Qinghai.

This mansion covering an area of ​​18 acres is still luxurious, but who would have thought that in such a mansion, the main bedroom house would be a grave.

The tombstone is engraved:

The tomb of the deceased friend Yunniang!

"Thank you." Li Yang, who was standing in front of the grave, thanked him after a while.

"It's just a matter of raising hands, Brother Huo doesn't have to care." Ying Gu, who was standing behind Li Yang, still seemed very familiar. Looking at Li Yang's back in front of him, he finally couldn't help asking.

"There are four days left before the decisive battle. Is Brother Huo confident?"

"I will win!" Li Yang still said this thirteen days ago.

Ying Gu couldn't figure out whether he was pretending or was really sure.

"You go back first. I don't want anyone to disturb me within four days." Li Yang said.

"But."

"Um?"

Before Ying Gu could say anything, Li Yang glanced back at him, and a ball of shiny shot out from his eyes.

It is clearly a trace of the surge in internal strength.

Ying Gu's heart trembled and he hurriedly lowered his head, "Congratulations to Brother Huo for his great improvement in his skills. I will leave now and promise that no one will disturb you within four days."

Before he could finish his words, his feet ran away like oil.

Li Yang took a deep breath, and the light in his eyes slowly disappeared, returning to normal.

On the way he came, he had already eaten blood Bodhi, and there were four in a row.

Blood Bodhi is a great wonderful fruit in the world of Fengyun. It has the effect of treating serious injuries and no harm to increase the effectiveness.

Of course, Li Yang was not injured, so when the two blood bodhis were drunk, his skills began to increase sharply, almost double again. So he continued to eat the third blood bodhi, but found that the effect of blood bodhi increased the power had weakened until the fourth blood bodhis was drunk, and no longer increased the internal strength.

Even so, Li Yang was already very content.

Because to be honest, he has surpassed the Sword Saint in terms of internal strength.

Only swordsmanship.

No, it’s only twenty-two swords left!

As a time traveler, Li Yang knew that the Holy Spirit sword technique actually had twenty-three sword styles, which was the real sword technique that was unprecedented.

However, it was realized by the Sword Saint when the oil was exhausted and the lamp was about to die. Looking at the Sword Saint's arrogant appearance before, he did not look like a dying person. Moreover, from the conceited appearance of Jian Twenty-Erge at that time, it is even more certain that he has not yet realized Jian Twenty-Erge.

So, there is only one sword move and twenty-two!

Thinking of this, Li Yang shook his hand and shot out a sword energy.

After the sword energy passed a strange track in front of his eyes, it automatically dissipated.

If Jian Chen saw it, he would be very surprised.

This simple, strange sword energy is actually three points similar to the inexplicable sword magic.

When ordinary people learn swords, they first learn their form and then learn their spirit. However, Li Yang did the opposite, first learned their spirit and abandoned their form.

He spent four days practicing this move.

He even thought against the sword intent of this move and found some of the essence of Sword Twenty-Two.

Four days passed in a flash.

On the fifth day of the ninth month, frost falls.

Since September, the inn business in the western suburbs has been particularly booming, and almost every inn nearby is full. The inn owners are so happy that they can't stop talking. The gathering of martial arts people are talking about each other, all arguing about who wins and who loses Li Yang and the Sword Saint. Some even openly start a gambling game. It's really lively.

Even tents were laid out in the wild, and martial arts people with swords and swords came and went in, leaving the beasts in the jungle without a place to stay.

These people came to watch the decisive battle between Li Yang and the Sword Saint, or rather, to see the style of the Sword Saint.

The music sounded, and a group of people slowly came, and the people in front of them consciously made way.

"The leader of the Xiong Gang is here."

"Master of the Xiong Gang."

...The martial arts people rushed to Xiongba who was at the forefront and clasped their fists.

"You are polite." Xiongba greeted each other, Nie Feng and Qin Shuang protected him.

"The Sword Saint is here, the Sword Saint is here." A warm voice sounded from afar.

The crowd consciously separated the road, and saw the sword saint walking forward with a flying heart, followed by the same honorable Duanlang.

In the crowd, Jian Chen whispered to the middle-aged man beside him: "Master, look at the steady pace of the Sword Saint, it doesn't seem like he has been assassinated."

"This is the most terrifying thing. If that person has not taken action for a long time, he must have made a bigger plan." Wuming pressed his hat to avoid being seen by the sword saint who had passed by.

"Xiongba." In the crowd, someone stared at Xiongba with hatred.

It was Bu Jingyun.

"Brother Bu, even though you are dissatisfied, don't always stare at him. Be careful that he will find you." A beautiful young girl stood beside Bu Jingyun, worried.

...These are all famous, and there are not many unknown martial arts people. They are all crowded in a bunch of them at this moment, and their eyes are all concentrated on that house.

But no matter how loud the outside sounded, the courtyard gate was still closed.

In the yard.

"The air is solemn and condensed, and the dew turns into frost. It's a good day, why do you have to kill someone?" Mingyue lit an incense stick in front of Yunniang's grave and sighed.

"I don't want to kill anyone." Li Yang looked at Yunniang's tombstone with a dazzled look.

He really doesn't want to kill anyone.

He wants to kill himself!

Li Yang picked up the Huolin Sword that had been covered with scabbards on the table and strode out of the yard.

"Cry" As soon as the courtyard door opened, countless faces that they knew and did not know were mixed together and caught their eyes.

"He's out."

"It's considered out."

"Didn't you say you've escaped with a cowardly battle?"

"The show has begun."

...The crowd was in an uproar and hot discussion started. It was not until the Sword Saint appeared that he fell into silence again.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, but you've become much more calm." The Sword Master looked up and down at Li Yang, and always felt that something had changed in Li Yang.

Li Yang had a blank expression on his face, "Stop talking nonsense, show your sword."

The Sword Saint finally understood what had changed in Li Yang and became even more arrogant.

Looking at the sword in Li Yang's hand, the Sword Saint said disdainfully: "I have already reached the state of unity of man and sword. A man is a sword, and a sword is a man, and there is no need to use a sword."

Li Yang shook his head and said, "I'm letting you show off the so-called ancient and modern sword technique you mentioned."

"It depends on whether you are qualified to see my twenty-two swords." The sword saint shouted.

"Get out the sword." Li Yang urged.

"Let you first, so as not to say that I won't give you a chance." The Sword Saint was very dissatisfied with Li Yang's conviction, as if he was winning himself.

"Get out the sword." Li Yang urged again.

The Sword Saint was already annoyed by Li Yang's tone. Seeing that Li Yang didn't make any moves, he said, "Since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword energy shot out from his fingertips and shot towards Li Yang.

It is the starting style in the Holy Spirit sword technique: Jian Yi.

All the people in the martial arts world watching from afar held their breath. This was the first time that the Holy Spirit Sword Technique had retired for decades and had appeared in the world!

Everyone felt excited and wanted to use Jianyi as the person who wanted to cast Jianyi was himself.
Chapter completed!