The Thirteen Swords of Time are Too Overbearing
At this moment, the sword was slashed out, as if time was going back and space was distorted, and no one could stop it.

At this moment, the time sand vibrated slightly, and Ye Yang merged the Endless Evil of Time again.

Combined with the power of time of the White Horse Sharp Sword, it is unpredictable.

With one slash of the sword, the years passed quietly without a trace.

The sword light seemed to shatter the sky, and one sword transformed into thirteen swords, directly killing Dao Xinghe.

"Is this the Thirteen Swords of Time?"

"Can it cut off mountains and rivers, dry up the years, and turn black hair into white hair in an instant?"

"Although we haven't faced each other, I have already sensed the rich power of time in the sword light."

"Just by sensing it, I can feel that my lifespan is being depleted. If I were an old man, I'm afraid that he would die from a single blow."

……

Many people were shocked when they saw this scene.

Dao Xinghe was even more terrified.

Facing the knife light at this moment, he felt an extraordinary terror.

Especially when the knife light came.

Driven by the endless evil of time, it is sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Sometimes it was twisted, sometimes it was straight, as if time and space had combined together, making it impossible for him to resist.

"You think you can beat me like this? That's too easy."

Dao Xinghe seemed to be prepared and waved his hand.

A wooden wall suddenly appeared in front of me.

The wooden walls were arranged in layers, containing a powerful vitality, with sporadic blue or yellow flowers blooming on them, resisting the power of time from the Thirteen Swords of Time.

This wooden wall is extraordinary and seems to possess the most essential vitality.

"Since I dare to fight you, how could I not prepare in advance?"

"I traveled thousands of miles to the Leiyin Ancient Temple to get this green wood wall. It has an extremely strong vitality. Even if you have the Thirteen Swords of Time, you can't cut it open."

The situation fell into a stalemate for a while.

Ye Yang's heart was moved.

Dao Xinghe's magical powers are full and perfect, and he doesn't look injured at all. The so-called injury before was just a deliberate smokescreen.

Fortunately, he never believed what others said.

Everyone knows that Ye Yang’s most powerful weapon is the Thirteen Swords of Time.

But at this moment Dao Xinghe was well prepared and took out the Green Wood Wall.

Blocked the attack.

This caused a lot of discussion among people.

"Without the Thirteen Swords of Time, how can he win?"

"This battle is fierce."

Even Ye Yang frowned.

And Dao Xinghe's sword light had already come again and was in front of him.

At the critical moment, Ye Yang blew a whistle, and suddenly a thick layer of bone shields appeared in front of him. The shields were folded layer by layer, like a city wall, and were more than two feet thick.

This is the magic weapon that Ye Yang had obtained from Elder Zuo of the Five Poison Sect.

At this moment, countless sword beams collided with the wall formed by bone shields.

Countless bone fragments actually spun out and fell to the ground.

The blade light actually damaged this magical weapon.

The next moment, a ray of yin and yang light suddenly burst out from Ye Yang's chest.

It was the Yin-Yang Heart Mirror that had not been used for a long time.

Ye Yang opened his eyes, a hint of golden light appeared in them, and at close range, his sword pupil was activated fiercely.

The evil of endless time behind him combined with the evil of Yin and Yang to form a slowly flowing light and shadow.

One side was as blazing as fire, while the other side was as cold as ice and snow.

Even his pupils turned into one golden-red and the other icy-blue.

At this moment, under the blessing of the Yin-Yang Reversal Evil, a pair of eyes contained two completely different powers.

One is the masculine force that represents destruction, and the other is the feminine force that nurtures life.

He stood at the intersection of time and space, feeling the surge of power in his body, as if he could tear apart the heaven and earth and reverse the destiny of the world.

As soon as his eyes opened, two sword lights shot out suddenly.

The air around him began to distort, time seemed to freeze, and space seemed to be cut into countless pieces.

A big hole was blasted in the green wooden wall directly in front of Dao Xinghe.

Dao Xinghe groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then the next moment, before he could react, Bai Ma's sharp sword slashed from bottom to top, splitting his green wooden wall in half.

