What makes all the disciples’ eyes open is still behind.

The moment Yang Ran dodged the sword, he stretched his palm forward, like a snake spitting a message, and hit Zheng Xiang's wrist where he held the sword.

Zheng Xiang's wrist went numb and opened like an electric shock. The sword in his hand instantly fell into Yang Ran's hand.

Yang Ran grabbed the hilt of the sword, his body rotated sideways, and the long sword flashed a cold light in the air.

Just as Zheng Xiang was about to grab the sword, his throat suddenly felt cold, and the cold sword was already placed on his neck.

A chill that penetrated his heart spread from his throat to his heart, making Zheng Xiang shiver all over.

Dodge, take action, seize the sword, counterattack!

A series of movements were completed in one go. In just a moment, Yang Ran grabbed the white blade with his bare hands and restrained Zheng Xiang.

The sword is already placed on the neck. If the target resists any resistance, he only needs to make a light stroke to make the opponent's blood splash in three steps.

Zheng Xiang was immediately shocked. He lost his previous confidence and coolness, and said in a daze: "I give up, Senior Brother Yang, I give up."

Yang Ran put away his sword and stabbed forward. Zheng Xiang was shocked, but he heard a clang and the long sword was inserted into his scabbard.

Yang Ran turned around and walked towards the duel stage. From the beginning to the end, he never touched the knife behind him.

"A true swordsman's heart is as sharp as a sword, but it is hidden in the sheath. It is not taken out of the sheath. Once it is taken out of the sheath, the sharp edge is revealed. A true swordsman's knife in his hand will not be taken out easily.

When the sword is drawn out, the sharp edge spreads in all directions, and the energy of the sword cuts through the void in all directions. Xiaoran, you have to understand the true meaning of the sword!"

In Yang Ran's mind, he remembered what Yang Ao had taught him. He didn't understand it before, but as his understanding of the sword became more and more profound, he gradually understood the meaning of Yang Ao's words.

Yang Ao was worthy of being the first genius of the Han Dynasty.

For a true swordsman, the sword is not in the hand, but in the heart. The heart is the sword. Although the sharp edge is sharp, it is hidden in the sheath. It is not easy to draw the sword. However, when the sword is revealed, the sword energy spreads across the sky, sweeping all directions and cutting through the void in all directions.

Unstoppable.

"This boy is a prodigy in the art of swords. He is young, but his understanding of swords is extremely high and profound. Among the outer disciples, there are many powerful, strange, clever, and domineering swordsmen, but their sharp edges are too exposed and they do not know how to restrain themselves. The real

Anyone who understands the meaning of sword art should be the number one person in the outer sect."

Zhan Wang, the elder of the outer sect in the stands, watched Yang Ran walk off the duel stage and thought to himself.

The elders of the outer sect saw Yang Ran's way of grabbing the sword and counterattacking just now. However, the other disciples of the outer sect were confused and stared blankly. They did not understand what kind of martial arts Yang Ran used in that battle just now.

?

He didn't have a knife in his hand, but he grabbed the sword in his hand. He turned around and stabbed Zheng Xiang.

It seemed that Yang Ran did all this easily, just like smooth sailing. However, all the disciples knew in their hearts that if they encountered that kind of situation, they would definitely not be able to react like Yang Ran.

Although most of the disciples were surprised by Yang Ran's strength, Senior Brother Tian, ​​Zhao Zaihua... these giants among the genius disciples, sneered at him and didn't care.

Zheng Xiang is only a disciple of the seventh level of bone tempering cultivation in the Houling Realm. Although he has some reputation as a genius, the same disciple of the ninth level of spiritual cultivation can also defeat him with a sword with bare hands. Although Yang Ran's method is wonderful, his performance is...

Disciples whose strength does not exceed the ninth level of spiritual cultivation will naturally not attract the attention of giant-level disciples such as Senior Brother Tian, ​​Zhao Zaihua, etc.

Yang Ran continued to fight and moved on to the next round.

In the second game, if you don’t use your sword, you will win!

In the third game, if you don’t use your sword, you will win!

In the fourth game, win without using a sword!

…

Game sixty-six, win without using a sword!

At this time, everyone's face was solemn, this person should not be underestimated!

