Invincible Divine Sword

"Looking for something?!" Yang Xiaotian was surprised.

I wonder what Yao Ding is looking for?

"Looking for something, you will know when you get to the Heavenly Tribulation Cave." Yao Ding said.

Yang Xiaotian's heart moved.

Could it be that what Yao Ding is looking for is related to the Heavenly Tribulation?

However, with Yao Ding's guarantee, Yang Xiaotian has a little confidence in conquering the Thunder Tribulation Divine Fire.

But Yang Xiaotian is not in a hurry to go to the Red Moon Forest, but to practice in seclusion in the house.

Practice the thirty sets of stone sword swordsmanship that he just comprehended.

Practice the top innate martial arts that he has read in the academy's book pavilion these two days.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

The thirty sets of stone sword swordsmanship have finally all reached perfection.

All the top innate martial arts in the book pavilion have also reached perfection.

In the yard, Yang Xiaotian struck out with the Tongtian Divine Sword in his hand.

"The sixth move, the sword rain is colorful."

Suddenly, the yard was filled with colorful sword rain.

The sixth move of Tongtian Sword Technique is the colorful sword rain, which seems gentle, but is actually more lethal than any of the previous moves.

After practicing Tongtian Sword Technique for a while, Yang Xiaotian stopped when he saw that it was getting dark.

After a while, Yang Xiaotian told Luo Qing, Art and the other two that he was going to the Red Moon Forest. The three were surprised: "Young Master, you are going to the Red Moon Forest?"

There are countless beasts and poisonous creatures in the Red Moon Forest, but it is very dangerous.

Yang Xiaotian nodded and planned to go into the Red Moon Forest to subdue the divine fire.

"Let's go with the young master." Luo Qing, Art and the other two said without hesitation.

Yang Xiaotian knew that the three were worried about him, but Yang Xiaotian only let Luo Qing accompany him.

When Xiao Jin learned that Yang Xiaotian was going to the Red Moon Forest, he hugged Yang Xiaotian's thigh tightly. Yang Xiaotian had no choice but to make it smaller and put it in his pocket.

As soon as Yang Xiaotian and the other two left the house, Hu Xing got the news.

"It's so late, where is Yang Xiaotian going?" Hu Xing was surprised: "How many people did he bring?"

"He only brought Luo Qing." Deng Yi said: "I have investigated, this Luo Qing is a slave he bought, he used to be a martial king, but now his dantian is broken, he is a useless person."

"Are you sure that Luo Qing's dantian is broken?" Hu Xing suddenly asked.

Deng Yi smiled and said: "Don't worry, I know what you are worried about. I have confirmed it repeatedly. Luo Qing's dantian is indeed broken." Then he said: "Look at the direction Yang Xiaotian left, it seems that he is going to leave the city. Should we take action?"

Hu Xing hesitated.

Originally, according to his intention, he would wait until the final exam to hunt wild animals before taking action.

"Brother Hu, don't hesitate any longer. The longer we keep Yang Xiaotian, the more trouble we will have." Deng Yi said, "This is a rare opportunity. We must get rid of him as soon as possible."

"Okay!" Hu Xing pondered, "But I'm worried about other people taking action."

"You do it yourself."

"Don't leave any traces." Hu Xing reminded, "The bodies of Yang Xiaotian and the others will be thrown to the beasts and eaten by the beasts."

"Okay."

So, not long after Yang Xiaotian and the others left the house, Luo Qing found someone following them. Yang Xiaotian looked calm, "Ignore him."

After leaving the Divine Sword City, Yang Xiaotian and Luo Qing walked along the mountain road.

Deng Yi smiled coldly when he saw Yang Xiaotian walking along the mountain road. However, he was not in a hurry to take action now that he was not far from the city.

After walking for a while, Deng Yi finally couldn't help it and stabbed Yang Xiaotian with the long sword in his hand.

As a tenth-level innate, Deng Yi's sword was extremely fast and instantly stabbed Yang Xiaotian in the back.