"How can this be."

Dao Xinghe was shocked, but Ye Yang thought it was normal.

This green wood wall can resist the power of time of the Thirteen Swords of Time

But it cannot stop the sharpness of the White Horse Sword.

"The Thirteen Swords of Time consumes a lot of mana. Even if you break through the Green Wood Wall, how much mana will you have left?"

Ye Yang did not answer, but smiled coldly. The Chuixue Elixir in his body began to circulate slowly, and a magical power even more powerful than before surged out.

The rich power of time suddenly burst out again on the White Horse Sharp Sword.

The blade flashed, and the sky and earth changed color. A brilliant light burst out from the tip of the sword, illuminating the entire space.

This knife seemed to have traveled through time and space and directly cut the vein of fate.

Ye Yang felt that he was connected to every speck of dust and every breath of wind in this world.

Dao Xinghe was shocked.

"Oh no, I forgot that his magic power is strong and lasting, and he has another title besides being an expert in swordsmanship."

At this moment, after Dao Xinghe was stabbed by the sword, his skin color quickly turned yellow and dark.

His hair has turned completely gray.

In that instant, he lost too much vitality.

Just as many people guessed.

Ye Yang, who is an expert in both swordsmanship and saber-rifle, may not be the strongest, but he is definitely the one that no one wants to mess with among the top ten of the Hidden Dragon List.

Even if we win, we will lose thirty years of our lives.

Therefore, ever since he killed the Snow Queen of Luoshen with one sword, there has never been any challenger.

Dao Xinghe felt that he suddenly grew old, and the years had passed by, his face was full of astonishment, but then he suddenly exploded.

"I don't care about the regression of my life. I just want to have a great battle with you."

Dao Xinghe slashed out with his sword, but it was nothing special.

In the eyes of others.

This knife was neither fierce nor exciting.

But the people watching.

But they were all sweating coldly.

Those who stand here are not ordinary people, especially the large number of sword and knife masters who can see the changes in this sword technique.

It has reached the state of doing whatever one wants.

It can be called a heart knife.

The next moment, Ye Yang swung out the Thirteen Swords of Time again.

Dao Xinghe groaned.

Another thirty years passed in the blink of an eye.

"No!"

Dao Xinghe suddenly woke up. This battle, costing sixty years of life was too much.

Unfortunately, he couldn't defeat his opponent in the quickest time possible.

And no one knows how many more slashes he can make.

Maybe one, maybe two.

If it was three sword strikes, then with his 200-year lifespan in the martial realm, he wouldn't need to fight.

Just wait to die!

This made him feel a little bit of retreat in his heart.

He still has a bright future. In fact, even now, he has been stabbed twice and his potential for cultivation has been greatly reduced.

……

This scene is not just about Dao Xinghe.

Even the others were trembling in their hearts.

"This boy can actually use the power of time so maturely."

"The power of time is ever-changing. Even though we are old, it is difficult for us to comprehend its essence. I never thought that he could comprehend the true meaning of time at such a young age."

"It's rare, it's really rare."

A person nearby heard the voice, turned around to look at the old man, and then said.

"Master Mingshan, are you trying to accept me as your disciple?"

The venerable man hiding in the dark shook his head.

"Unfortunately, I am already old and no longer have the idea of ​​accepting disciples."

"If it had been a hundred years earlier, I would have accepted him as my disciple no matter what."

"But I do have a special magical instrument from the Time Lineage that I can give to him."

……

Dao Xinghe felt a little bit of retreat in his heart.

This made him very angry. He had never experienced such complicated emotions before. It was a kind of fear and confusion that the path was no longer there and his youth was gone.

Ye Yang keenly noticed the slight change in Dao Xinghe.

He noticed that Dao Xinghe's hand was trembling slightly, and his little finger moved down three inches. He was hesitating whether to make the next move.

"Brother Xinghe, why don't we just stop here today and call it a draw."

"The two of us fought a great battle just to prove our way. We have gained a lot today, so we shouldn't fight to the death."

Ye Yang spoke.

In fact, he still has more than half of his magic power.

The Thirteen Swords consume too much time.