After the sixty-sixth victory on the first day, it was getting late, so the elder naturally ordered everyone to take a short rest and fight again tomorrow!

Yang Ran didn't feel happy at all about the victory on the first day. He was also mentally exhausted at this time. You must know that this was sixty-six consecutive battles! A cow could die from exhaustion!

He had to rush back to rest, and just after passing a mountain peak, Yang Ran's eyes condensed and he looked ahead.

A man stood with his back to Yang Ran in the middle of the road, his body upright, like an unsheathed sword, revealing his edge.

Just from the back view, Yang Ran also recognized from the sharp aura that this person was Zhao Zaihua.

Yang Ran continued to walk forward without stopping. When he was a few feet away from Zhao Zaihua, Zhao Zaihua turned around and glanced at Yang Ran with his eyes like a knife.

"You're here, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Zhao Zaofa's voice was low and filled with evil spirits.

Yang Ran's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Zaihua showed disdain in his eyes and said: "You stole the show today! You defeated Zheng Xiang in one move."

"What do you want?" Yang Ran looked at Zhao Zaihua, his mind on guard, and he held the heavy black iron sword behind his back with his palm.

Zhao Zaofu's eyes were gloomy and he said with a ferocious expression: "Don't show off your little skills in front of me. You killed my brother. I won't touch you today. I will torture you in front of everyone in the outer sect. Let's

You can't live or die, and I want you to beg for mercy in front of me. I want you to die ten thousand times more painfully than my brother! Hahaha...just wait!"

Yang Ran said calmly and nonchalantly: "Oh! Really? I'll wait."

Zhao Zaihua's face turned cold, and he snorted coldly, saying: "Are you arrogant? But you can't be arrogant for long, and I heard that you have offended the inner disciple Zhou Ming. If Zhou Ming's people meet you, it will not make it easy for you.

Yeah, you have to keep your spirits up! Don't get beaten to death before I can wait."

After saying that, Zhao Zaihua glanced at Yang Ran with disdain, turned around and left, walked a few steps, stopped again, and pretended to be casual: "Come on, your Yang family will soon be forced out of the four great families of the Han Dynasty.

Become part of the family, when the time comes, hahaha..."

After saying this this time, Zhao Zaihua did not look back and left far away.

Yang Ran looked at Zhao Zaofa's back. The topic involved Yang Ran, which made him feel angry. A hint of bloodthirsty appeared in the depths of his deep eyes, and murderous intent emerged in his heart.

Suddenly, Yang Ran felt a desire to kill. The overwhelming murderous intention was very uncomfortable and he had to vent it.

Without returning to his residence, Yang Ran went directly to the mountain peak where he often practiced. He couldn't wait to pull out the heavy black iron sword, and used a set of "Red Dust Blood Refining" naturally.

Naturally, Yang Ran couldn't see the two soul lamps on his shoulders. The soul lamps of Qi bloomed with colorless flowers, but they were bright and eye-catching. He only knew that he wanted to practice swordsmanship at this moment and kept practicing swordsmanship.

The black iron heavy sword in the hand is slashed diagonally from bottom to top. This is the starting position of the Red Dust Blood Sword Refining Technique, a vertical slash!

At this moment, Yang Ran had a very clear understanding of the sword technique in his heart. Any wind force in the air was clearly felt by Yang Ran. The sword followed the wind and moved abnormally.

Cut in half!

The sword slashed to the end, and with a movement of his feet, the sword in his hand was like the force of the wind, one wave after another, and it slashed forward diagonally again.

Diagonal chop!

Yang Ran swept across the ground with his black iron sword, like a strong wind sweeping across the earth. Wherever the sword blew, the grass on the ground bent with the force of the wind.

Seal the throat with one knife!

Yang Ran's heart was filled with emptiness. At this moment, he was not only practicing swordsmanship with his eyes and hands, but also practicing swordsmanship with his whole body and feeling. Wherever the wind went and where the sword went, he could only see the shadow of the sword.

With the force of the wind, he stabbed out several knives layer upon layer with a snap of his fingers.

Two swords and three sections!

Suddenly, Yang Ran captured the trajectory of the wind and integrated the wind force into the knife. When the knife shadow moved, it no longer followed the wind, but wherever the knife shadow passed, the wind followed it, extremely fierce.
Chapter completed!