Xiaobai Wandering the World of Martial Arts

"I heard it's hard to be nameless, Northern Sword Master"!" Bai Ziyang looked at the surroundings with a smile, and continued: "The scholar has been with Wuming's neighbor for seven years in the Zhonghua Pavilion, and although he hasn't made a move, he has already met. Naturally, the 'Northern Juggernaut' cannot be missed."

"Nameless!" The cloudy old eyes suddenly opened, and Duanlang took a step back in shock.

Seeing the young master's expression as usual, he lowered his head in shame, raised his head and then returned to his side... and stared at the sword master brazenly.

The Juggernaut looked at Duanlang and praised: "Not bad, not bad boy, is he your disciple?"

Before Bai Ziyang could open his mouth, Duanlang clasped his fists and said, "Young man Duanlang, you are the young master's book boy!"

"You're just a mere school boy? What a pity, what a pity you're a talented person." The Sword Master said, then turned to look at Bai Ziyang and asked, "You said Wuming is in the Zhonghua Pavilion?"

Nodding his head, Bai Ziyang asked, "Are you still obsessed with namelessness?"

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The second watch is still short of the third watch!Asking for flowers and tickets, it’s useless to keep them at the end of the month, big brothers! .

Chapter 20 Am I Not Worthy, Or Are You Worthy? "Please be sure! "

The sword master sighed: "In the world, besides Wuming, who else is worthy of this old man's sword?"

Bai Ziyang shook his head and said, "Although I'm not a swordsman, on the way of swordsmanship, if I ask myself, Wuming is worse than me."

The eyes of the Juggernaut shot out like sharp swords, and he asked in a deep voice, "You say Wuming is worse than you? Do you think Wuming is not as good as you?"

Bai Ziyang's expression remained the same, and he nodded calmly: "Hmm... that's a modest statement. If you let it go, Bai Ziyang will ask himself, everyone in the world is worse than me, and everyone in the world is not as good as me."

Duanlang stared at the young master in astonishment, although he was extremely surprised, he seemed to yearn for it, wishing that one day he could be like the young master... and speak such a magnificent speech.

"Hahahahaha..."

As if hearing a big joke, the sword master raised his jaw, followed by his white beard, and laughed freely.

After a long while...he said coldly: "What a place where everyone in the world is close, who is not as good as you, what an arrogant scholar Bai Ziyang. Do you know what will happen if you show your tongue in front of this old man?"

Bai Ziyang didn't answer, but instead sighed: "Everyone doesn't believe it, but after going through all kinds of things, I believe it myself. I believe that soon...you will believe it too."

That is, when the words just fell, or before they fell.

The sword intent that broke through the sky came in an instant, and a wooden sword appeared in the sword master's hand. The wooden sword moved at the same time, and saw the wooden sword slash in the air, a sword energy was stimulated from the sword master, and a blue light flashed.

Holy Spirit Sword Art·Sword Eighteen.

This sword of Youqing contains the affection of the Juggernaut. It looks warm and affectionate, but it is extremely dangerous. This is the most powerful and powerful sword of the Juggernaut Youqing.

Bai Ziyang pointed his fingers upright to form a sword, and with a wave of the wind, it condensed into a solid white glowing spiritual sword, cast like a rainbow, like the divine sword breaking through the clouds and lifting the sky, it immediately wiped out the glow of the sword master's sword.

When the sword is released this time, it will be decided to compete, it is too late to use the sword again, so it can only be avoided by flying.

A white sword energy traversed the wooden house behind him and flew across the valley. The surrounding environment seemed to be dyed white at this moment, as if the ground was covered with frost and the extreme north was icy cold.

Even Duanlang felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet.

"It's Young Master's 'Flying Cloud Style' 々‖!" He widened his eyes to avoid missing a drop, and hurriedly followed the figure with his eyes.

From a bird's eye view, the Sword Master knew in his heart that someone was tyrannical, so he no longer held back his hands, the sword energy was regenerated, and the swordsmanship of life was instantly swayed.

The sword energy raged in the valley, the grass bowed its head, and the pool water swayed with strands of thin lines!

The long sword transformed by the blue light in the sky came straight.

In the blink of an eye, the Juggernaut has already swung more than ten swords, but the man is still standing there, smiling lightly, unaware, unaware, that slightest smile is like the greatest irony in the world.

Swooping down, the Juggernaut wanted to cut down the madman.

However, it seems to be deeply immersed in the beauty of ink and wash, and endless bursts of heaven and earth suddenly burst out, seemingly wanting to annihilate all living beings.

First, a white thread from the sky knocked down his sword energy, and then another, three, ten...

It was a sword and arrow, it came out like a meteor, and it came out like a shower.

After a while, the sword energy wielded by the sword master has been completely wiped out, but there are still many sword arrows with white tails.

"Twenty-two swords!"

The Juggernaut finally used the strongest ruthless sword Twenty-Two. With this sword, the Juggernaut's eyes are already extremely cold, which is daunting.

The horizontal sword energy blocked Bai Ziyang's "falling star pose", even if he fell safely, how can he feel at ease?

The old eyes, which had been wide open, suddenly shrunk, and the eyes became dull.

He was still standing there, his white clothes were like snow, and his silver threads were like waterfalls... But the white man was covered by a dazzling and soul-catching edge.

Seeing it is far away, coming from a distance, when the Juggernaut wants to attack with another sword move... the sharp edge is so close, it does not allow him to make any reaction or move.

Once the edge was gone, his wooden sword was still in front of him...but the white beard behind the wooden sword fell down.

With a slight movement, the wooden sword also split into two.

The Juggernaut murmured: "Cracked without a trace? I lost!"

Bai Ziyang said with a smile: "The only opponent in your heart is Wuming. He has been working for more than ten years, but he is only obsessed with him. Your narrow-sightedness is especially ridiculous. Fortunately, Wuming is a good opponent."

Not only was he defeated, but he was also extremely humiliated, his beard was shaved, and his wooden sword was broken. He was not killed or injured. How could he endure such a humiliating battle after years of seclusion.

That person just stood up and made three swords, just random three swords!

Seeing his confusion and loneliness, Bai Ziyang shook his head and sighed in disappointment.