Chapter 170: The Third Realm of Sword Heart

Ye Yang said: "In three months, I will go to the Huang family to look for you."

After this incident, everyone separated. Ye Yang took off the Elephant Demon Fist, shrank his body, called for the Sun Flying Turtle, and returned to the Feitian Sect.

As soon as he came back, Ye Yang felt that the atmosphere in Feitian Sect was a little different.

After seeing him, many people kept staring at him and whispering, which made Ye Yang feel quite surprised and didn't know what happened.

Ye Yang returned to the house. Before leaving the sect, he exchanged the Herbs and Trees Technique for Xiuya. During this period of time, Xiuya practiced diligently, and his body became more nourished and slimmer.

His whole body was full of spiritual energy, and the evergreen vegetation appeared. It was obvious that he had begun to practice.

The plants, trees and elixirs in the courtyard were all well taken care of by her and were flourishing.

Seeing Ye Yang coming back, she patted her plump chest, walked over quickly, and said worriedly.

"Sir, please leave quickly. There is a sword madman in the sect. He insists on having a sword showdown with you?"

"You want me to compete with you?"

Ye Yang immediately thought of the scene where the real person came, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

Xiu Ya quickly spoke again: "That man seems to be called Luo Changsheng, and his origin is mysterious. The so-called senior in the real world turned out to be his protector.

"And he defeated Elder Ge in a head-on sword fight. I don't quite understand. It seems he used some kind of Heart Sword."

"Heart Sword?"

Ye Yang was surprised. This was the sword in his heart. It could cut through the sky with one sword, and it could ignore any defense. It could use all things in nature as swords, with wind, water, trees and wood as its external manifestations, and cut through people's hearts. out.

It can be called an extremely terrifying secret of swordsmanship.

He carefully thought about how to deal with it. He practiced the secret method of practicing both swords and swords, not just swordsmanship.

Why does the other party keep holding on to him?

Ye Yang was puzzled and was thinking of a solution when suddenly a soaring sword sound sounded in the Feitian Gate. The sound of the sword sound entered the sky, like countless sharp swords whistling.

The next moment, a sword light flew from outside, extremely bright, as if it was a sharp energy rushing straight into the sky, and soon it arrived in the courtyard.

"Are you Ye Yang, the master of both swords and swords?"

A deep voice came out. The voice was not loud, but the words sounded like the sound of a sword, showing extremely profound sword skills.

"This is Ye Yang, I don't know what fellow Taoist calls me."

"Luo Changsheng."

Then, he continued: "I heard that you are good at swordsmanship. Today I will test whether you are as powerful as the rumors say."

Ye Yang said: "I was captured by a traitor before I went down. I was seriously injured and my muscles and veins were severed. I can no longer use the sword!"

"I do not believe."

The young man smiled arrogantly and attacked quickly like an unsheathed sword.

His speed was so fast that he was in front of Ye Yang in just an instant, making it difficult for the naked eye to catch anything.

However, what surprised the young man was that Ye Yang did not fight back. Instead, he gently closed his eyes and did not resist at all, letting the sword point at his throat.

If this sword had gone down even half an inch, Ye Yang would have been killed on the spot.

"You won't fight back?"

"I am seriously injured and cannot fight anymore. If you fight back, you will lose. If you don't fight back, you will lose."

"Aren't you afraid that my sword will penetrate another three inches and kill you?"

Closing his eyes, Ye Yang said: "If you're not afraid, you won't be either?"

"How do you know I don't know how to do it? What if I do it anyway?"

After he finished speaking, he pressed the sword forward a little more, and the tip of the sword had already touched Ye Yangdao's throat.

There were already some blood stains on it.

"What you're asking for is just to sharpen the sword's heart, and even if you kill me, it won't make the sword's heart make any progress."

"If I just have a whim, I don't mind having another dead soul under the sword."

"That's not what a true swordsman does."

"It's not the swordsman's fault. This is a pulse-shaping pill that can reshape the meridians and extend the body. Take it and fight with me."

The Pulse Shaping Pill is expensive and extremely rare on the market. It can help people expand their muscles and veins and activate their flesh and blood. It is as precious as the Martial Arts Golden Pill.

They are all priceless treasures that can be seen on the market but cannot be found.

But the most precious thing about this thing is not that it can improve a person's qualifications, because the stronger the meridians of the body, the more mana it can carry.

Ye Yang was hesitating whether to answer it or not. The young man had already thrown the bottle of Pulse Shaping Pill in front of him.

"Take it quickly, don't worry about mother-in-law, mother-in-law, heal your injuries quickly, and fight with me."

Ye Yang knew that in terms of pure swordsmanship, he was far inferior to this young man. The opponent's master was famous, and even famous swordsmen like Ge Canhong were defeated by the opponent.

My own swordsmanship has only touched the realm of practicing swordsmanship, how can I win?

Then he said: "To be honest with what my fellow Taoist said, I am actually better at using knives than swords."

After finishing speaking, he waved the ghost-headed seven-ring knife in his hand. This knife had been used by Ye Yang for many years and beheaded countless enemies.

On the ghost's head, red eyes flashed, and the large rings collided like a ring, making a banging collision sound.

