sword from heaven

Chapter 160 Sweeping ([-]rd)
Song Yunge was surprised.

This is not just vitality, nor is it just physical strength, it is a pure and incomparable force formed by the combination of strength and vitality.

He couldn't let go of this power.

He has been deriving to find the loopholes in this power, and he has some understanding of Wulianghai Jianhou through the Yuntian Palace Daohou.

The Wulianghai Sword Art dominates the roost with force, and overwhelms others with force, making it inevitable for people to avoid it.

Facing such an overwhelming force, the only way is to be equally powerful.

Therefore, when encountering the boundless sea, it is difficult to win by surprise, only to win with integrity.

It is not feasible to break the face with a point, the sword is as powerful as the sky and the river, it can break a little bit of the face, but it can't break the power that follows.

Song Yunge backed away again and again, anxiously thinking of ways to restrain himself.

In the end, it activated the long-unused Great Demon Heaven Sacrifice Technique.

Shou Yuan turned into a violent force, and all of it poured into the Shuxue sword, and with a light stroke, it collided with Luo Jing's sword.

"Bang!" Luo Jing immediately flew backwards, the Heavenly Sword was released, and he sprayed a bloody arrow in the air.

"Huh?" The surrounding audience were surprised.

It was obviously a good situation, but seeing that Song Yunge was restrained, he was about to lose after a few moves.

How could it suddenly reverse?

Song Yunge took out three longevity pills from his bosom and took them: "How?"

Luo Jing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his head without speaking, and retreated into the crowd.

"I'm coming!" A burly young man shouted, "Eat me!"

A black bear appeared above his head, and after a roar, the black bear condensed into a black knife.

The black knife instantly slashed to the top of Song Yunge's head.

Song Yunge greeted him lightly with a sword.

"Bang!" Heidao flew into the air with the burly young man.

"I'm coming!" Another young man as thin as a bamboo pole shot out, and the long sword in his hand turned into a cold star.

Song Yunge struck again.

"Bang!" He flew upside down, knocking several people into the air.

Seeing him flying, these people stretched out their hands to catch him.

But as soon as they touched the body of the young man on the bamboo pole, they flew out like a boat hitting a raging wave, without any resistance.

The small sword on Song Yunge's eyebrows spun faster, and he glanced at the crowd lightly: "Who else?!"

His voice slowly and calmly resounded in everyone's ears.

Their faces were gloomy, and they stared at him stubbornly, their gazes seemed to be pressed down by mountains.

Song Yunge was calm and indifferent, his eyes swept over one after another, and all the faces he faced were glaring.

But they just glared angrily and didn't make a move.

They sparred in the martial arts field every day, fighting hard, and it was really no different from life and death.

So know the roots and know the bottom line.

Luo Jing is already in the top three among the twenty masters, and his Wulianghai swordsmanship is as unstoppable as mountains and seas.

He can't beat Song Yunge.

Later, some people tried to see if Song Yunge was at the end of his battle, and found that Song Yunge was more than capable, so they had no intention of fighting again.

Song Yunge returned the sword back to its sheath, cupped his fists and smiled: "In this case, it's getting late, why don't you go back and rest."

"Song Yunge, you're so majestic!" A sneer sneered from the crowd: "Do you really think there is no one in Yuxiao City?!"

Song Yunge looked over.

The crowd flashed, and the speaker appeared, a young man with a face as pale as paper.

His breath was weak, as if he would fall down when the breeze blows.

Song Yunge saw at a glance that he was seriously injured and needed to be recuperated.

"Who are you?" Song Yunge said slowly.

"White Tiger Guard Chief Mo Jingyun." The young man said slowly.

Song Yunge said: "Mo Shichang wants to fight?"

"I just fought back a wave of Tianmei, and I'm powerless to do it again." Mo Jingyun said indifferently: "After all, a martial arts competition is different from a real fight."

"It's different." Song Yunge nodded.

Mo Jingyun said: "It's better to kill Tianmei, than try to see who can kill more Tianmei."

