Awakened from the dawn, the young Zongshou looked at the wooden chuáng in front of him, the window, and the light beams that shot through the window, and felt as if he was still in Tianshou Mountain. However, when he saw the clear sky and seagulls through the window, his tears fell down again.

They were on a large ship crossing the sea. Although Zong Shou had countless broken ribs on his mouth, he witnessed the entire process of Wu Zong and Nan Kuwu from beginning to end on that day and injured Kebuyi from beginning to end. Then he fainted.

When he woke up, he was already on a boat. Yang Ze probably wanted to bear his injuries, so he did not go all the way east, but rented a large ship to ferry.

He took pills for him and used his true energy to connect his broken bones, so that Zong Shou fainted again. This time he woke up, it was already two days since the battle between Tianshou Mountain.

The door curtain was lifted, and countless gold-plated sunlight shot in from outside. Yang Ze was already standing at the door. Looking at Zong Shou, who was still in his eyes, he put down the medicine bowl and said lightly, "...It's like a person who is used to being self-interested. Is it worthy of your mourning for him?"

Although the young Zongshou was used to accepting it, Tianshou Mountain was the place where he grew up. He once gathered nets and pulled fish on the nearby seashore. His skin was shining with the glitter of wheat on the twilight coast. His childhood may not be as colorful as children in towns, but he could count the types and distribution of all the colorful shells in the sea near Tianshou Mountain. He knew the delicious taste of every fish. He remembered the thick and dark braids of the girl in the fishing village. He grew up like this and he could smell the affinity of every inch of the land there.

And now, it's all destroyed.

Zong Shou stared at Yang Ze stubbornly, wanting to say, "Actually he is pretty good to me." But indeed, he couldn't find the little old man he cursed very easily on weekdays, any advantage that he deserves to worry about. But he was so sad for him.

Yang Ze took medicine for him every day. This kind of spiritual medicine, coupled with Yang Ze's "Eternal Life Handle, the young sect guard recovered very quickly when healed the true energy. In just five days, he could get off and his body recovered. The speed was so fast that it was outrageous. Such a big ship was temporarily rented by Yang Ze and Song Zhen. Of course, when Yang Ze asked Song Zhen for his opinion, she was still ignored by her indifferently as if she only needed to supervise Yang Ze, and the others seemed to be unwilling to the Kashima Kingdom at all. Although if she was on the way, Yang Ze and Song Zhen could rely on the Tao Zun Banze and the Crane Liuguang to arrive at Kashima Kingdom at just one or two days.

However, after the battle between Wu Zong and the two great practitioners of the Ming Zhen Gaowen Empire, Yang Ze was quite shocked and was not in a hurry to rush to rent a large ship to digest the mood and insights along the way.

Take a large boat to Kashima Country, and the scenery along the way is very pleasant. You can often see the blue sky and the white clouds that reach the sea level are dyed like dyes, and seagulls fly between some islands like paper.

When the sea water is clear, you can still see many dolphins rushing to jump along with the boat.

The boatman is from the nearby Haiyuan Gang, who travels back and forth to travel across the sea and has carried countless guests. The Taoist lord has shrunk to the size of a dog, and it is ugly, so it doesn't have to be shocking. Song Zhen's crane is so conspicuous that he stands on the mast every day and shows the same style as his master at all times.

The boatman on the boat has been on his way for many years and has seen many practitioners. He knows the taboos and will not overestimate Yang Ze and others. He only focuses on his own affairs and drives the boat with his disciples every day. He delivers necessary food and is polite. He has regarded them as guests attending the Shindozhai event.

The sunset was setting, and Yang Ze walked out of the cabin and saw Song Zhen standing on the bow of the boat in a green smoke shirt.

The collars are towering and the waist is as soft as water. Under the thin smoke skirt are two straight and slender pairs that can be seen vaguely. Facing the sunset, what blows by is a warm sea breeze without any fishy smell. Her hair lingers and her black eyes are filled with the sunset in the distance.

On the island platform of the deck mast behind her graceful figure, many young crew members were already stunned by the sight. They couldn't help but blush and their ears were red and their hearts were palpitations.

Yang Ze knew that the two of them were only temporary, and they would always have a day of separation. They might even have a big fight. If that moment came, would he suddenly feel the complex feeling of reluctance in front of him?