Luo Changsheng smiled coldly: The techniques of swords and swords are basically the same, so you can use a sword. "

Ye Yang shook his head: "It's not that I don't have to use it, but that I can't."

Luo Changsheng shook his head, with a trace of regret in his eyes: "I have never forced others to do something difficult for me. If you and I don't respond, it is both my loss and your loss."

Ye Yang clasped his fists. Although this young man was born of noble origin, he did not have any particularly bad habits: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, fellow Daoist."

After speaking, Luo Changsheng turned into a sword light and a rainbow and left, showing his extremely profound sword cultivation.

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Seeing this evil star leave, even the Vein Shaping Pill was not taken away. Ye Yang couldn't help but sigh and gently picked up the bottle of pills.

The other party was indeed rich and powerful. He gave away the treasure equivalent to the Martial Fortune Golden Pill.

After this evil star left, Ye Yang went to the Formation Hall to find Master Su and took the Water Mist Wind Phase Formation from him.

This formation has four formation flags and a formation plate made of green stone the size of a palm.

Ye Yang dropped the formation plate into the old bluestone well. The spiritual energy around was extremely rich. Once the formation flags were laid, he felt that the world was heavy. Countless thick white gas rushed into the sky and filled the courtyard, and the figure inside could not be seen clearly.

And the spiritual energy around was gradually becoming richer.

That night, Ye Yang was just about to sleep in his clothes.

Suddenly, he felt that the formation in his courtyard seemed to be attacked by someone.

He frowned, not knowing where the mistake was, so he held the scaly demon elephant in his hand, and then stood at the weak point of the formation and waited carefully.

After a while, the formation that had just been arranged fluctuated, and then a black hole the size of a grain of rice appeared inside.

Immediately afterwards, the black hole suddenly expanded to the size of a fist, and then a young man in white clothes and holding a long sword entered the courtyard.

"This formation is really weak, and I have wasted the formation-breaking beads my father gave me."

The young man pouted and complained in a low voice, as if he was looking for a target.

The next section, he seemed to sense that someone was looking at him, and when he looked up, he found that it was a young man with a burning gaze and a sword on his back.

The man looked at him with a slightly cold face and a dark face: "Fellow Daoist Luo, you have crossed the line."

This house is owned by Ye Yang himself, and it is also his private place.

Even though this person has a powerful background, he used the Destruction Formation to come and spy on other people's privacy, which is a taboo in the cultivation world.

When Ye Yang saw through him, Luo Changsheng showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, but then he straightened his face and said: "Who told you not to fight with me? Besides, do you know how precious my Destruction Formation Bead is? I feel I am losing out."

The Destruction Formation Bead is specially used to break the cave of ancient cultivators. It is rare and its value is not much less than that bottle of Vein Shaping Pill.

"This is not a reason for you to break into someone else's private house."

"What kind of reason do you want me to give."

After saying that, the man rushed over quickly. Before Ye Yang could react, a snow-white sword, like lightning, pierced his heart directly.

Ye Yang frowned, urged his body skills, and jumped onto the old persimmon tree in the yard.

"If you have the guts, don't run away. Fight me head-on."

As he spoke, his sword energy was stimulating, and the strong sword intent kept radiating outwards. His hair was disheveled, and he looked crazy, with crazy eyes.

Ye Yang felt something was wrong. He finally knew why the other party was willing to break the formation and fight with him.

The other party had reached the critical stage of sword heart enlightenment, and now he urgently needed someone to be a whetstone to help him break through the barrier of the last level.

The other party was at the critical stage of establishing the sword heart, and the surroundings seemed to have been tampered with by someone before, forming a space barrier that was completely isolated from the outside world.

No matter how he shouted, it didn't work at all.

Ye Yang's heart sank slightly, and a tall purple-faced figure appeared. It was the strong man in the realm of real people.

These two people were obviously well prepared.

Luo Changsheng's sword energy was stimulating, his willpower was amazing, and his state was crazy. He suddenly killed with sharp sword light.

Ye Yang drew his sword to block the blow. His ghost-headed seven-ring sword was very powerful and had an extraordinary force. He resisted the sword move, but in an instant, another sword hit Ye Yang's right arm at a strange angle.

The angle was tricky and there was no way to avoid it.

The opponent only remembered to attack, and every move was fatal. Ye Yang could only fight back with the greatest force.

The moment the two objects collided, the two had fought for hundreds of moves in the rain of swords and knife lights.

"Okay, you are not bad!"

The masters knew the strength of the other party in an instant.

Just now, Ye Yang killed with a flash of sword light, which actually made him feel a little scared.

"Not bad! Come again."

Luo Changsheng swung his sword, and the sword light surged, swallowing more than ten feet long.

He roared: "I have only sought the way of swords in my life, why can't you fight with me happily?"

Ye Yang retreated violently, and the sword in his hand quickly hit the opponent's wrist.

Luo Changsheng's face changed, and he used his sword to dissipate the force. Countless sword lights turned into cotton and silk threads and rushed towards Ye Yang.

He naturally only wanted to fight to the fullest and break through to the realm of sword heart enlightenment, but Ye Yang had no intention of fighting to the death.

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