Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

"It seems you know a lot." A figure walked out of the darkness.

"It's not too much, it's just that others know a little more. Of course, this little bit is enough." Yang Ming looked at Wei Zhuangdao, who was walking from the darkness into the light.

Before Yang Ming left Xianyang, he had heard that Qin Wangzheng had an additional swordsmanship teacher. However, he never thought that Yang Ming had not seen the successor of Zongjian in Xianyang, but he had met the successor of Hengjian in Xinzheng. Passed on.

"Your sword is good." When Yang Ming was sizing up Wei Zhuang, Wei Zhuang was also sizing up Yang Ming.

His aura is deep and far-reaching, he has good attainments in internal skills, and his sword is also a good one. This is a good opponent. With just a few glances, Wei Zhuang formed a preliminary understanding of Yang Ming in his mind.

"This sword is indeed good. After all, what she can give away is a first-class treasure in the world." Yang Ming looked at the Tianwen Sword in his hand and said.

How could the sword that was collected by Empress Dowager Xuan and given away by Zhao Ji be a mortal thing.

"If you also want to take back these people, it's not impossible." Wei Zhuang looked at the people in the courtyard and said.

"I think I already know what you are going to say. Coincidentally, I also want to see what kind of sword the legendary shark tooth sword is and what kind of person its owner is." Yang Mingdao.

Yang Ming had already seen the vertical sword skill from the old guy Gongsun Yu. At that time, he was able to follow up with the hundred-step flying sword that was sure to kill with the support of the military, but was it Wei Zhuang? But there is still a big gap between him and his uncle.

Although he is domineering across all directions, it also depends on the person. Now Wei Zhuang has not achieved great success in building up his strength, but he is still far from it.

"The price of looking at the sword may be the price of life." Wei Zhuang said.

This is a good opponent. Wei Zhuang's hands holding the sword behind his back are already a little excited.

"The most wonderful things in the world are the things worth spending your life to see." Yang Mingdao.

"You are very popular with me, for that matter..." Wei Zhuang couldn't help but have a smile on his lips as he spoke. He hadn't met such an interesting person for a long time since he left Senior Brother Yu, especially that person. This style of speaking is really to my liking.

"Won't you hold back?" Yang Ming intercepted Wei Zhuang's words.

The smile on Wei Zhuang's lips couldn't help but freeze. At this moment, he seemed to understand the feelings of his previous opponents, which was really annoying.

"Not bad." Wei Zhuang said firmly with a breath stuck in his chest.

"What a coincidence, I think so too." Yang Ming said with a smile, the people under Guigu's sect are quite interesting to talk about.

This time, Yang Ming's response was no longer words, but a domineering and swift sword. As soon as Yang Ming finished speaking, Wei Zhuang had already swung his sword and slashed at him.

To attack with a horizontal sword in order to gain advantage is to fight

Yang Ming holds the sword in one hand and greets him with the unsheathed Tianwen Sword. Wei Zhuang's horizontal sword technique is very domineering, powerful and heavy, and unusually domineering. However, this domineering power is nothing more than this in front of Yang Ming. Come.

Wei Zhuang struck down with a single blow, and the sword was not stopped. The demon sword Shark Tooth was swung by Wei Zhuang with a horizontal sword technique, as wild as the wind and as fierce as the waves.

The momentum was overwhelming and murderous. Wherever the sword energy passed, it left deep sword marks on any object it came into contact with.

As fast as lightning and changing in many ways, the sword light floated, causing those who had already avoided it to close their eyes subconsciously. The sword light was too strong and heartbreaking, and the sword energy was too cold and terrifying.

Every move is fatal, and one after another is the fragility of life.

I might have left behind a whole corpse while I was there? This was the only thought of everyone who kept retreating at this time.

But under Wei Zhuang's sword, Yang Ming was truly motionless. No matter how powerful the sword was, Yang Ming took it steadily. From the beginning to the end, the Tianwen Sword was not even unsheathed. .

Yang Ming's behavior, in Wei Zhuang's view, was even more of a provocation. The attack speed of the shark-tooth sword in his hand became fiercer. As the sword energy flew across the sky, one person was unable to dodge. He was hit in the shoulder on the spot, and one of his arms was broken off. The screams also added a bit of cruelty to this contest. It was not just gorgeous to look at, but truly deadly.

Suddenly, Wei Zhuang jumped up, catching the swooping force from above, and slashed horizontally with the shark-tooth sword in his hand. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal. Although it was just one sword, the sword force contained four changes, virtual and real. During the transition, all of Yang Ming's four directions had been blocked.

