"You...you...how do you know this set of sword techniques?" Bing Ming had to be shocked. His martial arts all came from the martial arts sage Xiao Cangtian. Before he became a martial saint, he practiced mixed rebuttals. Finally, after seeing the words "difficult but not condensed, and "condensing but not gathered", he abolished other martial arts and specialized in practicing Piao Ruoshuang's sword chanting, achieving the position of the martial saint in one fell swoop.

At that time, it was not because of how brilliant this set of swordsmanship was, but because this set of swordsmanship was created by his master Xiao Cangtian. As the successor of Xiao Cangtian, if you want to practice, you naturally have to practice your master's martial arts. Other ruthless fingers, Tiangang Fist, etc. are all martial arts of other sects and are not counted.

This set of Piaoruo sword technique is a skill created by Xiao Cangtian that condensed many martial arts. It was a unique skill created after Dugu Bachen passed on Dugu Sword Technique. It had never been used and had left. It can be said that ordinary people could not know this set of sword techniques at all, but how could the old man in front of him call out the name of this set of sword techniques at once? Why didn't he be surprised?

"This is the sword technique I created by old man, how can I not know?" The old man said lightly, and his fingers with the Bing Ming Iron Sword were released...

When Bing Ming heard this, he was stunned on the spot. Was this sword technique created by him? Then isn’t he just laughing at the sky?

Didn’t he already travel around the world more than two hundred years ago? Why did he still appear here?

"What? Don't you believe it?" A faint smile appeared on the old man's face, but with one hand, the iron sword in Bing Ming's hand had already come to his hand. With a slight trembling, he immediately felt that the temperature around him had dropped by at least more than ten degrees, and several sword shadows lit up, coming and going, coming and going, really floating.

In a vague manner, waves of dragon roars were heard, and white frost mist appeared out of thin air, making the sword shadow even more blurred and more ethereal...

When the old man stopped swinging his sword, the white frost mist slowly dissipated, and the sharp sword shadow slowly disappeared into the void. However, Bing Ming heard a burst of crackling sounds in his ears, as if something was breaking.

Looking up, I saw everything within a few feet, whether it was rocks, big trees, small trees, flowers and plants, which were actually shattered one by one, just like ice cracks...

In the end, it turned into powder and bursts of dust rose. A vacuum appeared out of thin air around it. There was nothing else except the old man and Bing Ming.

Such a terrifying scene shocked Bing Ming. Is this the highest level of Piao Ruoshuang's sword? Isn't feel any murderous intent or power, but it has such power. Is this still a sword?

With a "pop...", Bing Ming knelt down straight.

"Pupils and disciples Bingming, pay homage to my ancestors!" Seeing all this, Bingming had completely believed the old man's words. As Xiao Cangtian's fifth-generation great-grandson, he did not know why Xiao Cangtian should be called Xiao Cangtian, so he could only call him the ancestors.

"Get up, Xiao Cangtian has never accepted an apprentice. He just gave a guide to a kid back then, but he didn't expect that he would pass on my martial arts. Alas, it's such a thing that is so tempting to make people!" Xiao Cangtian said lightly, but with one hand, Bing Ming's body was lifted up by him.

After hearing Xiao Cangtian's words, Bing Ming didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only stand there in embarrassment, not knowing what to do. After all, the one in front of him was his master's master.

"What did you do in Yaocheng? Why did you offend the Gongsun family?" Seeing this successor, Xiao Cangtian would continue to hold him accountable.

Bing Ming did not dare to keep it, so he quickly told him about knowing Ye Jingyu, then following Ye Jingyu, and what happened later.

"You mean that kid is Dugu Bachen's apprentice?" Xiao Cangtian, who knew Ye Jingyu's identity from Bing Ming's mouth, changed his face.

"Yeah!" Bing Ming nodded heavily. If it weren't for Dugu Bachen's apprentice, Ye Jingyu would have been killed by the Bai family long ago, so how could he live until now...

"Fuck, that's a big trouble. The boy from the Xuanyuan family is already in the realm of the Martial Saint, and the old housekeeper Xu of the Gongsun family. In addition, the seven-headed holy beast, even the fake holy beast is not something that the boy can resist. Hurry up and save him immediately. Otherwise, Old Dugu would know that I would destroy me when I see his disciples die!" As soon as Xiao Cangtian heard this, his face changed drastically.

"But ancestor, haven't the Gongsun family been kind to you? You are now..."

"I'm so kind, a boy from the Gongsun family, do you think I can really treat my illness. I just don't want to move for years, but I can't let go of my identity, but I'm looking for money to buy wine, so I naturally give that boy a chance to respect me. Damn, stop talking nonsense, if Old Dugu gets angry, it will be troublesome!" Xiao Cangtian cursed, grabbed Bing Ming's shoulder and ran towards the Tiangang Mountains...

As for Bing Ming, who was caught in his hand, he was ashamed. His ancestor is really a martial arts fanatic?

I looked like a paranormal just now. When I heard that Dugu Bachen, who was stronger than me, was like a gangster on the street...

What kind of favors and filial piety are all empty talk. Whoever has strong strength will support whoever is the right way...

In the Tiangang Mountains, Ye Jingyu looked at the tip of the sword in his heart, and watched a blood arrow shoot out continuously, his eyes were filled with shock and incredible...

I looked up at the front, but there was Xuanyuan Jing's figure...

"The Taixu Sword was created by our ancestors. How about it compared to Brother Ye's Thunder Slash?" Xuanyuan Jing's faint voice came from behind Ye Jingyu...

"Chi..." Ye Jingyu, despite the severe pain from his body, suddenly stepped forward. The long sword in Xuanyuan Jing's hand was also pulled out, and more blood arrows shot out...

"It's just... I'm just because I'm not good at learning skills, it has nothing to do with the Thunder Sword Technique..." Ye Jingyu covered his heart with one hand, trying to stop the running blood, but his body was extremely healing. Such a serious injury was hard to recover. He could only watch the bright red blood flowing out...

"Since that's the case, then Brother Ye will try my Tianjue Sword again..." Xuanyuan Jing couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Ye Jingyu's heart was pierced and he was still able to speak, but there was no change in his face, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out again...
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