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Chapter 444: Return to the defensive high ground

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    A month later, in a lush bamboo forest, the sword in Yang Xiaoyi's hand flashed like thunder, as fast as lightning, and with the momentum of thousands of horses galloping.

    In just an instant, a sword came out, and the world was quiet.

    The bamboo forest, which was constantly swaying in the wind, became stagnant and could not move at all.  The next moment, there was a loud bang, and they all shattered into pieces, turning into bamboo shavings all over the sky, wandering in the void.

    "good!"

    With a loud shout, Wang Batian stepped forward with surprise on his face and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that you have such a high level of understanding. In just one month, you mastered the essence of ten sets of sword fighting skills.  This situation is really rare."

    "This is also Master's teaching, hehehehe!"

    With a grin on his lips, Yang Xiaoyi bowed respectfully to Wang Batian and said with a smile.

    Nodding slightly, Wang Batian thought for a while, and then said: "Apprentice, try to restrain the wide-open and wide-open combat skills in your hand just now, and try to integrate them into one sword?"

    "Convergence? How to converge?"

    Yang Xiaoyi looked at the blade in his hand and frowned slightly.

    Wang Batian smiled slightly, with a sparkling light in his eyes: "You have to figure it out on your own. The so-called master leads you in, and practice depends on the individual. As a teacher, I can only tell you that as a swordsman, if you can let go, you should be able to hold it back.  . As far as the force of the knife can be extended, it should be as close as it can be received. Only when it is punched out with a tightened fist can it be powerful. If you can only release it but cannot withdraw it, that means the inner court is empty and the outer force is powerful!"

    "Tighten your fist and punch it out again?"

    With his eyes slightly squinting, Yang Xiaoyi murmured to himself, then slowly closed his eyes and thought carefully. The blade in his hand was swinging leisurely in front of him, swaying in the wind, as weak as a willow leaf.

    But suddenly, Yang Xiaoyi suddenly opened his eyes, and a strange brilliance shot out from the blade, like a sharp sword unsheathed, and it flashed away.

    And in this moment, there was a bang, and a bamboo pole was split into two pieces. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and the silhouette of a person could be reflected.

    Yang Xiaoyi couldn't help but be stunned as his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

    Fast, too fast!

    He never expected that the speed of his sword attack just now was more than ten times faster than all his previous sword strikes.  Even before he could react, the knife had already been struck.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The moment the thought was born, the sword was unsheathed, and the enemy's head was cut off.

    Wang Batian stroked his beard lightly and chuckled: "Yes, my understanding is really good. I can understand it in just one point. I caught the key point so quickly, hahaha!"

    "Master, could it be that this is the Tyrant Sword?"

    Yang Xiaoyi's eyes lit up and his whole body trembled with excitement.

    Wang Batian glanced at him sideways, but couldn't help but shook his head and sneered: "Domination of the sword? Huh, it's still far away! At most, it has a little bit of the meaning of domination of the sword, but it is far from the real domination of the sword.  , there is still a long way to go. Don¡¯t forget, to practice the Hegemon Sword, you must first practice the Demon Sword. And now, you are still in the cultivation of the Sword Realm, and you have not yet achieved great success. Don¡¯t aim too high, and be down-to-earth.  , just practice step by step, hahaha!¡±

    "Yes, apprentice, I understand. Thank you Master for your teaching, hehehe!"

    Yang Xiaoyi scratched his head in embarrassment and bowed, his eyes already full of hope, full of hope for the future.

    Seeing his humility, Wang Batian nodded with relief.

    No matter how you look at it, my disciple is much better than the next leader. How come the Holy Ancestor will appoint that bastard when he appears?  well¡­¡­

    Shaking his head and sighing, Wang Batian couldn't figure it out, but suddenly, a melodious melody suddenly came in and filled the entire forum.

    Wang Batian froze and frowned slightly.

    Yang Xiaoyi also listened to this strange melody and said curiously: "Hey, who is playing the flute? It sounds pretty good."

