The God and Buddha are actually me

Hearing Yue Ling's words, Zhang Jiuyang took a deep breath and put his hand on the hilt of the sword. The mana in his body surged, making his Taoist robe flutter.

With a clang of the sword, the Devil-Slaying Sword had already been unsheathed.

Under the moonlight, the long sword was like a clear shadow, stabbing towards Yue Ling, with a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, and the distance of several feet was reached in a moment.

During this period, Zhang Jiuyang had also studied the sword technique himself, and coupled with his extraordinary physique after blood transfusion and marrow washing, this sword was swift and fierce although there was no method.

Yue Ling stood quietly, the Dragon Sparrow Sword did not come out of the sheath, but just turned her hand and slapped the sheath lightly.

Clang!

The Devil-Slaying Sword made a mournful cry, as if the green snake was held by the seven inches, the tip of the sword shook and trembled, not to mention the vitals, even her armor was not pierced.

Zhang Jiuyang's pupils condensed, and he used his wrist strength to stabilize the sword body, and was about to make a horizontal slash.

But Yue Ling had already stepped forward, invading his space, raised the hilt of the knife, and accurately touched the hilt of the sword.

Clang!

Zhang Jiuyang's sword flew out of his hand.

He was not panicked, but pinched the sword formula with his hand and performed the flying sword technique.

However, a slender palm wearing a golden silk soft armor had already firmly grasped the hilt of the sword. Under the terrifying strange force, the sword had almost no power to resist and was pulled in front of her obediently.

The sword was still struggling and trembling. She frowned slightly and flicked her fingers.

Clang! !

The sword was completely obedient.

Under the moonlight, she looked at the red jade-like sword and the Big Dipper on it, her eyes seemed to move.

"If I'm not mistaken, this sword was once the Taiyue Sword of my ancestor, Duke Dingguo."

Zhang Jiuyang coughed, looking a little embarrassed.

Although he obtained the Taiyue Sword in a fair and just way, it was the sword of his ancestors after all. He not only got it, but also refined it into a sword that could kill ghosts.

He felt somewhat guilty.

But Yue Ling was not angry. Instead, she said calmly, "You have refined it well. The Taiyue Sword has undergone a complete transformation. In fact, I have also refined my Dragon Sparrow Knife again."

Zhang Jiuyang remembered the flame-shaped runes that lit up on the blade when she nailed the Dragon Sparrow Knife into the body of the locust monster that night, and he immediately understood.

"This sword is destined for you. I hope you can use it to kill more evil spirits in the future, and don't let down the reputation of our ancestor, Duke Dingguo."

After that, she threw the Sword that could kill ghosts to Zhang Jiuyang.

The Dragon Sparrow Knife was casually inserted into the ground. She looked around and then picked up a branch on the ground with a few leaves that were about to dry up.

"The sword technique I want to teach you is also created by our ancestor, Duke Dingguo, and is called Liuhe."

She held the branch with one hand and slowly placed the other hand on the front of the branch, making a movement like drawing a sword. Her eyes suddenly became sharp, like the edge of a sword.

"The first move, sword drawing, Qinglong goes out to sea!"

Her spirit and energy were instantly hidden in the valley, her breath was like a long wind, and she faintly emitted a humming sound like wind and thunder, as if Kunpeng went into the sea, accumulating the power to reach the sky.

Zhang Jiuyang felt that his hair stood up all over his body, as if the sword had been placed on his neck.

At the moment when he was shocked, Yue Ling moved.

It was like a dormant volcano erupting.

The sword force was like a flood that broke through the dam, opening the sluice gates of rivers, and came in a mighty way, submerging the mountains and rushing through all the strong passes.

It seemed that what she held in her hand was no longer a branch, but a magic sword that split mountains and cut off peaks, a Qinglong that flew through the clouds and stretched its claws.

The branch touched Zhang Jiuyang's eyebrows.

With his enhanced vision, he couldn't even see the trajectory of the sword.

Fast, too fast!

And the amazing sword force also made him feel restrained, as if he was put in an invisible yoke.

"Second move, black dragon points to the phoenix."

She flicked her wrist, and the branch instantly became light and agile, and lightly touched Zhang Jiuyang's eyes with lightning speed.

