Chapter 172: Cutting through time with a sword, the pride of our generation
But he is not only good at swords.

The right hand holding the Thirteen Swords of Time had already turned slightly blue.

The scaly demon elephant sensed his anger in his sleeves, and its limbs kept moving, trying to get out of his sleeves and fight with Luo Changsheng.

Luo Changsheng threw the ordinary long sword in his hand away, and before Ye Yang could react, he made a sword finger gesture, and a breeze turned into sword light, piercing Ye Yang directly.

Soon after, a piece of pine wood also turned into a wooden sword, following the breeze, and then the sand in the sky turned into countless sword lights.

The opponent stabbed out with a finger, but there was no sword. However, after comprehending the heart of the sword, everything became clear. The heaven, earth, and all things in nature were no longer restrictions on him, but became his aids, and everything could become a sword in his hands.

A huge sword light rushed over, crossing the sky, just like mercury pouring on the ground, moonlight pouring down, and the sky was full of white snow.

He used all his strength in this move, and Ye Yang suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of life and death.

We must deal with it carefully, otherwise today will definitely not end well.

"You forced me to do this."

Ye Yang muttered silently in his heart, and swung the ghost-headed seven-ring knife in his hand. A scaly demon elephant emerged from his sleeve, and let out a long cry towards the sky, blocking all the sword light outside.

The next moment, amid the whistling wind, Ye Yang placed the Ghost Head Seven-Ring Knife on the ground, with the blade facing outward, and swung it forward suddenly.

With one slash of the sword, thirteen blade beams all slashed towards Luo Changsheng.

The sword energy was so strong that more than a hundred sword lights appeared from the cracks in space, and then rushed straight into the sky, killing Luo Changsheng directly.

Feeling the power of the knife light, Luo Changsheng was overjoyed: "Your knife looks much stronger than the sword, great, great."

The next moment, he leaped forward, swung his sleeves, and a sword light came out from his sleeves, blocking the knife light.

But a few of them accidentally fell on his body, and his color turned darker, and his robes quickly became withered and worn.

It seemed as if in an instant, he didn't know how much time had passed, the colors were mottled, and Luo Changsheng sensed it carefully.

He did not feel any pain after these cuts, but he felt as if there was something extra on his body, and his body became heavy and looked several years older.

I feel like the essence of my life is slipping away.

"What kind of sword move is this?"

He was extremely surprised. As one of the geniuses in sword practice, he naturally attached great importance to his own qualifications. At this moment, he felt that his practice potential had decreased and the essence of his life had disappeared.

Shocked, Luo Changsheng quickly hid on a giant tree.

The sword energy of Flowing Wind and Smoke Cloud that he swung out was completely blocked by the scaly demon elephant and did not cause any harm to Ye Yang.

At this moment, Ye Yang suddenly felt a trace of pain, and then a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

He covered his heart and felt a sword light burst out from inside.

"Heart Sword!"

He spat a mouthful of blood on the ground and thought of the mysterious and magical heart sword in the legend.

But Ye Yang still didn't dare to relax at all. Holding the Ghost-Head Seven-Ring Knife in his right hand, he was ready to slash out the Thirteen Swords of Time at any time.

Unfortunately, this Ghost-Head Seven-Ring Sword is still a thousand-forged weapon and has not yet reached the level of a magic weapon.

Therefore, the Thirteen Swords of Time he displayed were not powerful enough, and the sword energy was not fully activated. Otherwise, the previous sword would have been able to force the opponent back another thirty feet.

"Master Luo, are you going to fight again?"

It is difficult to say who won or lost in this battle. Ye Yang was seriously injured, and Luo Changsheng was worried that Ye Yang would strike again and damage his cultivation potential, so he did not dare to attack.

"Come again."

A fierce look flashed in his eyes: "I don't believe I can't beat you, and I don't believe that the sword is inferior to the knife."

What he practiced was the way of the sword. He could defeat ten thousand with one. With a sword in his hand, he could dominate the world and own the whole world.

He cut off his penis just to concentrate on his mission and devote himself to the sword for the rest of his life. At this moment, he was frightened by Ye Yang's knife.

There was already a slight fluctuation in Dao's heart. This was not just a comparison between the two of them, but also brought out the superiority and inferiority of the knife and the sword.

Since ancient times, the sword is the king of all weapons, and the sword is the ruler of all weapons.

In fact, the sword is superior to the knife. There are many sword immortals in the world, but it is hard to find the knife immortals.

The number of kendo practitioners is as numerous as the number of carp crossing the river, which is far beyond the reach of sword practitioners.

"Okay, let's see which is more powerful, my knife or your sword."

Ye Yang roared, discarded his sword, and held the knife with both hands. The copper rings on the ghost-head seven-ring knife collided with each other, like ghosts howling and wolves howling, shocking the surrounding area with the sound.

Ye Yang raised his broadsword and slashed it out. It was as if time had flown by. Thirteen blade lights came straight at him, wrapping around him, making it impossible to avoid them.

It is the Emperor of Heaven who steps on time, and the vicissitudes of life come to the world.

Luo Changsheng had no way to avoid it, so he quickly retreated and made a sword finger.

Swords of flowing wind, smoke, dust and strange trees also rushed out.

He roared, "Broken Knife Style."

The sword energy is powerful and dazzling, this sword can break all kinds of sword moves.

The sound of metal clashing against each other, piercing through gold and splitting stone, the sword energy burst out, but it only blocked a few blade lights.

There were six or seven more knife lights, which seemed to penetrate time and hit him along the untraceable footprints of time.

On the other side, Ye Yang was wounded by the heart sword again and spurted out another mouthful of blood.

Luo Changsheng was frightened by the flash of the knife. Some white hair appeared on his temples and he suddenly looked several years older.

