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

In the battles Yang Ming has experienced, he has seen many enemies, but this is the first time he has seen someone using such a strange weapon.

Not one or two needles, but densely packed, covering the sky and covering the sky. The silver needles participating in the attack now are estimated to be several thousand. They are as thin as a cow's hair, and they come and go without trace.

Because it is thin enough and small in size, the speed is fast, and the air resistance is reduced to the lowest level between travels.

Coupled with the opponent's extremely strong zhenqi, even in such a sandstorm, the silver needle was still not disturbed, but mixed in the sand, which increased the thrill.

Yang Ming's body condensed a large number of transparent swords, which flew up and down under the initiative of the sword soul, protecting Yang Ming's body tightly.

Countless sand and dust rushed towards him, but they were all easily blocked by his protective qi.

Yang Ming's gaze kept searching around, and all he could see was the flowing yellow. The viewing distance was greatly compressed, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

In this kind of sandstorm, not to mention distinguishing the environment, the sense of direction is eroded. The front, back, up, down, left, and right are equally cloudy, and it is not even clear where the ground is.

call out!
Just as Yang Ming was observing, an ear-piercing sound of piercing the air came.

Yang Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he drew out his knife like lightning, slashing to the front.

A silver shuttle as thick as an arm was stopped, humming and rolling out, and immediately stabilized.

With the appearance of the silver shuttle, the countless silver needles that had been surrounding Yang Ming's attack gathered around as if they had found their backbone.

really!

Just as Yang Ming guessed, the opponent's hundreds of silver needles were just appetizers. Although the fight was lively, it was still not enough lethality against a strong enemy.

Yang Ming has always felt that this enemy's strength is not inferior to his own, and the power of the opponent's weapon is naturally not so simple.

Now it seems that the opponent's main weapon should be this silver shuttle.

At the moment of the fight just now, the soul of the sword in Yang Ming's body trembled, as if the counter-shock force of the two men's hands directly penetrated into the soul of the sword.

This is not only a contest of external force and true energy, but also a collision of souls!
Thinking of this, Yang Ming's gaze became more serious.

At the same time, the eyes looked in one direction.

After making some adjustments, Yinshuo made another surprise attack.

At the same time, Yang Ming's sword soul has already sensed it, and it seems that the other party has come very close.

Sure enough, following the attack of the silver shuttle, a figure appeared in the yellow sand all over the sky.

Feng Muyu!
Yang Ming swung his knife to block again, but the tail of Yinshuo was caught by Feng Muyu who suddenly approached.

With the silver shuttle in hand, its changes are endless, changing from one to ten in an instant, and attacking from several incredible angles.

Yang Ming's sword technique was fully exerted, and it also exerted shocking power, because it was too fast, forming countless phantoms.

ding ding ding...

The sound of each collision between the two of them was so dense that it almost became a complete long cry.

This is the reason why they fought many times in a short while.

The two of you came and went in the sandstorm, neither of them took a step back, and they used all their moves. Almost all the essence of Yang Ming's saber technique was poured out in this short period of time, turning into the sharpest and most exquisite Sword move.

But even so, the opponent did not fall behind.

And it was also now that the two of them finally got a close look at their opponents.

Both Feng Muyu and Yang Ming were amazed at each other's youth!
Feng Muyu couldn't accept it even more. He was born noble and always proud. He didn't believe that anyone could be like him and have such strength at a young age!

This is the kid!
Feng Muyu immediately understood that the target he was looking for was the other party, and now the incense burner he was carrying with him began to heat up, pointing directly at Yang Ming.

It must be the work of Long Yuan that the other party can have such a level!

Feng Muyu was sure again.

As long as he got the Dragon Yuan, he would definitely be able to touch the legendary realm!

Feng Muyu had never been so passionate about something.

Yang Ming could also see that the other party's expression was not right. Obviously, the other party came to him on purpose, and it was no accident that the two of them started fighting!
boom!
In the final blow, the treasured sword collided with the opponent's silver shuttle, and both of them flew upside down for a certain distance.

The suffocating fight finally came to an end, but those silver needles were still strangling with Yang Ming's sword around him.

"who are you!"

"Where is Long Yuan, hand it over obediently."

Feng Muyu and Yang Ming spoke almost at the same time.

After saying that, Yang Ming finally understood.

No wonder, the other party came for Long Yuan, that is...

Yang Ming couldn't help but recall the secrets he had learned back then.

Yang Yixing, the previous head of the family, suddenly disappeared, so he has nothing to do with him!

"A thousand-year-old family?"

Yang Ming muttered in a low voice, but the other party heard it.

Feng Muyu's silver shuttle kept turning between his fingers, and the corners of his mouth curled up obliquely.

"Hmph, you know some things, but it doesn't matter. If you obediently donate your dragon yuan, I can spare your life. Don't be like the last guy who fought us to the end."

Feng Muyu looked very arrogant.

Yang Ming's heart tightened, and he had already heard the meaning of the other party's words.

Sure enough, Yang Yixing's death was related to the other party!
Yang Ming didn't speak, and his face became more gloomy, but Feng Muyu had already seen his thoughts, and continued to speak.

