in his hands was more skillful and terrifying than his sword skills.
For a person with such an outstanding understanding, even if he practices the same technique, the person in front of him will still be the one in front, and he will be defeated in the end.
This is a dimensionality-reducing blow brought about by one's own understanding talent.
Knowing that his understanding and skills were inferior to others, Ren Jingtian sighed with sadness, but felt relieved.
At this moment, looking at Yang Ji who was standing tall, someone walked out from behind Granny Tianshang again.
This man's expression was solemn, and there was no sign of contempt in his eyes. He said in a deep voice: "My name is Jianchuan. Like Junior Brother Ren, I only use one sword. This sword brings together all the mysteries of my swordsmanship. If my fellow Taoist can If you take it, then I lose."
"Be careful!"
Jianchuan took two steps together and rushed out in an instant. At the same time, he turned his hand and pulled out the flying sword behind him.
Zheng!
A sword chant came out, like the melodious chirping of birds in the sky, reaching the heart, making people feel like they have fallen into a peach orchard, forgetting the danger.
Jianchuan's sword is very special. It is very round and thin, like a spear, but it is only as thick as a thumb and has an extremely sharp tip.
Wow!
With a sword thrust, the air was immediately broken.
A white light suddenly appeared on the tip of the sword, so bright and dazzling that people dared not look directly at it.
In an instant, Yang Ji was several feet away.
Facing this sword, Yang Ji was a little surprised. Perhaps he was also a sword user, so he made a rare comment.
"Your sword technique not only has psychedelic properties, but also the dazzling sword light. The most deadly thing is the sword's extreme speed and unparalleled edge."
"The ultimate speed of a sword is a point. A smallest point can minimize resistance."
"Once this sword is released, it will kill most of them in the late stage of foundation building, leaving them without the ability to resist."