Just as he was about to pierce Yang Xiaotian with his sword, Yang Xiaotian suddenly slipped and slid away.

Deng Yi's sword missed.

He was stunned. His confident sword missed!

At this moment, suddenly, a sword pierced from below his ribs.

The sword light was cold.

Deng Yi's face changed drastically, and he blocked with the sword in his hand.

But he was still half a step slower.

Several sword lights instantly passed through and pierced his ribs.

With a muffled sound, Deng Yi felt a sharp pain and fell backwards. After stopping, he looked at Yang Xiaotian in disbelief.

The one who hurt him just now was Yang Xiaotian!

He was the tenth level of the innate!

He was stabbed by Yang Xiaotian, whose martial spirit had just awakened.

He touched his ribs, which were full of blood.

The blood had dyed half of his body red.

"Aren't you the fifth level of the acquired?!" Deng Yi said in shock.

"Who told you that I am at the fifth level of the acquired realm?" Yang Xiaotian smiled coldly, and no longer concealed it. The aura of the peak of the fifth level of the innate realm swept over.

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"The peak of the fifth level of the innate realm!" Deng Yi exclaimed, with a look of shock.

Yang Xiaotian, a freshman in the academy, turned out to be a master of the innate realm!

Not only a master of the innate realm, but also the peak of the fifth level of the innate realm!

This, this!

Deng Yi couldn't believe it.

Yang Xiaotian looked at the other party indifferently: "You are Deng Yi, a student of the inner courtyard, right? Hu Xing asked you to kill me? Your phantom swordsmanship is good, but unfortunately, you haven't practiced it to the fullest."

When Deng Yi assassinated him just now, he used the phantom swordsmanship of the great success realm.

Just when Luo Qing was about to make a move, Yang Xiaotian stretched out his hand to stop him: "No, let me do it." He just used Deng Yi to practice swordsmanship.

Deng Yi looked at Yang Xiaotian who was walking over. After a moment of shock, he took a deep breath, suppressed his shock, and laughed coldly: "Yang Xiaotian, you hid yourself well enough to be at the peak of the fifth level of Xiantian. However, I don't believe that I, a tenth level Xiantian, can't kill you, a fifth level Xiantian!"

Although Yang Xiaotian's swordsmanship is outstanding, there is a gap of five small realms between the two.

Deng Yi didn't believe that Yang Xiaotian could really beat him. He was careless just now and was injured by Yang Xiaotian.

"Really?" Yang Xiaotian's face was indifferent. Suddenly, he came to Deng Yi in an instant like a phantom.

The Tongtian Sword appeared in his hand.

He stabbed with a sword.

Deng Yi saw the colorful sword rain.

The sword rain fell from the sky, so gorgeous, so gentle.

He had never seen such a beautiful sword rain.

After a short loss of consciousness, Deng Yi reacted, his face changed drastically, and the long sword in his hand swung wildly to the sky, with a heavy sword curtain, trying to block the colorful sword rain.

But it was useless. The colorful sword rain that seemed to be gentle and had no lethality actually blasted through his sword curtain in an instant, and then continued to blast him.

The moment Deng Yi was hit, he lost consciousness due to pain all over his body, but soon, the sword rain stopped abruptly.

He saw that his whole body was full of dense sword holes.

Blood continued to pour out from the sword hole.

Deng Yi tried to breathe, looking at Yang Xiaotian, his eyes were filled with fear, and he said hoarsely: "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

The academy does not have such swordsmanship.

"Tongtian Swordsmanship." Yang Xiaotian said calmly.

Tongtian Swordsmanship?

Deng Yi's heart was shocked, and he thought of a legend.

Yang Xiaotian took back the Tongtian Sword and returned to Luo Qing: "Let's go."

The two turned and left.

Just after Yang Xiaotian took a few steps, Deng Yi fell to the ground with a bang. He was muttering something to himself, but his voice was too weak and no one could hear what he was saying.