Chapter 27 Iron Oil Hammer

After drinking, Ye Yang carried the Ghost-Head Seven-Ring Knife, returned the Tuoyun Horse to the sect, and returned home.

This ghost-head seven-ring knife is still a little heavy for him now.

However, he was confident that after practicing the Elephant Demon Fist for a period of time, he would be able to use this knife as easily as using his own arm and lift heavy objects with ease.

Although the weather is still gloomy and cold at this time of year, the earth has warmed up and the winter jasmine flowers in the mountains and fields have begun to bloom one after another.

Ye Yang pushed open the wooden door, and it opened with a creak. The originally thick and dark persimmon tree gradually began to sprout green buds on its branches when spring came.

Before leaving the sect, he still remembered that there were a few red fruits hanging on the persimmon tree, but no one lived in the house these days, so they might have been eaten by birds.

Ye Yang walked to the thick big persimmon tree, lifted the heavy stone slab, and breathed in the fresh spiritual air.

Ye Yang felt the vital energy in his body vibrating, and it seemed that it was about to break through.

This spiritual well stands at the fulcrum of Feitianmen's scattered spiritual veins. It is filled with spiritual energy every day and is quite precious.

The spiritual energy was thin at the foot of the mountain. At the moment, Ye Yang felt himself surrounded by spiritual energy. He suddenly felt that his skin and bones were extremely comfortable, as if they were soaked in warm water.

With the help of this spiritual energy, he drew his sword and began to practice the Fengshuang sword technique today.

The cold light exploded, and he swung his sword! Swung his sword! Swung his sword again!

A flash of light, white dew across the river, a race in the frosty forest, a beautiful view of the cool moon, a bright moon at the end of the world, and a cut of vicissitudes.

One sword is faster than the other. He has successfully mastered six of the seven killing methods of the Fengshuang Sword Technique.

Except for the sword skill "Years Have Gone Old", which he cannot yet use, he can master all the others.

The brilliant silver lights in the sky looked like a peacock spreading its tail, lasting for a long time.

Wind and Frost Sword Skill: Minor
Progress: 97%
The next level: Great success

[Perseverance, swing the knife 5,000 times a day, persist for a month and ten days, and you will succeed. ]

Before at the Zhang family, Ye Yang's Fengshuang swordsmanship had reached 94% of its cultivation level. After returning to the sect, it has now approached 97%. With another 3%, he will be able to reach the realm of great success.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Yang started practicing the Elephant Demon Fist.

He stood on the ground with his feet touching the ground, his muscles bulging, like an ancient savage elephant manifesting.

As Ye Yang's boxing movements became faster and faster, white gas emerged from his body, and he opened his mouth and spit out a stream of white mist.

He actually flew more than two meters in the air, demonstrating his extraordinary lung strength.

At this moment, Ye Yang heard a bang and his wooden door was smashed open.

Then, a mighty and ferocious figure, covered in purple-gold Lion King armor, rushed into the yard.

The figure was sturdy and ferocious. Standing upright, he was more than two meters tall, and really looked like a bear.

He held two iron oil hammers in his hands, showing his terrifying strength.

"Ye Yang, I will definitely defeat you this time and avenge you for kicking my butt when we were kids."

The person who came was none other than the Flying Tiger Li Bayuan.

Ye Yang couldn't help but frown and pressed his temple with his hand.

"Why is this little brat holding a grudge so much? I just kicked him when he was a kid." In the blink of an eye, Ye Yang seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the wooden door that Li Bayuan had smashed into pieces, and his eyes lit up as if he had seen a pile of spirit stones.

"Hey, you idiot, it seems you haven't learned your lesson yet! If you don't leave the spirit stone today, bah... you won't be able to leave the door unless you bleed a little."

Ye Yang spun the ghost-head seven-ring knife in his hand, and without giving Li Bayuan a chance to stand still, he flew over and slashed at him.

Bang! Bang!
The ghost-head seven-ring knife moved, and the copper rings on the back of the knife waved, clanging and exploding, disturbing people's hearts, making people feel confused and have a splitting headache.

Li Bayuan roared, raised his two hammers, and smashed towards Ye Yang heavily with his two-meter-tall body like a little giant.

At the moment when the ghost-head seven-ring knife and the iron hammer collided, Ye Yang's body tilted.

The blade turned from the handle to the hammer and slashed directly downwards, ready to force Li Bayuan to drop the double hammers.

As the knife was about to cut down, Li Bayuan was about to lose his left hand.

The whole person was like a mad beast, hammering towards his left hand again, heading straight for Ye Yang's chest.

There were sounds of breaking wind and roaring sonic booms. Ye Yang saw that there was no time to dodge, so he turned around quickly and collided the back of the Ghost Head Seven-Ring Knife with the Iron Hammer.

With a loud bang, there was a clanging sound of steel colliding. Ye Yang took a few steps back, and Li Bayuan's hands trembled slightly.

"When did you become so strong?"

Li Bayuan rubbed his sore hands. Although he had just collided, he had the advantage.

But strength has always been his strong point. You know, Ye Yang never fought him head-on before.

"Come again."

Although Ye Yang was forced to take a few steps back, he was not surprised but happy. Since he practiced the Elephant Demon Fist, he felt that the skin all over his body had become hard and his strength was amazing.

As long as he steps on the ground, he will have infinite strength. Although he is temporarily at a disadvantage in the strength competition, he has just started learning the Elephant Demon Fist and he is very satisfied with this result.

At the same time, he secretly felt lucky that he was using this ghost-head seven-ring knife. If it was the previous steel knife, the steel knife would have shattered the moment it collided with Li Bayuan.

Ye Yang, holding a steel knife, moved forward again. Li Bayuan rubbed his hands and hit him with a hammer.

Ye Yang used his knife to poke the ground, and using the momentum of the knife, he flipped over and moved from in front of Li Bayuan to behind him.

The steel knife stabbed straight into his ribs on the back, found the gap in the armor, cut off the buttons of the armor, and went straight into his underwear.

This is the skill of a dragonfly skimming the water or a swallow flying in the clouds; it is extremely swift.

However, when he was about to win, he smiled slightly, and his strength was immediately reduced by three or four points, and he relaxed a little.

Li Bayuan's hammer just hit nothing, and because he used too much force, his body couldn't help but sway forward.

At this moment, Ye Yang hit him on the back again. He felt pain in his back and waist, staggered, and fell to the ground.

At the critical moment, he still kept his legs together and kicked directly at Ye Yang's chest.

Ye Yang didn't use his knife to block, but punched the opponent's feet with his fists. He was forced to retreat more than ten steps. He bit his tongue slightly, forcing a trace of blood to remain at the corner of his mouth.

"What strength! What strength! You are worthy of being the Flying Tiger... Li Bayuan."

(End of this chapter)