Both of them were almost injured.

The surrounding grass and trees were all dead and dead, with wood chips flying everywhere.

At this moment, a whistling sound was heard. …

"Who is fighting here?"

Ye Yang looked up and saw a man floating in the sky. He had a purple face, a long beard, and was covered in shining golden armor.

He walked slowly under the moon, leaving behind him one step at a time. The space around him became unstable, and all the trees that came across him were broken.

Although he did not cast any magic, the power of the True Person realm was so terrifying that all the plants and trees lay down, unable to raise their heads due to the enormous pressure.

"It turned out to be Luo Changsheng's protector."

The moment Ye Yang saw this powerful True Person Realm expert appear, his heart sank involuntarily.

Luo Changsheng has extraordinary talent and his time is precious, but these major cultivation sects place the most emphasis on the word potential.

He had just used thirteen strikes in two times to kill off several years of the opponent's time, so he might not be able to kill him in seconds.

The purple-faced real person saw Luo Changsheng, sensed something, his eyes flashed with a gleam, and then he slowly walked in front of him.

"Sir, you, you finally understood the sword's heart."

He looked happy, but the next moment he seemed to have discovered something and a hint of anger appeared on his face.

The air around was unstable due to the anger and fear.

"What kind of vicious move is this? You actually lost several years of your life because of it."

He snorted coldly, a murderous look appeared on his face, his expression was grim, and his eyes turned blood red.

"Who did it!"

A deep voice came out from his mouth and spread to the entire world. The wind was blowing violently and the heaven and earth were in turmoil.

Then he looked at Ye Yang.

Ye Yang spoke hurriedly.

"Senior, this matter is not as imagined. I was seriously injured and my meridians were cut, but you insisted on fighting me. You fought with all your strength despite your injuries, which aggravated my injuries. Now I am at the end of my strength."

Ye Yang didn't wait for the Purple-faced Immortal to explode, and hurriedly began to explain, pointing at the blood next to him.

Blood was gushing out, and Ye Yang covered his chest with his hands, his face turning pale.

He took the lead in explaining that it was not his fault that he was named.

According to his guess, although these two people were a bit domineering, they were not unreasonable.

When Purple-faced Immortal heard what Ye Yang said, his expression looked much better, but he was still aggressive.

"Oh? So, despite being seriously injured, you still managed to defeat my young master. You are indeed amazing! I'm afraid that even those geniuses on the Hidden Dragon Ranking cannot compare to you. I would like to learn a few moves from you."

He rushed towards Ye Yang with all his magical power, and the pressure was so overwhelming that Ye Yang suddenly felt that he was under tremendous pressure and couldn't even speak.

At this moment, a voice was heard.

"Senior, these are normal exchanges between young people. Are you going too far?"

A figure came over. He had a haggard face, a thin body, and was dressed in a black robe. It was Gu Xuan.

Gu Xuan waved his hand to resist the pressure from the Purple-faced Immortal, and Ye Yang suddenly felt his whole body relax. He hurriedly retracted the Scaled Demon Elephant and quickly hid behind Gu Xuan.

Although Gu Xuan was thin, he was not timid and still looked directly at the Purple-faced Immortal.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

A trace of anger appeared on the face of the Purple-faced Immortal, and he snorted coldly. The surroundings were like ten thousand years of ice and snow, and the temperature suddenly dropped by a lot.

"I dare not, but my Feitian Sect is not someone who can be bullied."

In his left hand, Gu Xuan took out an inner elixir that trapped the phantom of the Three-Headed Sky-Swallowing Python, and in his right hand he held a scarlet-flame Flying Crow gourd that was completely red in color. With his aura surging, he was able to resist the opponent's pressure for a moment.

"Well, in that case, I'll show you my sword..."

The Purple Faced Immortal said: "Do you know how noble the status of my young master is? At this moment, he has lost several years of his life potential. Even if all of you Feitian Sect are destroyed and everyone dies, it is not enough to resist one ten-thousandth of him."

Gu Xuan sighed secretly, but still did not retreat.

Luo Changsheng pulled on Purple Face Immortal's clothes, and then said: "Uncle Ta, forget it, this battle is a fair one. I have also sharpened my swordsmanship with the help of Fellow Daoist Ye. We should not be enemies fighting for life and death, but friends who cherish each other."

Purple-faced Immortal said, "But your injuries... How can I explain this to the old master?"

He smiled: "Victory and defeat are unpredictable, isn't this the law of nature? Even if my father saw my current situation, he would be very pleased, just like when I was eighteen years old."

Hearing this, the Purple-faced Immortal finally stopped talking, but he still had some grudge in his heart. He snorted coldly and said nothing.

Luo Changsheng clasped his fists towards Ye Yang and said, "Fellow Daoist Ye, although your swordsmanship is good, your cultivation is too weak. I just suppressed myself to the second level of warrior. Although I cannot defeat you, if I exert my full strength and unlock my magic power, you will not be my opponent in one move."

Ye Yang knew that what the other party said was right. Talents like him have been trained by famous teachers since childhood, and their bodies have been refined by spiritual medicines since their mother's womb, so naturally their cultivation progress is very fast.

The other party threw out three treasures equivalent to the Martial Golden Pill in one day, and he spent several years planning to get one.

This shows the gap between the two sides.

However, the fact that the two sides can fight against each other at this time has already proved his own potential.

"If we meet again in the future, I hope you will allow me to not suppress my strength so that I can fight you to my heart's content."

"Although your swordsmanship is powerful, I still firmly believe that my swordsmanship will be invincible in the world."

After saying this, the two of them soared into the sky and gradually turned into a silver light and disappeared.

　Thanks to mana-chan for the reward of 100 Starting Point Coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)