Yang Zhen stared at the motionless air with a look of regret on his face.

Luo Shanyang seemed to see that Yang Zhen was confused, and laughed: "I thought your swordsmanship was so profound, but it turns out that you are just this good. You can't even communicate with the sword spirit. What right do you have to compete with me?"

As he spoke, Luo Shanyang glanced at the equally confused Saint Yaoguang, sneered, and said, "Yang Zhen, don't embarrass yourself. Just standing by and watching me subdue the sword spirit is also a blessing!"

This is why ordinary people come to see the Sword Spirit. Even if they cannot obtain the Sword Spirit, watching Luo Shanyang's process of subduing the Sword Spirit can improve their sword skills. Maybe they can concentrate their sword heart and embark on the path of a sword disciple.

This was the best result. After hearing Luo Shanyang's words, everyone became excited. All the cultivators who were determined to achieve success in the sword way looked at Luo Shanyang with burning eyes.

At this time, the entire mountain was Luo Shanyang's home court.

As for Yang Zhen, after he went up, he just sat for a while and then said some incomprehensible words.

Those monks who still had some expectations of Yang Zhen all had looks of disappointment on their faces.

It turns out that Yang Zhen's attainments in swordsmanship are really not as good as those of ordinary people! Tianshan Saint Lord looked at Jiulong Saint Lord in confusion and asked, "Strategy?"

Jiulong's face flushed, and he nodded firmly and said, "It must be a strategy. Yang Zhen, this bastard, is always able to do what others cannot do. He has explosive potential in desperate situations. All we have to do is wait!"

Yang Zhen hadn't realized that Jiulong, this old man, actually had the potential to be a charlatan. It seemed that he had to be trained well in the future, otherwise wouldn't this talent be wasted? Seeing the disdain on Luo Shanyang's face, Yang Zhen was not angry. After all, this was the fact, and Yang Zhen was still able to accept the fact.

"Well, you guys continue communicating while I practice kendo for a while!"

Yang Zhen’s words completely confused everyone on the mountain.

Practice... practice kendo for a while? Practice kendo for a while? Are you sure you're not here to make fun of me?

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen with a ridiculous expression. Even Jiulong widened his eyes and asked, "Boy, can you do it?"

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "It should be fine!"

As he spoke, Yang Zhen really took out the Daque Sword and began to dance slowly.

This action made everyone look confused.

What kind of swordsmanship is this? It's so slow that it looks like a thousand-year-old man dancing with a sword. If it were in a battle, Yang Zhen would have died thousands of times before he could strike with his sword.

Luo Shanyang stared blankly at Yang Zhen dancing with the sword slowly, a solemn look on his face. After watching for a while, he suddenly said angrily: "Asshole, are you insulting the way of the sword?"

Yang Zhenwu's dance was really ugly. Not only was there no method at all, but he was also as slow as an ordinary person, without a trace of swordsmanship on his body.

Facing Luo Shanyang's verbal abuse, Yang Zhen had no reaction, as if he had entered a strange state.

But what kind of state can this kind of swordsmanship enter? Funny, right?

Luo Shanyang sneered, and with a humming sound, the air waves around him rolled, and the sword intent was overwhelming. Countless sword energies condensed in the air, and one Willow Heart Sword after another appeared.

Without Yang Zhen's disturbance, Luo Shanyang's sword intent became stronger and stronger. Compared with Yang Zhen, the difference was like heaven and earth.

No one noticed that when Yang Zhen started to dance with the sword, a solemn look appeared on the Sword Demon's face, and even his eyebrows were twisted together.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

How could the name of the Sword Demon allow for the appearance of sword techniques that had never been seen before? Although Yang Zhen's dance was ugly, it was not without rules. On the contrary, the connection between each sword was natural. It was just that Yang Zhen did not seem to have mastered the sword technique! There was no entry-level sword technique, such a slow sword technique, such a... watertight sword technique!

