"ah!"

Zhuan Mie finally couldn't help but scream.

He roared loudly, as if he wanted to shout out all his fears, and then

Draw your sword.

"The moon changes and the stars change."

The slender twin swords of Soul-Destroying Souls danced out like real and illusory sword shadows, and the swords were flying around Qin Yang. The sword light was like mercury pouring down on the ground, layer upon layer, covering Qin Yang and the horse under him.

"I've made some progress."

Qin Yang judged condescendingly, stretched out his hand and flicked his fingers to deflect the sword tip coming from the side.

Then,

"Dang Dang Dang"

The chirping sound of Qi Jin continued. Qin Yang either used his fingers to shake the blade of the sword, or directly used Qi Jin to bounce the blade of the sword that was out of reach of his arm. Even though the shadow of the Transforming Sword shrouded him, he was unable to hurt Qin Yang at all.

Not even the horse under him was injured at all.

The gap between the two sides is far wider than imagined.

Back in Nanshan County, Qin Yang and Zhuan Mie were facing each other, and they still needed some small tricks to confront each other. However, this time the two met again, it was Qin Yang who completely crushed Zhuan Mie, leaving him unable to fight back.

"That's it."

Qin Yang stretched out his hand, flexing his five fingers slightly like a divine dragon's claws to grasp the oncoming sword blade. He used his five fingers to firmly nail the slender sword body without letting the blade touch his fingers.

After all, it is a famous sword, and Qin Yang has no intention of comparing his fingers with famous swords. Even if his fingers are as strong as steel, if he encounters a sharp weapon that can cut steel, he will end up with a severed finger.

‘Perhaps it’s time to find suitable gloves.’ This thought flashed through Qin Yang’s mind.

Many of the powerful enemies he encounters have basically no weapons to break their defenses, but this does not mean that he will not encounter enemies armed with magic weapons in the future. Preparing suitable gloves can also avoid being caught off guard in the future.

While thinking about it, Qin Yang exerted force with his fingers, using the point of contact between his fingers and the sword as a fulcrum to throw away the demon.

Zhuan Mie spun twice in the air, landed on the ground and slid to Duan Shui's side, panting, staring at Qin Yang with dissatisfied eyes.

It was clear that they were evenly matched before, but now they are completely different. How could there not be a trace of confusion in Zhuan Mie's heart?

But even if he never recovers again, he still has to admit the reality. Compared with the arduous cultivation of Zenmie, Qin Yang is more like regaining his strength. He is moving towards the state of his previous life step by step and recovering step by step.

"If you really only have this little strength, you and the others won't be able to protect me." Qin Yang still sat on the horse and said with a smile.

The strength of Zhuan Mie is just like this. He can stand out in the early stages of refining qi and transforming into a god, but he is far behind the warriors who have "the spirit and qi go hand in hand", and even worse than Qin Yang.

As for Duanshui, he has almost reached the early stage of perfection and has begun to merge his spirit with the true energy, but compared with Qin Yang, it is still not enough.

If Xia Mo's Seven Swords were only of this level, it would be a bit disappointing.

"Then let me try it."

As soon as the sound fell, a strong wind started to rise. The strong and evil wind came from behind, and the released energy moved Qin Yang's clothes.

"Bang bang bang bang"

Qin Yang fell on the horse with his upper body, and quickly exchanged blows with the attacker, fists and palms colliding with each other as fast as a giant.

The newcomer's fists were roaring, and his moves were fierce and majestic when he launched them. All of his moves collided with Qin Yang's head on.

After nearly ten moves in the exchange, Qin Yang kicked off his feet, raised his body sideways, collided with the man's fists, made a loud roar, took advantage of the force, soared in the air, and landed floatingly on the ground.

Only then did he really see the appearance and dress of the visitor.

I saw that the man had a dull temperament and an unkempt beard, and he looked like an extremely ordinary charlatan. But this seemingly ordinary charlatan actually carried two extraordinary swords on his back.

"Black and white swords, Xuan Jian." Qin Yang slowly said the name of the one who came out.

Compared to Duan Shui and Zhuan Mie, who had not yet become famous not long after inheriting the famous sword, Xuan Jian's reputation was as loud as thunder.

In the past, a man with two swords wiped out the whole family of Qianren Mountain, and more than a thousand people died in his hands. Over the years, the killings have continued, and countless souls have been killed by the sword.

Its strength is reflected in refining Qi and transforming into God.

"Ma Xiaofeng, the 'Broken Jade Divine Fist' of the Ma family in the northwest, was considered a good fighter when I killed him back then. However, today he is unable to gain an upper hand against you. Your strength is really not that good.

It’s as simple as it seems.”

Xuan Jian said, putting down his fists, unclenching his fists, and the jade-breaking sharpness dissipated, "Next, let's try the disciple of the Beggar Clan's law enforcement elder. What he is good at is what you Beggar Clan's law enforcement elder."

His unique skill is the 'Big Thread Capture Hand'. When he died, he was only one step away from the 'Five Qi Chaoyuan', so be careful."

After the words fell, Xuanjian stretched out his hands and fingers, and threads of true energy were woven like a spider web, overwhelming the sky and the earth.

"The Great Abandoned Son's Captor, Shenlong bows his head."

Claw shadows appeared all over the sky, and the sharp claws tore through the air and tore the Qi threads with a sharpness comparable to that of a sword.

Under the force of the claw, the tiny zhenqi threads were unable to bear the edge and broke, but more threads were still taking shape, and they continued to form.

At the same time, Xuan Jian leaned closer, each of his ten fingers spawned a flexible silk thread, his claws flew, and the thin silk threads gave off an intimidating and fierce aura.

"Soft Silk Wind Slash."

"Never leave, never give up."

Qin Yang switched to the defensive and danced his claws into a wind wall to resist the tiny but sharp thread.

"Chichi!"

Qin Yang flew back quickly, spun around in the air, and landed seven feet away.

He gently wiped his cheek and wiped away a trace of blood. There was also a cut on his arm. It was very small, but it went deep into the skin. If it was a few minutes deeper, you could see the bone.

The "Big Silk Grasping Hand" is indeed the unique martial art of the law enforcement elder of the Beggar Clan. This grappling hand that seems to use softness to overcome strength is actually a combination of strength and softness. Even Qin Yang's current physical strength cannot stop it.

You must know that after Qin Yang completed his skin training, the toughness of his skin was comparable to that of a cow. After that, every time he improved his level, his skin was also greatly enhanced. The human body is a whole, and one move affects the whole body, and the bones and flesh are tempered.

, will also contribute to the toughness of the skin film.

After the union of soul and body, Qin Yang's defense power has increased significantly.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Qin Yang is lucky enough to protect himself now, his face can block ordinary swords and guns.

However, this face, which could withstand swords and guns, was cut directly by the thin zhenqi thread. If he hadn't dodged it in time, this handsome face would have been disfigured.

However, Qin Yang was more curious about Xuan Jian's current condition than the power of this "big silk seizing hand".

In the original work, the sword master of the black and white swords has the ability to schizophrenia, and his spirit is divided into eight personalities. The prototypes of these eight personalities are all the people Xuan Jian killed, and they are collectively called the "Eight Linglong".

Whenever a personality manifests, the body will also become that personality, and when that personality dies, the body that should have died will be restored with the emergence of another personality.

But this is only a description in the original work, and it is completely untenable in reality.

Qin Yang has never heard of people with schizophrenia having nine lives like cats.
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