Song Yunge frowned.

A man in his forties coughed lightly and said, "Junior Brother Mo, forget it, this is too dangerous."

Mo Jingyun chuckled lightly: "Brother Meng is afraid that he will be killed by Tianmei?"

"After all, it's Tianmei from the Sword Marquis Realm." Meng Bin nodded lightly, "He's a guest from afar, so it's better not to have any accidents, otherwise, others will think that our Yuxiao City can't tolerate people, and deliberately harm him."

"Sure enough, you are indeed brothers from the same sect." Mo Jingyun smiled: "Alright, let's forget it."

Song Yunge glanced at Meng Bin.

He has a slender figure, a handsome face, and a warm temperament.

This is a disciple of Tianyue Mountain. He didn't see him on the mountain. When he entered the sect, Meng Bin had already entered the Four Spirit Guards.

However, this cannot change the fact that a disciple is a disciple, and will maintain it at a critical time.

A young man with a round face said with a smile: "It's true that you can't do this. The four spirit guards in Da Luo City are all flowers and plants in the house, which cannot withstand the wind and rain."

Song Yunge remained indifferent and unmotivated.

It's no big deal to compete in Yuxiao City, there will be no fear of life, but going out of the city is different.

He didn't understand the situation outside Yuxiao City, so he went out rashly, he was not invincible, what if he ran into Tianmei who was in the realm of Sword King?
According to one's own realm, one must die without a doubt, even if it is replaced by Dainichi Tathagata.

It takes such a deep accumulation for Tianzhi to step into Guizhi, the gap is beyond imagination, and the victory of crossing a border depends on what realm you cross.

It is not too difficult for the sword master to defeat the sword master, and for the sword master to defeat the sword master.

It is extremely difficult for the sword master to defeat the sword master, and the heavenly sword is like a moat.

But it is almost impossible for Jianhou Shenghouwang.

Mo Jingyun's cultivation level is by no means weaker than that of any of the sword marquises. With such a serious injury, he saved his life, which shows the danger outside.

"Oh..., who made our lives miserable." Someone shook his head and sighed.

"I'm really envious. Sitting in Daluo City, enjoying the prosperity and prosperity, you don't have to worry about Tianmei's sneak attack. Unlike us, we are always in fear all day long, and our lives are in danger at every turn!"

"Forget it, it's not the same fate."

Song Yunge didn't seem to hear, clasped his fists and said, "If that's the case, then I'll take my leave."

He turned around and strode back.

Everyone was helpless, angry, disappointed, and depressed.

A young man complained: "Senior brother Mo, you are really serious. It is not good to be injured at any time, but this time is the time to get injured, which makes this kid in Daluo City go crazy!"

Mo Jingyun didn't speak.

"Even if Brother Mo is not injured, it is not his opponent." Yang Qian, who was huddled in the crowd, snorted.

Everyone looked over one after another, showing strange eyes.

Yang Qian said loudly: "I'm telling the truth, I didn't praise him deliberately because I was defeated by him!"

Everyone was half-smiling, half-believing.

His words are more like giving him relief, not because he is not strong, but because the other party is too strong.

Yang Qian snorted, too lazy to say more.

As a disciple of Fenghuangya, he has mastered Fengfei Jiutian's swordsmanship to a great extent, but he still can't take down this kid. Even if Mo Jingyun is not injured, he can't do it with his Ziyang Divine Saber.

I and Mo Jingyun are no more than siblings, I lost so easily, can he win?ridiculous!
He felt that everyone was so stimulated that their heads were dizzy, they were unconscious, and they couldn't listen to the truth.

They felt that the head of the White Tiger Guard in Da Luo City must be inferior to themselves. After all, they had been trained in the battle of Tianmei, while Song Yunge was enjoying the happiness in Da Luo City.

But this is the real world, not so fair.

"I have a way to make him lose without a doubt!" A handsome young man said lightly.

(End of this chapter)