"Want to know? It's okay to tell you. At the beginning, the three of us jointly set up a trap to lure that guy out, but we didn't expect to let him go. He killed dozens of us and killed the other two cores." Kill them all, and then die together."

Thinking of the great battle a few years ago, Feng Muyu gritted his teeth with hatred, but at the same time he was also a little terrified.

At the beginning, he didn't have the strength he has now, so he supported by the side and left a deep impression.

The previous Patriarch and Great Elder of their Feng family also died in this battle.

The core members of the other two thousand-year-old families were wiped out, and they were wiped out not long after the battle.

However, Feng Muyu didn't think their death was worthless.

At the level of their thousand-year-old family, ordinary martial arts battles can no longer arouse their interest. Feng Muyu is most concerned about how to break through the shackles and reach the legendary realm.

And Feng Muyu thought that he was the chosen one!The pride of heaven!

A Man of Destiny who is destined to lead the Feng Family to a whole new level!

They died in the process of finding their own way, and they died well.

Even for the head of the family and the elder, Feng Muyu thought so.

Pulling back his thoughts, Feng Muyu's body suddenly trembled, and an extremely disturbing, even dangerous feeling suddenly appeared.

As soon as Feng Muyu raised his head, he saw Yang Ming's eyes through the yellow sand.

Murder is boiling!
Feng Muyu couldn't help being taken aback.

Yang Ming's killing intent has never been so intense, and now, Yang Ming wants to avenge his cheap father!
Feng Muyu was very upset.

In his conception, Yang Ming is just a humble guy like an ant, a small episode in the process of exploring the legendary realm, and he doesn't deserve to let him take a look at him in the future, let alone let him consider his emotions.

But just looking at each other, Feng Muyu actually had the urge to run away.

Just for a moment, Feng Muyu immediately calmed down, feeling that he was thinking too much.

It was obvious that they had fought just now, and the opponent's strength was about the same as his own, and the sword soul was formed even later, so it was impossible to pose a fatal threat to himself.

What's more, Feng Muyu himself has a helper, who is sure to deal with him.

After thinking about it rationally, Feng Muyu calmed down immediately, even a little annoyed, planning to kill this kid after finding out the whereabouts of Long Yuan.

Contrary to Feng Muyu's reaction, Yang Ming was much more silent, staring at Feng Muyu, engraved his appearance in his mind, and then slowly wiped the blade of the precious knife in his hand.

"Death!"

Two words came from the yellow sand.

Feng Muyu's pupils suddenly shrank!
Yang Ming's figure has disappeared from the spot.

Feng Muyu immediately turned her head, concentrating her mind into a soul, sensing the direction of Yang Ming.

"Have it!"

The silver shuttle in Feng Muyu's hand pointed in one direction.

But he immediately realized that he had made a mistake. There was murderous intent coming from over there, but it wasn't Yang Ming.

On the other side, the chill that hit him shocked his soul.

Feng Muyu hurriedly changed direction.

But after rushing to empty space once, there was still nothing!
Above, the tip of Yang Ming's knife appeared.

"The good fortune clock is beautiful, and the yin and yang are at dusk!"

Following a line of verse, the precious sword in Yang Ming's hand exudes black and white colors, and the almost condensed knife gang spins rapidly in the air, driving a large amount of yellow sand to condense, and a pattern of a Tai Chi fish appears faintly.

This is a unique move after the family's sword technique Qianfeng Good Fortune Slash has reached a very high level.

It was only after Yang Ming broke through the Nine Heavens and condensed the soul of the sword that he could cast it.

The yellow sand that originally permeated the surrounding area was actually condensed by the huge suction force, which even caused their surroundings to suddenly become empty and much cleaner.

This……

Feng Muyu felt a huge sense of oppression and wanted to dodge, but a huge pressure locked the space around him, and he felt that if he retreated, he would be completely at a disadvantage!
"cut!"

Yang Ming actually climbed to the apex, and then fell with a single blow!

The silver shuttle in Feng Muyu's hand pointed straight up, and thousands of other silver needles gathered and circled around the silver shuttle, and then they went to meet them together.

But the nearby yellow sand was empty, and the field of vision was briefly widened. Not far away, there were also two people climbing on the flying flag mast and fighting.

One of them, Yang Ming, even knew him. It was Zhao Huaian who had met once!
As for the other person, he was wearing a silver python robe, his hair was flying wildly, and in his feminine aura, he carried a domineering aura that could not be ignored.

It is Yuhuatian, the governor of the West Factory.

The two obviously didn't expect that besides them, there would be someone else fighting in the sandstorm, so they couldn't help but pause and looked this way.

Just in time, I saw Yang Ming's shocking slash wrapped in a lot of yellow sand!
Below, Fengmu Yuyinshuo turned into a giant silver cone with a length of more than ten feet, and it went up to meet it.

boom!
Accompanied by a loud noise that made the eardrums tremble, a large amount of yellow sand that was originally sucked in exploded, flooding the surrounding space immediately.