The Sword Saint subconsciously lowered his head, looked at the bloody sword blade of the Fire Lin Sword, but asked in a daze: "You... didn't you use Sword Twenty-Two just now?"

"You still feel relieved when you hear this?" Li Yang asked back.

"You don't know how to use the sword twenty-two." The Sword Saint's tone was really relieved.

What does this mean?

What Li Yang said just now was to disturb his state of mind. He would never be able to learn the twenty-two swords he had worked hard to create at a glance.

Li Yang suddenly smiled, "It turns out that you care more about this. Indeed, your sword twenty-two is a bit difficult."

"That's natural, I'm twenty-two swords." After the sword saint said that, he suddenly saw a strong burst of sword energy burst out from Li Yang's Huolin sword.

This sword energy?

Sword...twenty-two?

As soon as this thought flashed through the sword saint's mind, he saw that Li Yang had disappeared from the powerful and dazzling sword energy. Then, three figures of Li Yang holding the Fire Lin Sword appeared.

It's just a flash in the pan.

It soon collapsed on its own.

He had to disintegrate because Li Yang could not have Sword Twenty-Two at all. He had already reversed the Sword Twenty-Two through the Ming Dynasty, but he only touched the general outline of Sword Twenty-Two. He had just seen the complete version of Sword Twenty-Two personally used by the Sword Saint, and his insights became deeper. This is why he is now a sword Twenty-Two that is inappropriate and has only three points of power.

No, it doesn't even have three points.

His sword Twenty-Two move was to create phantoms with extreme speed and stimulate vision with dazzling sword energy. Then he gave birth to three figures, which were completely a flower-like manner. Apart from looking like it, he had no power. Let's just say that, what he showed now was not Sword Twenty-Two, but speed.

Until now, Li Yang couldn't figure out how the nine real figures of the Sword Saint were able to do it.

But he still looked calm and composed. "This move is indeed a bit difficult than the previous few moves. You can only learn this at first glance. Maybe you can learn it by looking at it again. Two eyes may still be difficult, three eyes are almost the same."

Li Yang can always say things that make people feel interesting and comfortable, and can also say things that make people desperate and give up.

The sword saint's eyes gradually showed a gray look. His original spirit was gone as soon as he appeared. The bleak autumn wind blew, messing up his neatly trimmed hair and beard, making him look embarrassed. His straight waist also bent invisibly decadently.

"My Sword Twenty-Two... It's so unbearable..."

He murmured, and in an instant, a look of twilight appeared on his body, as if he had become ten years older in an instant.

"You lost." Li Yang's voice sounded in his ears like a curse.

“Full promise.”

"What...promise?" asked the Sword Saint in absent mind.

Li Yang smiled, and was angry, "Do you really think you won, but you actually forgot such an important thing? Okay, I'll tell you, go to Yunniang's grave and kowtow in mourning. I'm afraid you've forgotten who Yunniang is? She was the maid you killed last month and couldn't even move you at all."

I couldn't move you at all before.

Now you have to kneel down and kowtow.

This is Li Yang's heart-killing punishment.

He always felt that he was not a cruel person.

He doesn't like being a ruthless person.

Because ruthless people usually have a painful past, or a painful future, and are more likely to be the present.

It needs to be exchanged for a heavy price.

So Li Yang doesn't like being a ruthless person.

But this does not mean that he will not be ruthless. Once he acts ruthless, he is often more ruthless than ruthless people.

"Let's go, the mourning clothes are ready long ago, and they are in the yard." Li Yang's plain tone made people feel no sense of revenge.

You can't even find the excuse to refuse, regret, or to cause trouble.

The Sword Saint can't be found.

If Li Yang showed arrogance and malicious revenge, perhaps he could fight back. People in the martial arts world would only say that he was forced and could not bear it anymore.

Some people really can't help it.

"Your Excellency has won, why bother to fight each other?" Jian Chen said loudly.

Li Yang turned around and looked.

Everyone looked over.

Jian Chen walked out of the crowd, his handsome face full of justice, "As a senior, Sword Saint is old and is too old, and he is reasonable, so you."