    "Disciple, don't take it lightly, this is a master!"

    Gently stroking his beard, Wang Batian said solemnly: "The sect's main altar is protected by a barrier, and the movement outside is generally not transmitted in. This piece of music is definitely played by a master of sonic skills. Maybe it was here.  Challenge. In the past, there were many masters like this outside the main forum who came to challenge the leader Ouyang. But since the death of the leader, our sect has been closed for hundreds of years, and no one from outside has come to challenge it. Why are they running out again now? "

    "Challenge the leader? Is he here to challenge my third brother?"

    "Hey, you already know that your brother is the leader?"

    "Hey, I knew it earlierGot it.  Seeing how caring Senior Poison King and the others are for his third brother, they have the same mentality as I did back then, they were all assisting the young master, I understand.  "With a chuckle, Yang Xiaoyi shrugged slightly.

    Hearing this, Wang Batian couldn't help but look at him deeply: "Assistant young master? Is it possible that you are not his brother? Otherwise, how could he be the master and you are the minister?"

    "To be honest with you, Master, I was adopted and raised by the Yang family since I was a child."

    "I see. I'm telling you, you two brothers are not the same at all. It turns out you are not real brothers. Huh!" A thick breath came out of his nostrils, and Wang Batian curled his lips in disdain: "You are so honest as a brother.  He is diligent, but that boy is arrogant and domineering. He is obviously not born to the same father and mother."

    "Master, although we are not identical siblings, we are closer than real brothers. This time I was caught and brought to the Holy Fire Cult, and my third brother traveled thousands of miles to save me. I was quite touched."

    "Well, the only advantage he has is his loyalty. The rest is useless!" Rolling his eyes, Wang Batian just didn't like him.

    Seeing this, Yang Xiaoyi shook his head helplessly and lamented.

    At the same time, in the leader's palace, Yang Feng was still practicing the etiquette steps according to the rules, but suddenly he heard a familiar melody. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and murmured: "If the heart is there, the dream is there, as long as  It's just starting over Hey, isn't this the song I brought to this world? Could it be that an acquaintance came to find me?"

    "Who is using the sonic power to send messages outside the main forum? Is he here to challenge?"

    The Poison King and the Corpse King looked at each other and shouted with murderous looks on their faces.

    Poof!

    He knocked hard on the two heads of them, Yang Feng scolded: "What is the challenge, it is my person coming, take me out, Mo Lao must come to me something."

    With that said, Yang Feng stopped practicing and rushed out in a hurry.

    The Poison King and the Corpse King looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

    On the other hand, among the steep mountains covered with white snow, Mo Shaoqiu was playing his flute leisurely with his eyes stern.

    After a while, the sound of the flute gradually died down. Mo Shaoqiu slowly put down his hand and sighed with a lonely look on his face: "Isn't this the place where the main altar of the Holy Fire Sect is located? When I was planning something with the Ghost King, I heard him  I said that their main altar is nearby. But I have searched all the mountains here, why can't I find it? Master, where are you? The capital is in great trouble!"

    "Mr. Mo!"

    Suddenly, there was a movement of space on the cliff of a mountain cliff. Yang Feng ran out of thin air and laughed, "Are you here to find me? How did you find this place?"

    The Poison King and the Corpse King also ran out.

    Mo Shaoqiu raised his head and took a look. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He quickly rushed forward, came to Yang Feng, bowed respectfully, and said hurriedly: "Master, I finally found you. Something bad is going to happen, that old boy, the Ghost King."  The entire capital has been controlled, and Yan Tianxing and Tie Zhanyi have all been arrested."

    "What?"

    His face suddenly trembled, Yang Feng frowned slightly and murmured: "Sure enough, what I was most worried about happened. The crystal in my hometown was pushed, and I have to return to the high ground for defense. I can't wander outside anymore!" (Remember!  Website address: www.hlnovel.com
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