Comprehensive martial arts: At the beginning of Juxian Village, the crowd will become stronger

Chapter 192 The Showdown at the Center of the Sandstorm

As a master's sixth sense, it has already given a clear warning from the soul of the knife, telling Yang Ming that there are enemies there, and they are very dangerous enemies!

It's strange, logically speaking, except for Ling Yanqiu, the former owner of Longmen Inn, no one else knows about the secret passage of Dragon Gate Inn.

Even if it is discovered by accident, it is very difficult to figure out that it extends in all directions and the terrain is complicated.

However, as the sword soul in his body trembled continuously and became more and more intense, Yang Ming had already clearly noticed that the opponent was approaching at an extremely fast speed, and seemed to be coming towards him in a clear direction.

Obviously there are still Ling Yanqiu and that fake Su Huirong here, but Yang Ming has a feeling that the other party is here for him.

He frowned, and this appearance also attracted Ling Yanqiu's attention.

"What's the matter, what's wrong?"

"Get out of the way!"

Before Ling Yanqiu finished speaking, Yang Ming suddenly reminded her, and at the same time, the treasured sword at his waist jumped up and blocked Yang Ming's body automatically.

At the same time, in the tunnel that was about to collapse, a cluster of silver needles as thin as a cow's hair shot over.

Ling Yanqiu is also a master, he sensed something was wrong out of the corner of his eye, and immediately jumped up to avoid it, with a light figure.

ding ding dong dong-

There was a burst of crisp sounds, and Yang Ming's precious sword blocked the ejected silver needle, and then the handle of the knife fell into Yang Ming's palm.

After tempering the sword intent and condensing the sword soul, Yang Mingzhen has reached a completely different state.

Not only is he very sensitive to the slightest bit of murderous aura around him, but his reaction speed is also faster. Even as soon as his mind senses the danger, the sword soul has already semi-automatically met the enemy. This is a very strange feeling. There will be conflicts.

Such dense silver needles would normally choose to avoid them, just like Ling Yanqiu, but Yang Ming stood still and took all the silver needles with ease.

At the same time, Yang Ming slashed forward with his backhand.

In the corridor, Feng Muyu, the descendant of the Feng clan, was standing in the middle, his eyes flickering.

The incense burner in his hand has recognized that his target is not far ahead.

Feng Muyu also noticed the aura of several people, but the corridor was narrow and cramped, lacking light, so he couldn't see clearly, so he directly attacked with silver needles.

Feng Muyu listened attentively.

After a crisp sound, Feng Muyu's footsteps suddenly moved sideways. Although he couldn't see it, his six senses were extremely sharp.

The fierce knife brushed across his clothes.

The old slave at the back let out a snort, obviously very surprised.

Everyone is a master, and the strength of the other party can be seen from the first move.

Feng Muyu waved his hand, flicked his fingers repeatedly, mixed with wisps of blue smoke from the incense burner, mixed with many light spots flickering, and continued to attack towards the corridor ahead.

But in the next second, the opponent's knife gang roared again, fiercer, denser, and more aggressive than before.

Feng Muyu still wanted to dodge subconsciously like before, but he didn't expect that after avoiding the first wave of Dao Gang's attack, the opponent turned abruptly in the air as if he had eyes, and continued to rush towards him.

Feng Muyu finally couldn't calm down anymore, frowned, no longer the leisurely look before, retreated quickly, and waved his sleeves at the same time.

A large number of silver needles whizzed out and strangled with Dao Gang.

Strangely, the opponent's sword seems to have a spirituality.

Could it be that……

"It's the soul of the sword!"

The old slave at the back spoke, and at a glance, he could see that Yang Ming had condensed the soul of the sword, and had reached a completely different realm on the way of the sword.

"Is this the power of Longyuan?"

A trace of fire and salivation flashed in Feng Muyu's eyes.

He came here for Yang Ming's Long Yuan, and he didn't believe that anyone in the world could condense the sword soul in a short period of time, so he naturally thought that it was the credit of the other party's fusion of Long Yuan.

But just taking the time to talk about it, more dense swords rushed in from outside, and the battle became fiercer.

The pattern of the two sides playing against each other is very peculiar.

They didn't meet each other, they just sensed each other's existence, and they started to fight fiercely in the air.

Because he couldn't see the opponent, and couldn't figure out the opponent's way, Yang Ming's sword was swift and domineering, and Feng Muyu's silver needles were dense and treacherous, which added to the thrilling level.

At this moment, in the space where Yang Ming, Ling Yanqiu and others were located, layers of dust rose up.

More and more fine silver needles are flying out of the tunnel, because the speed is too fast and the size is small, so it is impossible to catch the specific traces with the naked eye, but they just draw thin threads in the air, entangled in the Together, like a ball of dancing thread.

Ling Yanqiu's pupils constricted and her whole body tensed up.

If so many fine silver needles of unknown origin are coming towards him, Ling Yanqiu can't guarantee that he can block it, and there is a high probability that he can only avoid it.

And looking at this offensive, one knew that deep in the tunnel, there must be top masters secretly manipulating it.

However, I don't know the origin of the other party.

Fortunately, those silver needles didn't seem to be interested in other people at all, but besieged Yang Ming.

