A Clash of Gods

Yang Ning rides a tiger and is helpless to fight, but he is thinking about it. Bai Yuhe said that he could not win within ten moves, and if Daguangming Temple won, that is, if he could sustain ten moves, he would win over Bai Yuhe. .

Bai Yuhe's sword skills, Yang Ning certainly won't really compare his sword with him, but if he escapes Bai Yuhe's ten moves by his own free walking, he may not have a chance.

The mysterious Yang Ning of Xiaoyao Xing has already realized it, and he is becoming more and more adept at this set of footwork.

Although it is quite hopeful to survive ten tricks, but Yang Ning is not completely sure, thinking of being able to stand up to it, it's really up to it, just say it, so far, see this white feather crane becomes polite, should not As for ruthlessness against yourself, no one has stood up in the third team anyway. If you are good or bad, you should do good.

But he saw that the white feather crane had slowly pulled out the long sword, and the people nearby immediately felt a violent chill coming from the face. The sword was under the light of the Temple of Light, with a layer of bright light, the sword The color of the gods was a bit dark, but although Yang Ning was a few steps away, he clearly felt the sharpness of the sword.

"Wait!" Yang Ning suddenly raised his hand.

Bai Yuhe frowned slightly, Yang Ning raised his hands and flipped his palms, shouting: "Comparing swords to swords, I don't even have a stick in my hand. Let me fight with bare hands?"

Jing Neng changed his attitude towards Yang Ning's nose, not his nose, and his face, not his face. He already got up and said, "Mo Ji, I will send someone to take the sword." Yang Ning rolled his eyes when he was about to ask someone to take the sword. Dao: "The sword of the white swordsman is a good sword at first glance. I said Master Jingneng, can you find a good sword, don't make up for it? It's a matter of life and death, no play."

Jingneng frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Trueness, you go ...!"

"Master Jingneng, in my opinion, it is up to you to pick it up personally." Yang Ning did not have a good opinion of Jingneng. In fact, he did not understand why the old monk suddenly changed his attitude a bit, but since there is a chance, he is not polite: "I can't believe the eyesight of others."

Jing Neng's face sank. He was the first monastery in Daguangming Temple. The monks below the Jingzi generation in the temple were either awe-inspiring or brothers of the Jingzi generation. Few people dared to point fingers at him. At this moment, Yang Ning even made him go to fetch the sword. He was very angry and was about to attack. Yang Ning already shouted: "What's wrong? The white swordsman is a distinguished guest from afar. We can't keep him waiting forever. "He smiled softly at Bai Yuhe, turned his face and frowned at Jingneng:" Master Jingneng, do you want me to compare swords? If not, I will retreat first. "

The headroom turned to net energy and said, "Brother net energy, you just go!"

Jingneng suffocated the fire, and I wanted to let you wantonly here. After the sword was over, let's slowly settle the accounts, get up, and walk away quickly.

How clever is Chi Danmei, seeing in his eyes, understand what, chuckled and said, "Master, are you a fake public?"

"You don't talk much." Yang Ningbai gave Chi Danmei a glance, "Did you see me and the white swordsman brewing? Do you think it's easier than the sword to tear your clothes? The swordsman wants the mood, the sword is the sword, the human It ’s a human being, but it really needs to be compared. That ’s why the human being is the sword, the sword is the human being, and the human sword is one ... you do n’t understand, white swordsman, do you say that? ”

Bai Yuhe was stunned, and then he couldn't help but nodded and said: "The combination of human swords is indeed a hit, and Shizi's accomplishment in swordsmanship is indeed a trivial matter."

He has called Yang Ning the "world son" at this time, and he is respectful.

"Don't get me wrong." Yang Ning hurriedly said, "I just talk about it casually."

Bai Yuhe just nodded slightly, not much.

Chi Danmei couldn't think of being choked by Yang Ning, and smiled charmingly, saying: "Master, who is better than the sword is not yet known, but today is more powerful than the mouth, you can be invincible."

"Thank you, thank you." Yang Ning smiled, "I said, did you first find a piece of clothing to put on, this is a monastery, isn't it ... Not that kind of place, you have a naked shoulder, what is your system?" He shouted "Amitabha", but his eyes couldn't help but swipe across Chi Danmei's towering chest.

Chi Danmei gave Yang Ning a glance and ignored it.

Without waiting too long, Jingneng had returned to the main hall, holding a long sword in his hand, and walked over to Yang Ning, handing the sword over, saying, "This is the Vailu sword treasured in Daguangming Temple. Use this sword! "

Bai Yuhe raised his eyebrows slightly, staring at the sword Yang Ning took and said, "This is the Pilu sword, one of the ten famous swords?"

"Oh, have you heard of this sword?" Yang Ning smiled and asked, "It turns out that this is still one of the ten famous swords." When I pulled out the sword, I saw the sword bright and bright, and the lights were shining, The heart called it really a good sword, and it seems that net energy is a particular thing. Did not fool with broken copper and iron.

"Baimou heard that the Vilu sword, which is one of the ten famous swords in the Daguangming Temple, has a real face today, and it is indeed a good sword." Bai Yuhe gazed with excitement in his eyes, and praised: " The Velu sword is ranked among the four of the ten most famous swords, and it is indeed well-deserved. "

Yang Ning glanced at Jingneng and saw that he had turned away, thinking that this was strange, and let himself go out, but only to make a few counts, knowing that there is no hope, and Daguangming Temple does not seem to need to take the famous swords in the temple. Come out?