This kind of swordsmanship seemed ridiculous to Yang Zhenwu, but if it was the Sword Demon, he was sure that he could perfect this swordsmanship into an extremely powerful one within two years, capable of both offense and defense.

Thinking of the words "offensive and defensive", the Sword Demon's expression finally changed.

The Sword Demon knew what the two were thinking. He snorted coldly and did not act in any way. Instead, he stared at Yang Zhen with burning eyes.

Yang Zhen did enter a mysterious state, not an epiphany, but a memory, as if he had traveled through the endless void and returned to a park on the blue planet! Thanks to the old man who never stopped him, Yang Zhen was often tortured by the old man's Tai Chi sword when he was jogging in the park in the morning. The old man even insisted on dragging Yang Zhen to watch a few times.

That’s right, Yang Zhen was his only audience! Tai Chi sword! There are many types of Tai Chi sword, but Yang Zhen only remembered the old man’s one.

But now that I think about it, I have forgotten most of them. If it weren’t for Yang Zhen’s extraordinary talent and amazing memory, I would not be able to remember them at all.

At the beginning, Yang Zhen was still crossing the river by feeling the stones. It was not until the fifth time that Yang Zhen's Qi completely changed! Buzz! A light sound came, although it was inaudible, but for some reason, everyone on the mountain heard this light sound.

As Yang Zhen danced with his sword, a series of sword shadows appeared around Yang Zhen. Although it was extremely slow, the sword shadows were closely connected.

This sudden change scared everyone.

The more profound the monk's attainments in swordsmanship, the more shocked he looked when facing this terrifying sword shadow.

At this moment, Luo Shanyang suddenly laughed loudly, his whole body shook, and he waved his hand casually, and the Willow Heart Swords all over the mountains suddenly made bursts of light sounds.

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The next moment, Luo Shanyang opened his eyes and said to Yang Zhen: "When I draw out the sword spirit, it will be you, the famous wolf... This is impossible!"

Buzz! Another buzzing sound was heard, and the dense sword shadows on Yang Zhen's body became completely illusory. A huge black and white Tai Chi diagram appeared behind Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen turned a deaf ear and performed the swordplay effortlessly, as if he had witnessed the natural swordplay of the old man in the park.

But the old man in the park is just a decoration after all. Without any true energy flowing, he can only have a shape.

Yang Zhen is different. Yang Zhen has an explosive talent. When he practiced Tai Chi Sword for the tenth time, he even deduced the circulation of Zhen Yuan, which is consistent with the mysterious principles of heaven and earth and the art of Yin and Yang! Damn, there must be something on the blue planet!

Yang Zhen was even more certain! A trace of joy came into Yang Zhen's mind, and Yang Zhen grinned. This little thing finally took the initiative to chat with this Sao Saint.

"What did you say?"

Yang Zhen asked the confused Luo Shanyang while dancing with the sword.

Luo Shanyang roared, pointing at Yang Zhen and roaring, "Your attainments in swordsmanship are so profound, why did you lie to me?"

Why would I lie to you? Yang Zhen blinked his eyes, his face full of confusion. When did this slutty saint lie to you?

It's so hard for me! "Sword spirit, condense into shape!" Luo Shanyang suddenly roared, and the sword light all over the mountains and plains immediately gathered in the air not far in front of him.

Buzz! A sword-shaped spirit with golden light appeared in everyone's sight.

Everyone exclaimed and looked at the sword spirit in the air with envy.

Luo Shanyang laughed loudly: "Even though you deceived me, I have already been recognized by the sword spirit. How can you still compete with me now?"

Hearing this, everyone's heart skipped a beat and they looked at Yang Zhen with some regret.

A step late, ultimately it's still a step late.

Yang Zhen slowly put away his sword and stood up, but the Tai Chi diagram behind him did not disappear. He looked at the sword spirit with interest and said, "Is it too late?"

(End of this chapter)