"Fart!" Li Yang suddenly shouted.

Everyone was shocked.

Why did he suddenly get angry when he was as plain as water?

"he."

Li Yang pointed at the Sword Saint with one hand, "He killed someone, do you understand? The one who killed me! It's reasonable? What kind of reason? Tell me what kind of reason? Isn't it a rule for the world? Isn't this reasonable? I didn't kill him, and he didn't even have a wound on his body. Is it wrong to let a murderer confess his guilt to the dead?"

Jian Chen's lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.

Li Yang glanced at the martial arts people in the audience and asked loudly: "Is there anything wrong?"

Everyone couldn't speak.

According to the rules of the world, it is reasonable for Li Yang to kill the Sword Saint now.

Li Yang turned his head to look at the Sword Saint, approached with his eyes, "You said, are you wrong?"

"No...wrong." The Sword Saint said with difficulty.

Of course it is true.

But he is the Sword Saint!

And Yunniang is just a humble maid.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Li Yang's voice became dull again, but it sounded like a death-guiding talisman in the ears of the Sword Saint.

The grayish decay in the sword saint's eyes became even heavier. At this moment, he made a decision.

The glory of the Sword Saint must not bow his head.

He was defeated by Wuming, like an old man waiting to die, living in a thatched hut for decades, but he did not bow his head. He studied day after day, and when he created the Twenty-Two Swords, he proudly stepped out of the world again.

This time, I won't bow my head.

I would rather die than be humble!

But Li Yang seemed to see through his thoughts at this time, "If you commit suicide, I will engrave the glorious deeds of how you defeated and destroyed your promises on your tombstone, so that future generations can pay tribute to the style of the Sword Saint."

"You... dare to do this?" The Sword Saint's voice was trembling.

"You can try it." Li Yang said moranically.

The Sword Saint clenched his fists tightly, his nails pierced the flesh of his palms, and he said angrily: "Okay! OK! OK!"

After saying that, he stepped out his feet, as if his legs were filled with lead, and he walked towards the yard with difficulty.

Li Yang turned around and looked at the people who were still watching, "The decisive battle has ended, please come back too."

Looking at his indifferent eyes, he wanted to applaud and flatter him a few words of flattery. Everyone who came to talk closed their mouths, said goodbye tactfully, and then turned around and went back together.

At this time, no one dared to touch his bad temper.

Li Yang entered the yard, closed the door, put the mourning clothes on the sword saint, and watched him walking towards Yunniang's tomb without urging him, and looked indifferently.

It's not yet noon, and in one day, even the turtle can climb to Yunniang's tomb.

Mingyue hid there. After all, she was a man from Wushuang City. Dugu Yifang was fake, but the Sword Saint was real. She really had no choice but to face the Sword Saint.

"Do you know why I set the day of the decisive battle today?" Li Yang said suddenly.

The Sword Saint did not speak and marched step by step.

Li Yang was not angry and said to himself: "Because today is Yunniang's birthday, she always thought she was humble during her lifetime. So after death, I will make her the brightest star. Perhaps in the future, when people mention Sword Saint, they will think of such an equally brilliant girl."

"Puff" A mouthful of blood spurted out from the sword saint's mouth, dyeing the beard and the collar of the chest red.

But he was still walking hard.

Until Yunniang's tombstone, his waist was bent so straight that it could not be straightened, his head was lowered deeply, the gray color in his eyes became stronger, and the thick dusk aura on his body seemed to be a stalemate.

"Kneel!" Li Yang's voice came from behind, still like a death-seeking talisman.

The sword saint shook his body, like a candlelight swaying in the wind.

"Kneel!" Li Yang's death talisman sounded again.

"Boom!" The Sword Saint finally couldn't stand it anymore, and his knees hit the ground hard, and the sound of bones shattering came from.

He finally knelt down!

His eyes were staring at the tombstone in front of him.

He never thought that in his brilliant life, there would be such a day when he knelt in front of a humble maid's grave.

Today is undoubtedly his darkest day.
To be continued...