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Chapter 7 Fishing Old Man

"Brother, are you okay?"

Yang Yuling's voice rang in his ears, and Yang Feng sat up suddenly. He was stunned for half a second before his expression slowly recovered.

"Brother, why are you sleeping on the ground? You'll catch a cold."

Looking at Yang Yuling next to him, Yang Feng smiled and said: "I practiced too late last night and didn't pay attention. Don't worry, your brother and I are also in the Total Body Realm after all, and our bodies are great."

"That won't work. The ground is so hard. Get up quickly."

"Ling'er go have breakfast first, brother will come over later."

Sitting on the wooden bench, she gently touched Yang Yuling's hair, and then began to find excuses to take the little girl out.

After closing the door again, Yang Feng's expression became solemn. The passage of time, the purple broken sword... these are definitely not hallucinations. What happened?

Just as Yang Feng frowned, his eyes suddenly froze. A purple broken sword was lying quietly on the bedside, covered with a thick layer of fine sand, and there were mottled rust stains on the sword.

"You were actually brought out by me?"

The origin of the broken sword was unknown, and Yang Feng did not dare to touch it rashly for a while. It would not be an exaggeration to call something related to the long river of time taboo.

"boom!"

While Yang Feng was hesitating, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded outside the house, and the pressure of falling Mount Tai appeared inexplicably in Yang Feng's heart.

"God is coming?"

Yang Feng immediately guessed the reason for this familiar pressure.

In the Prince's Mansion, the unconscious Yang Huai was shrouded in a silver beam of light. The scars left by Yang Feng on his body began to repair at a speed visible to the naked eye. His weak breathing became slow again, and the majesty of aloofness spread continuously from his body.

come out.

The servants in the Prince's Mansion, as well as Yang Xiao and others, knelt down on one knee, their cold sweat already soaking the ground. Even so, they could not hide the excitement on their faces.

The arrival of the gods is an affirmation of Yang Huai's identity. The terrifying power of the gods covers the entire Qingtie Mansion. After today, everyone will be afraid of the Yang family. Even the Imperial Capital and Huawai Land will receive news. The Yang family will definitely be in trouble in the future.

Yang Huai will be famous throughout the ages.

The air sea that was originally shattered by Yang Feng's punch actually started to rotate again at this moment. The stars were shining brightly, and the silvery light condensed into a small man with a solemn face sitting in the center of the air sea. The surrounding stars were dotted, and the majesty of God began to appear.

It emanated from around Yang Huai.

When Yang Huai opened his eyes, it was as if the stars were shining brightly and blooming with brilliance. The stars hidden in the sky began to twinkle and complemented the blazing sun.

"Yang Feng!"

Following Yang Huai's roar, the boundless starlight fell down to form a star waterfall, and within a moment, several large characters appeared on it.

"Yang Feng blasphemed the gods, a death penalty!"

At this moment, Yang Feng stood in the house, looking at the changes in the starry sky outside the window, his expression slightly stiff.

The so-called Divine Presence is an afterimage cast by the Mountain and Sea Realm, and its power is less than one ten thousandth of the original body. Moreover, with Yang Huai's cultivation level, he can rise to the Yundan realm even if he survives. It is still nothing to him.

Threat, but he didn't understand why the Star God was so interested in Yang Huai,

Yang Ao, his wife and Yang Yuling, who had just woken up in the hall, looked pale and their lips were trembling. They were so powerful. How could Yang Feng survive?

"Buzz!"

Suddenly the broken sword on the bed buzzed, and a voice sounded in Yang Feng's mind.

"Humble ant, come and pray to me. Maybe I can teach you the swordsmanship to defeat the gods on a whim."

Yang Feng's face turned cold, and he glanced around, finally staring at the broken sword on the bed.

"who are you?"

The broken sword is related to the long river of time, so the owner of this mysterious and ethereal voice must also come from the long river of time. If he is in a different realm, he can only outwit the old monster if he encounters it!

The broken sword emitted a soft purple light, and then the scene in front of Yang Feng changed and the space twisted. When he came to his senses again, he had appeared on the bamboo raft.

What was different from last time was that an old man fishing appeared on the bamboo raft, with a broken sword stuck beside him.

"It doesn't matter who I am, as long as you kneel before me and choose to surrender, I will teach you the swordsmanship that can kill gods."

The old man said without looking back.

The second time he appeared in Time Changhe, Yang Feng was much calmer. He stared at the old man's back for a long time before asking: "I'm not interested in your swordsmanship, but I am very interested in your identity!"

The old man looked calm, and when he shook the fishing rod in his hand, he saw a gray ball of light being pulled up from the river, and a strong stench instantly filled the entire bamboo raft.

"An ant doesn't deserve to know my identity."

Yang Feng raised his eyebrows, and with a thought in his mind, a sword with a sharp edge appeared in his hand.

"Are you angry? Then let me see how capable you, an ant, are, and use your greatest strength to please me!"

After saying that, the old man didn't wait for Yang Feng to agree. He swung out the fishing rod in his hand and saw a purple sword light flashing across the calm lake. The invisible sword blade set off waves. Wherever the sword light passed, there were waves in the river.

The scene began to shatter, collapse, and eventually shrink into a singularity and be swallowed by the river.

"Time Kendo!"

Yang Feng's expression became solemn. The sword light that the old man slashed with the fishing rod just now contained the supreme time kendo.

Space, time, destruction, and creation are known as the four most powerful kendos in the world of mountains and seas. As far as I know, no one has understood the four kendos for dozens of epochs. Who is this old man?

"That's all, get out."

As the old man waved his fishing rod, the scene changed. When Yang Feng opened his eyes again, he was back inside the house.

Time Kendo...


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