Chapter 190 189. The Sky Did Not Give Birth to Me, Yang Ming, Douluo Is Like a Long Night

Shrek Academy.

A vague figure, holding a long sword.

Jianying is sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

The place where the sword shadow swings is like the trajectory of heaven and earth, with infinite mysteries, and every move and style contains profound swordsmanship.

After watching other people's training, the Huangdou team sat in rows under the green banyan tree, watching Yang Ming practice Dugu Nine Swords intently.

As the top swordsmanship among the martial arts novels of the Jin series, Dugu Nine Swords contains the Tao of a generation of swordsmanship masters, and it still shines brilliantly even in the Douluo Continent.

Just watching kung fu for a moment, even if Yu Tianheng and others had never practiced swordsmanship, it was an eye-opener, as if Yang Ming had opened a new door for them.

Broken Arrow!

Broken knife style!

Broken gun style!

broken palm...

There are nine moves in total, and each move has a unique skill to break through various moves. Each move follows the flaw and kills with one blow. The sword has a sharp edge that makes people dare not look directly at it, as if it will point directly at your chest in the next moment generally.

Yang Ming let out a soft shout, the sword light was shining, as if there were countless changes, and there were many sword shadows around him, blocking the water around him.

The speed at which Yang Ming drew his sword was so fast that he could hardly see his shadow. If it weren't for the strength of everyone present, it would be difficult for everyone present to keep up with the speed of Yang Ming's sword.

A sword pierced out, as fast as lightning.

The broken sword pose is aimed at a fast word. Youdao is the world's martial arts, only fast can't be broken. Yang Ming unconsciously used ghost shadow fascination at his feet.

The figure, the sword shadow, gradually formed a harmonious whole, regardless of each other.

Even though Yang Ming has kept the memory of Dugu Qiubai in his heart, every time he practices Dugu Nine Swords, he will always have new insights. Even now, he dare not say that he has practiced his swordsmanship to the peak.

Even so, it is a very boring thing to practice swordsmanship day after day and year after year. Ordinary people may not be able to bear it long ago, but Yang Ming enjoys it and does not feel tired at all.

In Douluo Continent, the strong are respected, and the weak do not have the ability to control their own destiny.

Although it has been thirteen years since he traveled to the Douluo Continent, Yang Ming's memory of reading the original work in the past has become quite vague, and he only remembers vaguely what happened.

But he knew very well in his heart that in a few years time, the Wuhundian might attack the Sanzong.

Once the Wuhun Palace emerges from the dormant period, tear off the usual disguise, and prepare to fight for the hegemony of the mainland, it is really that the Soul Emperor is not as good as a dog, the Soul Saint walks everywhere, and even Contra and Title Douluo stand at the top like this The strong ones will also appear one after another.

The time left for Yang Ming is actually running out, so Yang Ming cherishes the time in the academy more and more. If he can cultivate in a peaceful environment, he will never waste any time.

ten thousand years is too long, fight for now!

As the saying goes, men are often the most handsome when they are serious.

Of course, this is usually because the girl is too poor to find other advantages of the boy, so she is talking nonsense, but there is some truth to it.

A few drops of sweat dripped from the slanted bangs. Yang Ming retracted the sword into the sheath, and his stomach contracted and contracted, absorbing the oxygen in the air, and constantly emptying the stale air in the chest cavity.

Even if Yang Ming kicked him out of the fighting spirit arena in the Suotuo Great Soul Arena before, Dugu Yan still had to say a fair word. At this time, Yang Ming was full of masculine beauty .

Taking off the 500-jin heavy load on his back, Yang Ming took a break and saw Yu Tianheng and the others sitting under the banyan tree enjoying the cool, waved to them, and said:

"How about it, do you want to come and try our training method?"

Hearing this, Yu Tianheng's heart skipped a beat.

To be honest, watching Yang Ming train for a long time, he also felt a little itchy.

Standing up abruptly, Yu Tianheng patted away the fallen leaves stuck to his clothes, walked up to Yang Ming, and took the 500-jin tortoise shell from him.

Good weight!

This is the feeling that was fed back to Yu Tianheng at the first contact.

Yu Tianheng tried to carry the turtle shell on his back, and his shoulders seemed to be strangled by someone. The two thick hemp ropes sank deeply on his shoulders, leaving two marks, and Yu Tianheng gasped in pain. Take a breath.

The two legs were as heavy as if filled with lead water, and the knees were bent as hard as possible to remove the weight from the body.

Seeing Yu Tianheng struggling so much, Yang Ming couldn't help but said with concern:

"Are you OK?"

Yu Tianheng is also a top genius in Tiandou Royal Academy. Yang Ming is fine if he doesn't speak. Whenever he speaks, he immediately arouses the stubbornness and competitiveness deep in his heart. Two long puffs of smoke came out.

With great difficulty, he choked out a sentence from the depths of his throat:

"good!"

Because Yang Ming didn't use his soul power to protect his body, Yu Tianheng didn't use his soul power either. Otherwise, for a strong soul master like him, a weight of five hundred catties is nothing.

Yu Tianheng shouted loudly, and took a hard step.

"boom!"

Amidst the heavy footsteps, Yu Tianheng swayed, almost unable to maintain his balance.

Yang Ming had quick hands and quick eyes, and quickly reached out to the side to support Yu Tianheng from the embarrassment of falling on the spot.

With Yang Ming taking care of him, Yu Tianheng is a strong soul master after all, and after getting used to the weight of five hundred catties little by little, he can stagger and walk quickly.

Yes, you read that right.

Yu Tianheng finally learned to walk with a load!

Thinking that Yang Ming was carrying such a heavy load before, not to mention walking on his head, and walking like flying, Yu Tianheng's face was very ugly.

It turns out that the gap between me and Yang Ming is so big!

Dugu Yan's heart was almost on his mind, he squeezed the hem of his clothes nervously, and shouted:

"Tianheng, come on!"

Other teammates also encouraged Yu Tianheng one after another, saying loudly:

"Boss, come on!"

Encouraged by the team members, Yu Tianheng seemed to have a force born out of thin air, and it went smoother and smoother.

Ten minutes later, Yu Tianheng took off the tortoise shell and sat down on the ground. His shoulder was already bleeding from the rope. Fortunately, Ye Lingling came to treat him, otherwise he would definitely leave a scar.

"call!"

Yu Tianheng raised his head and let out a sigh of relief. Seeing Yang Ming carrying the tortoise shell to practice again, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Only after having tried the horror of turtle shell training, can he understand how difficult Yang Ming's relaxed and freehand performance was achieved through training.

Moreover, Yang Ming is only thirteen years old now!

Thinking of Yang Ming's extremely young age, Yu Tianheng couldn't help but have a question in his heart.

"Yang Ming, may I ask, what is the purpose of your hard training?"

Yang Ming paused slightly in his hands, then turned around and chuckled:

"Heaven did not give birth to me, Yang Ming, Douluo is like a long night forever."

"Since I came to this world, of course I have to start a big business."

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