This sword, named Transverse, blocks all four directions with its sword force. If the enemy dodges, he can only dodge one of them. The other three sword forces will merge into one and become a sure-kill sword. If the opponent does not dodge, he will face this sword directly. A sword that is extremely domineering can also lead to death. This is the ultimate sword in the horizontal sword technique.

It is impossible for one person to block one sword and four moves, but what if there are four people?

When Wei Zhuang slashed across the four directions from a high position, Yang Ming's figure flashed, and suddenly four figures appeared under Wei Zhuang's sword.

"It's just a little identity shadowing technique."

"Zheng!"

There was a sound, and then there were four voices. In Wei Zhuang's sight, the shadowy being actually counterattacked at the same time, catching all his sword power and sword energy, and as the four figures turned into one, Following the clanging sound of the sword energy, a ray of moonlight sword energy slanted out, showing a reversal of momentum, sweeping from the ground to the sky.

Yang Ming's swordsmanship can only be regarded as second-rate. He has exhausted all the techniques but has no sword power. It is precisely because of this that his sword energy is not as domineering as Wei Zhuang's horizontal sword sword energy, but Yang Ming's internal strength is too deep and profound. To the extent that it surpasses ordinary masters.

As the saying goes, great strength can produce miracles, and this was exactly the case for Yang Ming at this time.

Since quality cannot dominate, then quantity wins.

Facing Yang Ming's sword swing, the wave of sword energy that rolled back like the sea water, even the fierce and fearless Wei Zhuang couldn't help but feel a numb scalp. Among the swordsmen he had fought against, he had never... I have seen people like Yang Ming. His swordsmanship is obviously not very strong, but the frenzy of sword energy driven by the body's internal force makes people's scalp numb.

Wei Zhuang danced the shark-tooth sword to the limit. In the afterimages, the sword energy crisscrossed and turned into a large net to cover himself, like an indestructible rock, standing in the ocean of Yang Ming's sword energy.

"Even a top-notch master can't bear such a waste of internal energy. Let's see how long you can hold on." Wei Zhuang, who was forced to be on the defensive, sneered in his heart.

In this battle, he still has the determination to win. In his opinion, Yang Ming is not his opponent in terms of swordsmanship. He only relies on his deeper internal strength. But what a swordsman is not afraid of the most is the enemy's internal strength. Deep, no matter how deep the inner strength is, it cannot stop the swordsman's killing sword.

However, Wei Zhuang obviously overthought it. Yang Ming's internal strength was indeed limited, but this limit was beyond his imagination. Therefore, under Yang Ming's continuous offensive, the opportunity Wei Zhuang was waiting for never appeared.

On the contrary, it was Yang Ming who saw the opportunity he wanted to see.

In the frenzy of sword energy, Yang Ming's figure suddenly disappeared. Wei Zhuang, who vaguely felt something, suddenly raised his head and looked above him. There seemed to be a shadow in the moonlight, a human shadow.

There he was, what a quick identity. Wei Zhuang's eyes narrowed, and he heard the sound of a sword in the figure that seemed to merge with the bright moon under the night sky.

The sound is clear and light, and the breath is solemn and quiet.

"Across all directions." Wei Zhuang shouted loudly, and as the shark-tooth sword danced in his palm, the sword energy that transcended all directions and condensed the domineering sword energy burst through the air, met in the air, and turned into a black dragon with sword energy and faced the air. Above, the dragon horns, dragon teeth, and dragon claws are composed of condensed sword energy. They are extremely sharp. Even a piece of scale is filled with sword energy.

As long as the enemy is brushed aside by the sword energy black dragon, endless sword energy will surge out and destroy them, unless the sword energy black dragon is completely avoided.

But can the Sword Qi Black Dragon escape? Of course not, the Hengjian swordsmanship exhausts all ways to change space. Under the Hengjian sword force, wherever the sword energy points is within the attack range.

If the limit of the Hundred-step Flying Sword is a sword that transcends time, then the sword that travels in all directions is a sword that controls space.

Wei Zhuang's journey across all directions has been completed, which is indeed terrifying, but what does all this have to do with Yang Ming?

Facing the falling moonlight, Wei Zhuang narrowed his eyes slightly. At the end of his sight, the Tianwen Sword slashed vertically with the moonlight. At that moment, Wei Zhuang felt the presence of a sword force, and it was still an unfamiliar one. Across all directions, the sword moves in a domineering manner.

At the end of Wei Zhuang's sight, the sword with the moonlight rippling suddenly collided with the black dragon of sword energy that traveled across all directions. Since his debut, his sword that had always been indestructible across all directions was actually struck by a sword. Slashed open, in the struggle between the moonlight and black, the sword energy black dragon did not hit the mark with one sword. The scattered sword energy set off a sword energy storm in the air, sweeping in all directions. Fortunately, this is the air, There is no need to worry about hurting anyone, but just because people are not hurt does not mean that other things can also be supreme.