It was like a gentle breeze blowing in the evening.

But Zhang Jiuyang's heart was full of chills. If her hand holding the branch just now moved forward an inch, his pair of eyes would be gone.

Black dragon points to the phoenix, it touches people's eyes!

"Third move, white horse passing by."

The flash of the sword light was like a startled wild goose, so agile that it was incredible, and it quietly slid across Zhang Jiuyang's neck, just like time flies, and the dead are like this.

A sword sends you on the road ahead of time, breaking time.

"The fourth move, the dragon circling the pillar."

As soon as the words fell, the branch seemed to become a dangerous giant python, coiling its body and sticking out its tongue, becoming extremely dangerous, and gently wrapped around Zhang Jiuyang's wrist.

The tendons were cut and the hand was broken.

"The fifth move, which is also the most dangerous one, is a killing move that uses the weak to defeat the strong and fights for life. It is called the mantis catching the bird."

As the saying goes, the mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole is behind, but this sword is called the mantis catching the bird, which shows how dangerous and fierce it is.

Yue Ling actually put away her sword and approached, with murderous eyes in her eyes, and the momentum was so impressive that Zhang Jiuyang subconsciously raised the sword to stab her.

At the critical moment, she slightly turned sideways, and the sword brushed her cheek.

After a breath, the two crossed each other.

Yue Ling stood with a sword on her back, her black hair fluttering, and a few dead leaves on the branch slowly fell.

Zhang Jiuyang took a breath of cold air, because there was a piece of rag at his feet, which was the fabric of his Taoist robe.

At this moment, his armpits felt slightly cold.

The sword just now was aimed at the Jiquan acupoint under his armpit. This acupoint is located at the highest point of the heart meridian and controls the blood vessels. Once this acupoint is severely damaged, the sword energy will invade, and the blood flow in the whole body will be blocked, and he will eventually die from the exhaustion of the heart meridian.

Even though Yue Ling had contained most of his strength, Zhang Jiuyang still felt a little dizzy and his limbs were a little stiff.

"If you even use the fifth move, you still can't defeat the enemy, and you will only have the last move left."

Yue Ling turned around, grasped the branch with both hands, raised it high and chopped down, letting out a long roar, as powerful and violent as a tiger coming down the mountain, with a determined look and a fierce momentum, as if they were going to die together.

"This is the sixth form, the tiger comes down the mountain."

Zhang Jiuyang was a little puzzled and said: "This, is it over?"

I feel that the fifth posture of praying mantis catching birds is much more powerful than the sixth posture.

"Can this sixth posture of Tiger Down the Mountain defeat an enemy that cannot be defeated in the first five postures?"

He said a little puzzled.

"cannot."

Yue Ling said frankly: "But I can let you die with dignity, maybe gain the respect of the enemy, and help you bury yourself in peace."

Zhang Jiuyang was silent for a moment, speechless for a moment.

"This set of Liuhe swordsmanship was created by our ancestor Dingguo Gong on the battlefield. It has powerful killing moves and is designed to break through heavy armor. The moves are simple and easy to master quickly, but it is easy to learn and difficult to master. It still requires a certain amount of talent."

Zhang Jiuyang understood. No wonder this Liuhe swordsmanship specializes in the neck, wrists, armpits and other places, because on the battlefield, these places are also the weak points of most armors.

Next, Yue Ling explained the corresponding breathing methods, the secret of exerting force, and the subtle joints in the sword moves.

Zhang Jiuyang listened very carefully.

"Remember?"

"Remember."

"Practice it once and let me see."

Zhang Jiuyang began to practice this set of swordsmanship. His speed was not fast and his momentum was not strong enough, but in general, there were no mistakes, including breathing and exerting force.

There was a hint of surprise in Yue Ling's eyes.

Unexpectedly, his talent in swordsmanship was higher than he thought.

It's a piece of jade.

It's just a pity that I didn't polish my basic skills well from an early age and wasted too much time.

After practicing a set of sword techniques, Zhang Jiuyang put his sword into its sheath and looked at Yue Ling.

She nodded and praised: "You have learned well and you are very talented."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, feeling a little excited in his heart. He was about to say a few words of humility when he heard the cold voice again.

"In this case, it's time for us to say goodbye."

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