Chapter 170: The Third Realm of Sword Heart
Ye Yang said, "Three months later, I will go to the Huang family to look for you."

This matter was over, and everyone separated. Ye Yang took off the Elephant Demon Fist, shrank his body, called the Sun-Chasing Flying Turtle, and returned to the Feitian Gate.

As soon as he came back, Ye Yang felt that the atmosphere in Feitianmen was a little different.

After seeing him, many people kept staring at him and whispering, which made Ye Yang quite surprised and didn't know what was going on.

Ye Yang returned to the house. Before leaving the sect, he exchanged the Herbal Secret for Xiuya. During this period of time, Xiuya has been practicing diligently, and her body has become more and more fit and slim.

His whole body is brimming with spiritual energy, and the spirit of evergreen plants is evident, it is obvious that he has begun practicing.

The plants and medicinal herbs in the courtyard were also well-maintained by her and grew in an orderly and prosperous manner.

Seeing Ye Yang coming back, she patted her plump chest, walked over quickly, and said worriedly.

"Young Master, you should leave quickly. There's a sword madman in the sect. He wants to challenge you to a duel?"

"Want to duel swords with me?"

The first thing Ye Yang thought of was the scene of the real person coming, and he couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Xiu Ya quickly spoke again: "That person seems to be called Luo Changsheng, his origin is mysterious, and the so-called senior in the realm of true person is actually just his protector.

"And he defeated Elder Ge in a direct sword fight. I don't quite understand it. It seems like he used some kind of heart sword."

"Heart Sword?"

Ye Yang was surprised. This was the sword in the heart. It could cut through the sky with one sword and ignore any defense. It could use all things in nature as swords, with wind, water, trees and wood as external manifestations, and cut from the human heart.

It can be said to be an extremely terrifying sword secret.

He carefully considered and thought about how to deal with the situation. He followed the secret method of practicing both sword and saber, not just sword.

Why does the other party keep holding on to him?

Ye Yang was puzzled and was thinking of a solution when suddenly a sword sounded from the Feitian Gate. The sound reached the sky, like countless sharp swords whistling.

The next moment, a sword light flew in from outside, extremely dazzling, as if a sharp energy was rushing straight into the sky, and soon it arrived in the courtyard.

"Are you the master of both sword and knife, Ye Yang?"

A deep voice was heard. The sound was not loud, but it sounded like the sound of a sword, showing an extremely profound skill in sword techniques.

"I am Ye Yang, may I know your name, fellow Taoist?"

"Luo Changsheng."

Then, he continued, "I heard that you are an expert in both swords and sabers. Today I will test whether you are as powerful as the rumors say."

Ye Yang said: "I was captured by the traitors before, and was seriously injured. My tendons and veins were broken, and I can no longer use the sword!"

"I do not believe."

The young man smiled arrogantly, and attacked at high speed like a sword drawn from its sheath.

His speed was so fast that he reached Ye Yang in just a moment, and it was difficult to catch any trace with the naked eye.

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, allowing the sword to point to his throat.

If the sword had gone down half an inch more, Ye Yang would have died on the spot.

"You won't fight back?"

"I am seriously injured and cannot fight anymore. If I fight back, I will lose. If I don't fight back, I will also lose."

"Aren't you afraid that if I push my sword in another three inches, I'll kill you?"

Closing his eyes, Ye Yang said, "I'm not afraid. You won't be either?"

"How do you know I won't? What if I insist on doing this?"

After saying this, he pushed the sword in his hand forward a little more, and the tip of the sword had already touched Ye Yangdao's throat.

There were already some bloodstains on it.

"All you want is to sharpen your swordsmanship, and even if you kill me, it won't help your swordsmanship improve even a little bit."

"If I'm just in a momentary mood, I don't mind if one more soul dies under my sword."

"That's not what a true swordsman does."

"That's not what a swordsman did. This is a meridian-shaping pill that can reshape the meridians and stretch the body. Take it and fight me."

The Vein-Sculpting Pill is expensive and extremely rare on the market. It can help people expand their tendons and veins and activate their blood and flesh. It is as precious as the Martial Arts Pill.

They are all priceless treasures that can be seen but not found on the market.

However, the most precious thing about this item is not this, but its ability to enhance one's aptitude, because the stronger the meridians in the body, the more magic power it can carry.

Ye Yang was just hesitating whether to take it or not when the young man threw the bottle of Vein-Shaping Pill in front of him.

"Take it quickly, don't be fussy, heal your wounds quickly and fight me."

Ye Yang knew that in terms of swordsmanship alone, he was far inferior to this young man. The other party came from a famous school, and even a swordsmanship master like Ge Canhong had been defeated by him.

My sword skills have only reached the level of sword-making. How can I win?

So he said, "To be honest, I am better at using a knife than a sword."

After saying this, he waved the ghost-head seven-ring knife in his hand. Ye Yang had used this knife for many years and had beheaded countless enemies.

On the ghost's head, red eyes flashed, and the big rings collided like jingling pendants, making a bang bang sound.

