"I want the Dugu Nine Swords!" Luo Shanyang said immediately.

"Bastard!" The Sword Demon snorted coldly, scaring everyone around him.

Luo Shanyang turned around and looked at the Sword Demon in confusion, his expression full of bewilderment.

The more complicated the sword technique is, the less powerful it will be. This is what you taught me.

Among these sword techniques, only the Nine Swords of Dugu sounds more profound. It is Dugu again, and there are only nine swords. Of these nine swords, each one must be an earth-shattering one.

Everyone was also stunned. Could it be that Senior Sword Demon did not allow Luo Shanyang to gamble with Yang Zhen, fearing that Luo Shanyang would lose again? But how could this be possible? That was Luo Shanyang, who had just established a connection with the Sword Spirit. How could he lose to Yang Zhen?

"I want the Green Lotus Sword Song!" The Sword Demon coughed lightly, glared at Luo Shanyang and said.

"I want the Green Lotus Sword Song!" Luo Shanyang immediately turned around and said to Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen said "oh" with a confused look on his face. It turned out that all the "idiots" were stubborn. Fortunately, our little Taoist idiot was always with us, and under the subtle influence of him, his brain did not become crazy.

What made Yang Zhen feel a little strange was that the Green Lotus Sword Song was so famous?

Even the Sword Demon himself wants it so much that he doesn't even care about his reputation anymore?

Yang Zhen readily agreed, fearing that Luo Shanyang would regret it, and said, "It's agreed, no one is allowed to regret it!"

Luo Shanyang snorted coldly and said, "You should worry about yourself. If you can't produce the Green Lotus Sword Song after you lose, believe me, I have a hundred ways to make you live a life worse than death."

Damn it, why don't you change your name to Luo Liangchen? The two of them sat down separately, facing the sword intent in the sky, and slowly closed their eyes.

Seeing this scene, everyone around held their breath and stared at the two people in front of them.

At this time, Holy Son Yaoguang walked towards the top of the mountain step by step in full view of everyone.

"Look, even the Holy Son Yaoguang can't stand it anymore."

"What a joke! Both Yang Zhen and Luo Shanyang are extremely talented. If Saint Yaoguang waits any longer, the sword spirit may be gone."

“I just don’t know how Saint Yaoguang will deal with these two people.”

"I'm afraid it's difficult!"

"That may not be the case. After all, he is the Holy Son of Yaoguang!"

A group of people were talking, all looking at the solemn-looking Saint Yaoguang.

The Holy Son Yaoguang seemed to want to keep a calm mind. If he didn't try his best in this kind of thing, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

However, just as the Holy Son Yaoguang took his first step onto the top of the mountain, a huge wave of energy suddenly erupted from Luo Shanyang's body. Horrifying sword beams flew all over the mountain, and waves of sword whistles like the clanging of golden swords pierced the sky and the earth, causing endless roars of sword intent on the mountain.

The Holy Son Yaoguang's face changed and he looked up at the sky. The sky changed color under the surging wind and clouds. The terrifying dark clouds began to rise and fall amidst the lightning and thunder.

At the same time, as if being pulled by some force in mid-air, waves of terrifying divine power descended from the sky and landed on the three people.

The Holy Son Yaoguang snorted coldly, and a terrifying aura burst out from his body. He walked towards the top of the mountain step by step.

Yang Zhen stretched out his arms and legs! Boom!

A sound like a bolt from the blue was heard, and the Holy Son Yaoguang cried out, as if a mountain had crushed him head-on, and he stumbled and fell from the top of the mountain.

"What?"

Everyone looked up into the air in shock.

Yang Zhen stretched out his body lazily, and the aura on his body gradually dissipated, as if he had not moved.

Luo Shanyang's face also turned ugly. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards Yang Zhen.

This... to what extent has this bastard comprehended the Ksitigarbha Technique? As soon as Luo Shanyang opened his eyes, his aura suddenly weakened a bit, and the sword intent that had just condensed in the air slowly dissipated and floated in the air again.