"White swordsman, did I take advantage of you this way?" Yang Ning looked at Bai Yuhe's sword. The sword was black. Although it was chilling, it didn't look very eye-catching.

A white arrogant color appeared in the white feather crane's eyes, shaking his head and said: "That's not there. This is the Wu Yao sword in Bai Mou's hand, ranking third!"

I rely on!

Yang Ning suffocated the urge to scold others, but now it's good, people's swordsmanship is already high, and finally he took the Velu sword, ranked fourth among the ten famous swords, and thought it could be stinky, who knows the white feather crane hand The Wuyao sword in it actually ranked third, higher than the Velu sword in his hand.

The eyes of the monks in the hall were all fixed on Yang Ning and Bai Yuhe, but Chi Danmei and the four linen men also stepped aside, not squinting.

In the last round, many people were very anxious and concerned about the safety of Jingxin Pavilion. Many people were very nervous. Who knows that after Yang Ning came into battle, he has been chattering for a long time, and he has n’t done it until now. The impatience is a little impatient, but it ’s just It was Yang Ning who said so for a long time. The atmosphere in the hall was not as suppressed as before.

The young monk Zhenming always kept his eyes on Yang Ning. He did not expect that Yang Ning was kicked by someone. He was forced to compare his sword with Bai Yuhe. He was a bit worried. He tried Yang Ning Wu Gong before. It really isn't much. There is almost no possibility to win the White Feather Crane.

"Please enlighten me!" Bai Yuhe no longer verbose, holding the Wu Yao sword in his right hand, and flicking the left hand, the scabbard has been thrown in front of a linen man, and the linen man reached out his hands to catch it, holding it carefully.

Yang Ning also flicked the Pilu scabbard backwards, and the young monk was also clever and bullied him.

Bai Yuhe stretched out his left index finger and slid gently over the blade of the Wu Yao Jian. It was extremely gentle, as if he was stroking the lover's skin. When his finger slid to the blade, the fingertip suddenly lightly touched the blade. The long sword leaned forward, leaning slightly towards Yang Ning's belly.

Seeing Bai Yuhe's solemn face, Yang Ning didn't look down on him, but he seemed to really regard himself as a rival.

He took a deep breath, held the Velu sword in his hand, and suddenly stepped out. His figure moved to the left front. It was the beginning of the Xiaoyao line. Others could not see it, thinking that Yang Ning was the first to take it. Some people in the hall suddenly Respectfully, thinking of losing, but still standing up, Yang Ning is considered a hero.

Bai Yuhe saw Yang Ning's figure flashing, and thought Yang Ning shot.

Although he agreed with Yang Ning to be limited to ten strokes, for some reason, he was also a bit worried about Yang Ning, but he was able to solve it with one stroke and naturally did not want to use the second stroke.

Since the opponent shot, the body of the white feather crane also moved, and the tip of his sword was originally facing down, but at the moment, he was lightly picked, and then stabs him in accordance with Yang Ning.

A sword stabbed, but found that although Yang Ning moved, he did not.

He was immersed in Kendo, and he was fully aware of it. Once he shot, he was completely immersed in it. If it was replaced by any other person in Daguangming Temple ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The other party did not shoot the sword first, and the white feather crane would not easily shoot it, but It was quite different to Yang Ning. Although Yang Ning just moved his body, the sword of Bai Yuhe still stabbed.

As soon as Yang Ning moved, only two steps were taken, and he felt a coldness approaching himself.

His heart called the Bai Yuhe's shot really fast, and he didn't think much about it at this time, and his mind drifted along the haunting footwork.

Bai Yuhe stabbed with a sword, and he was about to stab Yang Ning, but the size was far away, but Yang Ning still showed no sign of the sword. It seemed that he had to resist his sword with no resistance. Shang could not help but paused slightly, but at this moment, he found that Yang Ning's figure disappeared like a ghost.

He didn't hesitate anymore, the long sword pulled sideways, and he shot towards the figure in the corner of his eye again.

Yang Ning's pace was light and erratic, and he escaped the first sword of Bai Yuhe. Chi Danmei looked in his eyes, and his charming eyes showed surprise.

Bai Yuhe missed one sword and stabbed three consecutive swords. Few monks were good at swordsmanship. Only Bai Yuhe saw his body light and his sword was like electricity, but few people saw his three stings. The sword is unpredictable, it is really top-notch swordsmanship, if the opponent is replaced by even a famous swordsman in the world, it may not be able to avoid these three consecutive swords, but today his opponent is Yang Ning, but Yang Ning is just playing. Out of the unpredictable pace of the gods and ghosts, between the ghosts and the gods, they unexpectedly escaped the three swords of the white feather crane.

It seems that there are no rules and regulations, but there are rules to follow. Yang Ning has just walked out of this set of footwork according to the gourd painting, and has not entered the point of unpredictable change, but even so, This set of strange and mysterious footwork came out. Bai Yuhe really couldn't find the routine. After the four strokes, he didn't even touch Yang Ning.