Luo Changsheng smiled coldly: "The methods of swords and sabers are interlinked, so you can use a knife."

Ye Yang shook his head: "It's not that I don't need to use it, but that I can't."

Luo Changsheng shook his head, a trace of regret in his eyes: "I have never forced anyone to do anything. If you and I don't fight, it will be my loss as well as yours." Ye Yang clasped his fists. Although this young man was born into a noble family, he did not have any particularly bad habits: "I am sorry to disappoint you, fellow Taoist."

After speaking, Luo Changsheng transformed into a beam of sword light and flew away, showing his extremely profound sword skills.

……

Seeing this evil star walking away without even taking the Vein Shaping Pill, Ye Yang couldn't help but sigh and gently picked up the bottle of pills.

The other party was indeed wealthy and powerful, and he was willing to give away a treasure equivalent to the Golden Elixir of Martial Fortune.

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 flags and a palm-sized green stone formation plate.

Ye Yang dropped the formation plate into the old bluestone well. The spiritual energy around him was unusually dense. As soon as the formation flag was placed, he felt the sky and earth become heavier. Countless thick white mists rose into the sky and filled the courtyard, making it impossible to see the figures inside.

The spiritual energy around was gradually becoming denser.

That night, Ye Yang wanted to sleep with his clothes on.

Suddenly, he felt that the formation in his courtyard seemed to be attacked by someone.

He frowned, not knowing where the mistake had gone wrong, so he held the scaly demon elephant in his hand and stood at the weak point of the formation, waiting carefully.

After a while, the formation that had just been set up 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 in white clothes and holding a sword entered the courtyard.

"This formation is really weak. I have wasted the formation-breaking beads my father gave me."

The young man pursed his lips and complained softly, as if he was looking for something.

In the next section, he seemed to sense someone was looking at him, and when he looked up he saw a young man with scorching eyes and a sword on his back.

The man looked at him, his face slightly cold and dark blue: "Fellow Daoist Luo, you have crossed the line."

This house belongs to Ye Yang himself, and it is also his private place.

Even though this person has a powerful background, he used the Destruction Formation to spy on other people's privacy, which is a big taboo in the cultivation world.

Luo Changsheng felt a little embarrassed when Ye Yang saw through him, but then he straightened his face and said, "Who told you not to fight with me? Besides, do you know how precious my formation-breaking bead is? I still feel I'm losing out."

The Formation-Breaking Bead is specially used to break into the cave dwellings of ancient cultivators. It is rare to see and its value is not much less than that bottle of Vein-Shaping Pill.

"This is not a reason for you to break into someone else's private home."

"What kind of reason do you want me to give?"

After saying this, the man rushed over quickly. Before Ye Yang could react, a snow-white sword, like lightning, pierced straight into his heart.

Ye Yang frowned, and quickly jumped onto the old persimmon tree in the yard.

"If you have the guts, don't run away. Fight me head-on."

As he spoke, sword energy was surging all over his body. Strong sword intent kept emanating outwards. His hair was disheveled, and he looked like a madman, with madness in his eyes.

Ye Yang sensed something was wrong. He finally understood why the other party was willing to break the formation and fight him.

The other party has reached the critical stage of swordsmanship, and now he urgently needs someone to serve as a whetstone to help him break through the barrier of the last level.

The opponent was at the critical stage of establishing the sword's heart, and the surroundings seemed to have been tampered with by someone before, forming a space barrier that was completely isolated from the outside world.

No matter how he shouted, it was of no use.

Ye Yang's heart sank slightly, and a tall purple-faced figure appeared. It was the powerful man in the realm of true person.

The two men were obviously well prepared.

Luo Changsheng's sword energy was stimulated, his willpower was amazing, and he was in a state of madness. He suddenly attacked with a sharp sword.

Ye Yang drew his sword to block it. His ghost-head seven-ring sword was very powerful and had incredible force. He was able to block the sword move. But in the blink of an eye, another sword came at a strange angle and hit Ye Yang's right arm.

The angle is tricky and unavoidable.

The opponent only remembered to attack, and every move was fatal, so Ye Yang could only fight back with the greatest force.

The moment the two objects collided, the two men had already fought for hundreds of moves amidst the rain of swords and the flash of knives.

"Sure, you are quite capable!"

When masters meet, they already know each other's strength the moment they meet.

Just a moment ago, Ye Yang slashed out with a flash of sword, which actually made him feel a little scared.

"Not bad! Come again."

Luo Changsheng swung his sword, and the sword light suddenly increased, reaching more than ten feet in length.

He roared: "All I want in my life is the way of the sword. Why can't you just have a good fight with me?"

Ye Yang stepped back suddenly, and the knife in his hand almost hit the opponent's wrist.

Luo Changsheng's face changed, and he used his sword to dissipate the force. Countless sword lights turned into cotton threads and rushed towards Ye Yang.

Naturally, he only wanted to have a thrilling battle and break through to the realm of swordsmanship, but Ye Yang had no intention of fighting to the death.

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