The two slashes just now had already exhausted all his magic power.

Fortunately, he still had a blood-dripping pill in his hand.

He can then use the Thirteen Swords Spirit Technique to slash out in a flash of time.

However, doing so exhausted all his magic power. However, he still had a scaly demon elephant in his sleeve that he had not used.

But this place is located in the Dayun Dynasty.

The demon elephant swallowed the fragments of the evil words in the Book of Heaven's Secrets, and he was afraid of attracting attention.

So it has never been released.

As for the six-winged blood centipede, it is only suitable for sneak attacks. However, facing a master like Dao Xinghe who is covered with sword light, it may not be of much use.

Ye Yang said this with good intentions to comfort him.

But Dao Xinghe suddenly seemed to be provoked and became angry.

"If you are an ant, you should have the ambition of a swan. If your life is as thin as paper, you should have an unyielding heart."

He thought about Ye Yang's talent and the other party's sect background.

Thinking of his humble name, Bai Ergou, how he lost his father at a young age and was still illiterate at the age of twelve, he herded cattle for a farmer and supported his elderly mother.

For a moment, I felt sad.

"Geniuses like you will never understand how much effort and sacrifice I have put in to catch up with you."

He yelled,
"I can't lose!"

The long sword was standing at an angle, and at this moment he broke through again.

Wisps of sword intent emanated from his body, sweeping across heaven and earth like a whirlwind.

"My sword is not in the sky, nor in people's hearts, but only in my hand."

"I have come this far, and I don't know how many geniuses and Taoists I have defeated. It is not a shame to be born in a humble family. Only a man who can bend and stretch can be a real man."

"He is actually trying to condense the sword heart in mid-air."

Everyone watched the scene intently.

In the world of cultivation, concentrating the sword heart is a major challenge for sword practitioners, and it is also a huge leap in strength.

And being able to condense in the air is even more difficult.

It means that the comprehension of the sword intent has reached an unimaginable level.

The air around seemed to freeze because of this action, and time seemed to stop at this moment.

He slowly raised his hands, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if he was having a silent conversation with the sword intent between heaven and earth.

Those who once despised his background, those who looked down on him, and those who laughed at him in secret.

How can a person of humble origin understand the lofty sword intent?
But now, what he displayed was a realm that even many disciples from famous sects could not reach.

I saw him put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, like an invisible long knife, suddenly cutting through the sky.

"I was once a nobody, but my ambition has never died. Today I am concentrating my sword heart, not to prove anything."

“I just want to tell myself that no matter what my background is, as long as I have a knife in my heart, I can carve out my own path.”

His words were calm and firm, striking like a hammer on the hearts of everyone present.

But, that’s all.

The movement in the sky stopped abruptly and he did not continue.

The new realm of swordsmanship that was being condensed suddenly stopped.

Ye Yang looked at Dao Xinghe and sighed secretly.

"Brother Xinghe, you lost. Now your heart is no longer on the sword, your heart is now on fame, wealth and power."

Ye Yang's words were like enlightenment, penetrating Dao Xinghe's heavy heart.

He thought of the glory of being invited by the Dayun Dynasty to lead the Tianzi Commander, and the pleasure of having the power to control the life and death of others, second only to the emperor.

I thought about organizing the Cang Hai Fu Sheng Conference and the purpose of launching this competition.

Isn't it just to make the person in the palace appreciate me?

A true swordsman's heart is always on the sword.

The knife had been his companion and his soul.

They are his eyes, his ears, his mouth, and the bridge that connects him to the world.

But now, it’s a bit different.

This is the final blow, and the decisive blow.

The knife fell.

The man wins.

The edge of this red sword is cold and sharp.

At this moment, the cold and sharp sword edge had pierced into Dao Xinghe's chest, three inches into the flesh.

Dao Xinghe could even feel that the tip of the sword had touched his heart.

"I actually lost?"

Dao Xinghe muttered to himself, his expression just like the dark blue sky before the sun rises or after the sun sets.

Cold, deep, hazy, and mysterious!
A drop of blood on the chest slowly dripped along the sword.

(End of this chapter)