When the sword energy storm reverses, the first thing to suffer is the roof. Wherever the sword energy passes, it is like a raging wind. In the blink of an eye, it is a mess, and it loses its original appearance until it completely disappears between heaven and earth.

Fortunately, when the black dragon of sword energy was broken, the sword of moonlight also disappeared between heaven and earth, and heaven and earth completely returned to peace.

"Is there an enemy in my cross-border sword?" Wei Zhuang narrowed his eyes, and there was a clear fact in front of him: no one can lose to the cross-border sword.

Wei Zhuang dodged back and landed firmly on the roof. He looked at Yang Ming, who had also landed on the top of the tree, looking down at him, and Tian Wen, who was already unsheathed in his hand. He felt slightly uncomfortable and said : "Your sword is very good."

"Is it a sword or a move?" Yang Ming returned the sword and put it in its sheath.

"The sword is a good sword, and the moves are also good." Wei Zhuang also returned the sword and sheathed it.

"I think so too." Yang Ming laughed. It was not easy to get Wei Zhuang to say such a sentence.

"What's the name of this move?" Wei Zhuang asked.

"The circle is nine levels, which camp can save it." Yang Ming said.

Wan means nine levels, which camp can measure it? It is taken from the meaning of "The system of heaven is said to be nine levels, who has ever gone around to measure it". It is after Yang Ming asked the first sword of "Ming Zhao and Fang An, who can reach the extreme" The second sword of Tianwen, the second sword of Tianwen, understood by Yang Ming and Nongjia Grandmaster Bu Zhou, is the sword of space.

The nine layers of the celestial body are boundless and infinite, so how should we measure them?

This was Qu Yuan's question, but Yang Ming answered with his sword: It's about being a human being.

Although the ninth level of the celestial body is boundless and infinite, no matter how it moves, the people who observe it and explore it will always be at its center. The place where Yang Ming's sword cuts is also the place where the people between the nine levels of the celestial body are. One sword will determine the person.

If the Guigu sect's horizontal sword technique is a space sword technique, and the cross-all directions sword is a space sealing sword, then Yang Ming's Tianwen second sword is a space-breaking sword.

"Tian Wen, seventh chapter." Wei Zhuang said. Of course, Guigu's disciples are not just reckless men who only know how to play swords. Wei Zhuang has also read "Tian Wen" by Qu Yuan of Chu State. Therefore, when Yang When Ming said this, Wei Zhuang reacted immediately.

"Yes, it is taken from Chapter 7 of Tianwen."

"A good move can lead to nine levels. Which camp can save it? When I read this, I also had similar doubts, but now I have the answer." Wei Zhuang clapped his hands and admired. Although he was arrogant, he was not arrogant. , Yang Ming's sword just now was enough to make him feel amazing.

"Of course it will be measured with the sword." Wei Zhuang said solemnly.

"Yes, but he also has another name. Although it is a bit tacky, it is a name that is more in line with my aesthetics." Yang Ming said.

"What's the name?" Wei Zhuang asked, now he was becoming more and more curious about Yang Ming and the sword in Yang Ming's hand.

"Zhan Tian Drawing Sword Technique, how about this name?" Yang Ming said proudly, as if he was proud of the sword move he thought of.

"The art of slaying the sky and drawing the sword?" Wei Zhuang was slightly startled when he heard this, and then thought for a moment and said: "The lost charm is not as good as the nine levels of the circle, which camp can save it."

"I don't know how to appreciate it." Yang Ming said helplessly as he once again experienced the generation gap in thinking between himself and the people in this world.

Wei Zhuang glanced at Yang Ming with a strange expression, Heng Jian held his hand and said politely: "Wei Zhuang is the descendant of Heng Jian from Guigu Sect."

"The world will meet, Xiongba." Yang Ming also returned the courtesy.

"Tianxiahui, Xiongba?" Wei Zhuang muttered silently, as if he was wondering whether there was such a sect in the world, and whether he had ever heard of this name.

"Don't think about it, you must have never heard of it." Yang Ming interrupted Wei Zhuang's thinking.

"Why is this?" Wei Zhuang asked.

"Because I made this up. There has never been a Tianxiahui in the world, let alone a person like Xiongba." Yang Ming said without any shame.

At this moment, Wei Zhuang had never thought that a person could be so annoying, and that this annoying person could actually compete with him in swordsmanship.

"My identity cannot be revealed yet, otherwise it will cause a lot of trouble. However, will this name be known to the world? It can appear soon." Yang Ming said.

In Xinzheng, there is night, the Iron Blood Alliance, and quicksand. Why can't the Tianxiahui appear?