Yang Zhen seemed to notice Luo Shanyang's gaze, opened his eyes and grinned, and said: "Go on, go on, I have to wait a while!"

The Holy Son Yaoguang looked at Yang Zhen with a gloomy expression, and slowly walked towards the mountain again.

This time, Saint Yaoguang walked extremely carefully, obviously afraid that Yang Zhen would stretch again!

Luo Shanyang snorted coldly, with a hint of smile on his lips. How could he not see that Yang Zhen was almost a layman when it came to swordsmanship!

As Luo Shanyang closed his eyes again, the sword intent floating in the air gathered together again.

Yang Zhen blinked his eyes, feeling a bit stupid but not sure whether he should say it out loud.

Where the hell is the sword spirit? Why can't this slutty saint sense it?

The sword intent that fills the mountains is real, and the Liu Xin Sword condensed by Luo Shanyang's communication with the sword spirit is also real.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

But Yang Zhen couldn't find where the sword spirit was hiding.

How the hell can we compare? Seeing the aura on Luo Shanyang gathering again, the violent air waves in the air were like a vast ocean, and even the Holy Son Yaoguang was about to reach the top of the mountain. Yang Zhen frowned, put on a harmless smile on his face, and said, "Brother Jianling, how about... you come out and have a chat?"

Puff! The Holy Son of Yaoguang laughed out loud and looked at Yang Zhen with a ridiculous expression.

The rest of the people also looked at Yang Zhen in bewilderment, and then burst into laughter. Some of them were so excited that they even bent over, looking like they were laughing so hard.

Luo Shanyang's mouth was almost cramping, he opened his eyes angrily and shouted: "Yang Zhen, did you do this on purpose?"

Boom! The terrifying sword intent in the air lost its traction and exploded completely, and the sword light like a vast ocean fell towards the top of the mountain.

The Holy Son Yaoguang was completely unprepared and was the first to be hit. He was almost pierced into a sieve by the sword light. With a strange cry, he rolled down from the top of the mountain.

Yang Zhen and Luo Shanyang were not feeling well either. The terrifying sword intent fell on their bodies, and their faces turned pale.

This is the will of heaven and earth, who can bear it?

Yang Zhen looked at Luo Shanyang innocently, his temper rising: "This slut did it on purpose, come and bite me if you dare?"

Damn it, do you think I am willing to communicate with the sword spirit with my mouth? If I could find the location of that bastard sword spirit, I would have caught the sword spirit and pressed it to the ground and rubbed it until it was obedient.

The sword spirit ignores me, the bad guy. Can't I take the initiative to say hello?

In the crowd, the Saint Lord of Tianshan looked at Jiulong expressionlessly. Jiulong, a Saint, blushed and said with a light cough: "You know, Yang Zhen, this bastard, has a lot of tricks. This must be a strategy, yes, it is a strategy!"

Tianshan Saint Lord said: "Why does this Saint Lord feel that he can't find the sword spirit?"

"Can't find it?" Jiulong Saint was stunned, shook his head and said, "No way, there is nothing in this world that Yang can't find. He just doesn't want to find it now."

"Is this really the case?" Tianshan Saint Lord asked doubtfully.

Jiulong nodded seriously and said, "It must be like this. Yang Zhen is trying to confuse Luo Shanyang's heart. After all, Luo Shanyang has already established a connection with the Sword Spirit. Hey, this kid is really insidious. In this way, he might even be able to provoke the trust that has been hard-won between Luo Shanyang and the Sword Spirit."

"He is a sinister and cunning boy, but... his methods are not bad, just not fair!" Tianshan Saint Lord concluded.

Yang Zhen scratched his head, as if he didn't see Luo Shanyang's murderous look. He licked his face and said with a smile: "Little guy, come out, can you please? Let's chat, brothers?"

Plop! The Saint of Yaoguang, who had just climbed up, kicked a stone and almost fell down.

(End of this chapter)