Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 384: Sword Slashing the Fourth Rank Martial Master
After reaching the upper realm, it becomes increasingly difficult to improve the realm, and the speed at which the acupoints are opened becomes slower and slower.

Zhao Yuncheng's exclamation attracted many people's attention.

Everyone in the Wulin Alliance was extremely excited when they learned that Zhao Yang had become a fifth-grade martial arts master.

Zhao Yang slowly tore off his already tattered robe, raised his eyes to look at Zhao Yuncheng, and said: "Practice diligently."

There are no shortcuts on the road of martial arts.

Even if one is a person of extraordinary talent, if he does not swing the sword tens of thousands of times every day, how can he open two hundred acupoints at such a young age?

Thinking of Zhao Yang sweating profusely every day in the Wulin Alliance, some people showed an expression of "as expected", while others suddenly realized, and their joy was fleeting.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Fu Yao was overjoyed, and he banged his fists together, saying:
"Finally I can fight back, damn it!"

Liu Zhu, Tong Zhan, Xiao Yan and others felt relieved and smiled easily on their faces.

A fifth-rank martial master would give people more confidence even when facing siege from many sects.

No one is wondering why the ancestor has not come out at this time.
After all, unless the Wulin Alliance was truly unable to resist, the ancestor would not really take action.

At this moment, Feng You and others' expressions changed slightly.

The current situation was originally maintaining a slight confrontation, but now that Zhao Yang is a fifth-grade martial master, it is only a matter of time before Zhao Yuncheng is defeated.

By the time Zhao Yang has his hands free, the spies' joint attack will be a joke.

Outside the mountain gate, Qingxiu and Qingning, who were still standing on the top of the tree, looked at each other, both of them extremely solemn.

Before coming here, I had never imagined that the Wulin Alliance had such a profound foundation, and that the current leader was actually a fifth-grade martial arts master.

The two of them put their hands together and silently chanted Buddhist teachings in their hearts to calm the anger in their hearts.

It feels so good not to have to hide. Zhao Yang clenched his fists, and his calm and focused eyes flashed with an even stronger murderous intent.

Then he raised his hand, and his figure suddenly swept out, with the sword intent in his body bursting out like crazy waves.

In an instant, an incomparable bright light burst out from the sword.

"boom--!!!"

With a loud bang, the thirty-six helmsmen of the Wulin Alliance were blown away by the powerful energy.

In the huge dust, the eight spies who were originally fighting with the thirty-six helmsmen were still torn apart by the powerful sword intent.

A sword.

Eight people were killed instantly!

The captains were still in a daze, Zhao Yang said in a deep voice: "Go to the back mountain, this is no longer a battlefield you can interfere with!"

Everyone understood and retreated quickly.

Above the entire mountain gate, Zhao Yang, holding a sword, was like a god of war, and he stopped Feng You and others.

"The martial arts of the Wulin League are interesting. The power unleashed by this fifth-grade martial master actually has such a powerful destructive force."

Above the sky, a small flat-leaf boat was floating in the fairy condensation. Sun Fu looked down at the scene from above and couldn't help but sigh.

They all saw the fight between Zhao Yang and Zhao Yuncheng. It seemed like a stalemate, but no one had expected that Zhao Yang actually had hidden strength.

"The Wulin Alliance has a long history. Over the past few hundred years, it has produced several geniuses. I didn't expect that the most powerful one is this one. Zhao Yang's talent is indeed enviable."

Sun Fu sighed again, looked at Elder Xu beside him, and asked: "Elder Xu, since Zhao Yang has already broken through to the fifth rank, there is no need to fight for this Dragon Luck!"

The white-haired old man nodded slightly, stroked his beard and sighed, "This is just the beginning. The two in the east will definitely not sit idly by."

After being reminded by the old man, Sun Fu noticed that in the mountains and forests in the east, there were two people riding monsters, standing on the top of a mountain and looking down.

A man next to Sun Fu frowned and said, "In the battle for Zhongzhou's Dragon Fate, the barbarians are also interfering. Aren't they afraid that they will stay here forever?"

Zhao Yang leaned forward slightly, and after briefly gathering strength, he charged at Zhao Yuncheng with a long sword in hand. Zhao Yuncheng quickly held up his knife to block.

Chi chi chi. The condensed sword energy, emitting a scorching breath, slashed at Zhao Yang's chest at an extremely fast speed, accompanied by the sharp sound of metal colliding.

Zhao Yang's expression did not change, and there was no scratch on his body from the sword energy. At the same time, he stabbed out with a sword.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuncheng did not retreat at all, but instead blocked it with a knife.

Clang! ! !
When the two sharp blades collided, the terrifying energy spread in all directions like a violent storm.

Above the sky, Zhao Yuncheng's body flew backwards, holding the narrow knife in both hands, and chopped out again. Immediately, countless blue knife auras whistled out, like tens of millions of poisonous tongues whistling, sweeping across the sky, and finally carrying a majestic energy, colliding with Zhao Yang's sword aura.

Boom! ! !
It was as if two meteorites collided with each other in the sky, and in an instant, each released the most terrifying power.

The ground below collapsed under the impact of the shock wave, and countless warriors who were watching from afar were scattered.

Bang bang bang!
Afterwards, the sound of explosions continued to resound along with two rays of light intertwining in the sky.

Zhao Yuncheng's almost crazy voice continued to echo in the space: "Brother, is this the strength of a fifth-grade martial master?"

"Why don't you try your best, and then you'll regret what you did in the first place?"

"Hahahaha, if you don't make a move, I'm going to beat you to death!"

The light and shadow faded away, and Zhao Yang's figure emerged from the storm. The robe on his body had been completely torn, revealing his strong muscles underneath.

He slowly took off his robe. As a swordsman, his body was so strong and powerful.

hum!hum!hum!
next moment.

The sword intent in Zhao Yang suddenly burst out, and sword auras condensed into long swords, quickly gathering from behind him.

In an instant, tens of thousands of sword auras gathered together, like a giant dragon, circling around Zhao Yang.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuncheng's face became completely solemn. This familiar breath made the hairs on his body stand up again.

“Sword River!!”

As Zhao Yang thrust his sword out, countless generals instantly enveloped Zhao Yuncheng.

Sword intents kept tearing at Zhao Yuncheng's chest. Suddenly, a mysterious Taoist pattern on his body suddenly collapsed.

After a brief pause, a figure suddenly flew out.

"puff!!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and the long sword, which was still faintly glowing with a green glow, had already pierced into Zhao Yuncheng's chest.

"Ho ho."

Zhao Yuncheng made unconscious sounds from his mouth, and blood continued to flow from his chest.

Soon, his pupils shrank, his body drooped limply, and fell to the ground.

Zhao Yuncheng.

died!

Zhao Yang took action and killed a fourth-grade martial master!
On the Wulin Alliance side, there was a brief cheer, but it was quickly suppressed. The flying magic weapon above their heads had not yet been removed, and the crisis facing the Wulin Alliance had not yet been completely resolved.

On the other hand, Feng You, Qingxiu and Qingning were already standing on both sides of Feng You.

He looked at the corpses lying all over the ground and felt a little frustrated.

No one would have thought that a fourth-rank martial master would die so easily. Under the sweep of Zhao Yang's sword river, he didn't even have the ability to resist.

After losing Zhao Yuncheng, they still wanted to take down the Dragon Luck of the Wulin Alliance, and the difficulty increased several times again.

Staring at Zhao Yang below, Feng You's expression gradually became complicated. His right hand was hidden in his sleeve, constantly pinching it, and his lips were slightly pursed, obviously making some difficult decision.

(End of this chapter)