Yang Ming still stood where he was, the sword was out of his hand for almost half of the time, but he could still fly up and down around his body, causing waves of afterimages.

Obviously there was only one knife, but it deftly blocked the attacks of so many fine silver needles.

Ling Yanqiu saw that Yang Ming's defense was not normal, he didn't even look at the trajectory and attack direction of those silver needles, but relied entirely on blocking directly.

The resulting picture is very strange, as if Yang Ming's knife swept to a place first, and then a large number of silver needles hit it and were easily swept away.

This is not due to luck!

It seems that the precious sword has become a flying knife with self-consciousness, which can defend against the enemy independently, and Yang Ming can also find time to output a steady stream of swords into the tunnel.

"Could it be that he has condensed the legendary sword soul?"

Ling Yanqiu looked at Yang Ming's back with astonishment on his face.

Beside, Qin Jian, Bai Tong, and Tie Mulan were all shocked by this sudden change. They wanted to step forward to help, but they were forced to back away as soon as they approached.

These fine silver needles seemed fragile, but in fact they were not able to handle them at all. Just as they approached, the skin on their bodies was pierced, and dense blood spots appeared.

"Boom!"

A large number of silver needles gathered together and struck again, still unable to shake Yang Ming, but was completely defeated by swinging the knife.

"Who is sneaky and dare not show up, is it shameful!"

Yang Ming gave a loud shout, and the long knife in his hand slashed straight towards the corridor where the opponent was.

"Boom!"

The next moment, more than half of the corridor collapsed, and at the same time, Yang Ming's figure suddenly disappeared on the spot.

A large number of silver needles gathered and flew straight into the air, piercing Yang Ming's body in place.

And Yang Ming's body has been drawn into a line and rushed towards the opponent.

In the collapsed dark corridor, there was another crackling sound.

Different from the crisp sound of the previous collision, this is the sound of the two sides colliding with true energy at close range.

The powerful energy had nowhere to vent, it exploded in the narrow space, and rushed directly to the top.

The originally thick soil was forcefully washed out a big hole.

"not good!"

Ling Yanqiu gave a soft drink, and hurriedly pulled Su Huirong, Tie Mulan, Qin Jian and Bai Tong to the corner where she was.

"go!"

Ling Yanqiu involuntarily asked them to drill into a very narrow passage that was one and a half people tall.

Just as Qin Jian wanted to ask, a large amount of yellow wind and sand poured in directly from the big hole above that collapsed and burst!
In an instant, the space here was filled.

Before Qin Jian could finish speaking, his mouth was already covered with dust, and he almost choked to death. As soon as he closed his mouth, there was another creaking sound between his teeth, full of dust.

Almost instantly, a shadow was cast in front of their eyes, and they could not see clearly at all.

Fortunately, Ling Yanqiu caught a few people ahead of time and let them pull each other so that they would not lose their sense of direction.

Apparently, a massive sandstorm has taken hold of the immediate area.

They were hiding in the underground tunnel before, so they didn't feel much, but now the upper part collapsed and went straight to the ground, and the sandstorm poured in involuntarily.

The things that spread here are so terrifying, I can't imagine how terrifying the sandstorm on the ground is!
Ling Yanqiu was in front, got through the corridor, and soon led several people into the next space.

There were still sandstorms pouring in, and a layer of gravel was visible to the naked eye.

But their surroundings were already much smaller. Ling Yanqiu asked a few people to move things and completely blocked the half-person-high passage before they became quiet.

"Patriarch, he..."

Qin Jian and Bai Tong had just discussed a few words when Ling Yanqiu spoke.

"You don't have to worry. Your Patriarch's strength is extraordinary. This small sandstorm is not enough to pose a threat to him. If you go out, not only will you not be able to help, but it will become a burden."

Although Qin Jian and Bai Tong were dissatisfied, they also knew that what the other party said was reasonable, so they kept silent.

On the other side, almost at the moment when the corridor collapsed, two figures emerged from the ground.

It was Yang Ming and Feng Muyu.

Previously in the ground, there was not enough light, and both sides had qi shields, so they couldn't see clearly, but now they were on the ground, and a huge sandstorm suddenly enveloped them.

Looking around, the surrounding area is gray and yellow, and nothing can be seen clearly.

Even though Yang Ming's strength was extraordinary, he was still terrified in the center of Tianwei, which was constantly howling.

The true energy is released, and a few inches of space is propped up on the body surface, like a protective cover, isolating the wind and sand from the outside.

But in an instant, he was carried by the huge tornado and moved quite a distance, and he couldn't see the hole that popped out before.

Looking down, the yellow sandy ground under his feet seemed to come alive, and it seemed that there were tens of thousands of monsters in it.

Countless sand dunes are constantly moving and deforming, like flowing liquid, constantly changing the landform with the wind and sand.

"Fuck!"

The moment Yang Ming subconsciously pulled out the knife, hundreds of fine silver needles were mixed in the wind and sand and came towards Yang Ming.

In such an environment, if they want to fight, they rely entirely on their thoughts and perceptions, and their eyesight and ears are almost completely closed.

The opponent is also in the realm of concentrating mind into soul!
Yang Ming judged it instantly.

It's just that the opponent's unsuitable sword intent or sword intent is concentrated, and it is obvious that the opponent's weapon is this weird silver needle.

(End of this chapter)