Thoughts returned to their thoughts, footsteps came from behind. Yang Ze turned around, the young Zong Shou came to the front, bowed slightly, and saluted, "Can you reply so quickly, thank Brother Yang for your care!"

Yang Ze shook his head slightly and pointed at Song Zhen who was on the bow deck, "Don't thank me, the real best recovery secret medicine comes from her. If you don't have those secret medicines, you may have to take a longer time to recover."

Zong Shou stepped forward and came to Song Zhen, "Thank you Sister Song for your spiritual medicine assistance. If it weren't for this, Zong Shou would have died long ago, so how could he stand here? Zong Shou has been young since he was a child, no one has been nice to me. You and Brother Yang are the good people I met."

Song Zhen turned his head, and Zong Shou did not dare to look directly at her beautiful face dyed by the sunset.

Song Zhen's cheeks were slightly hot. She was used to talking to people with various proud attitudes. This was the first time she was thanked so much, so she was quite uncomfortable and tried to show off her like she was keeping people from thousands of miles away. "Then Wu Zong was inherited without taking the ritual of taking disciples. You have learned his skills and are also rebellious. Sooner or later, I will kill you!"

Zong Shou was shocked by this sentence.

I didn't say anything for a long time.

Yang Ze was simply convinced by the eldest lady of Tianxu. If she didn't want to save the young man, she wouldn't have taken out the Tianxu secret medicine in her blue bag. This was something Yang Ze could not ask for. He took out the secret medicine to help others, but he wanted to keep others seriously and keep them from fighting and killing them all. However, her appearance not only looked scary, but on the contrary, she was a little... inexplicably cute.

Yang Ze came up to the scared Zong Shou, patted his shoulder, and smiled, '...Okay, just tell her that you understand."

Everyone in Tianxu said to him as a decree. Looking at Yang Ze's joking expression in front of him, Song Zhen's aroused aroused a moment of anger, and Frumble Yue said to Yang Ze, you are the same...'

"I know, you will kill me sooner or later, right?" Yang Ze hugged Zong Shou's shoulder, turned his head and grinned at Song Zhen. His smile was covered with a layer of gold in the last sunlight. "I know there will be such a day, so I'll wait."

"Oh OK." Song Zhen's beautiful eyes were slightly stunned. He nodded in a very calm manner. However, a faint feeling of loss appeared in his heart.

Looking at the backs of Yang Ze and Zong Shou, she finally turned her head hard and walked back to the cabin.

After the battle at Tianshoushan, Yang Ze was watching the stars in the sky, staring at the fish under the sea in the starry night while the ocean was floating with the boat, and staring at the aurora of the north at night. He felt that everyone was moving on the boat on the entire ship, and he could even distinguish their direction through such movements.

His eyes and ears were extremely smart, and he even had to expand into the sky.

When the belly of the boat passes through the sea and cannot avoid one or two small fish that hit the belly of the boat, Yang Ze can know the direction of the swimming of the fish under the belly of the boat.

The feeling became clearer and Yang Ze knew that he was not far from breaking the realm.

Apart from healing Zong Shou during the day, he has been playing back the battle of Tianshou Mountain in his mind.

Think about the mystery of the sword intent of Kobuyi, the first swordsman of the Gaobian Empire, at that time.

To break down the various laws of the formation of that sword intent, and even some extremely mysterious changes.

Yang Ze's inner spiritual vein is only a barrier to the "six vibrations" of the third heaven. When his "mind roots" moved slightly that day, he felt all kinds of mysterious places. But that only appeared, and then this feeling contracted back and became unavailable. It was like you knew you had forgotten something very important, but it was difficult for you to remember it again. But when you saw the sword intent of Cobuyi's sword, Yang Ze seemed to vaguely remember the key point of the thing he had forgotten.

Kobuyi's sword destroys the wooden house, which is not the so-called true qi, nor the destructive force caused by the huge wind compression explosion. It is a sword intent containing the power of destruction. These sword intents are directly emitted on the caster as they wish, destroying everything. It is a transcendent and universal physical attack, another form of attack method. It is not relying on wind power, not on the explosion of true qi. It is a force that acts on microscopic matter. It is similar to the spiritual consciousness.

So Yang Ze felt an irresistible sense of despair.

It is like fighting against the invading army of the enemy country. By grasping several important passes, you can block the enemy from outside the country. But at this time, the enemy does not follow the geographical restrictions to attack from all directions, making the defense of the passes useless. Therefore, the situation will be destroyed by the situation.

This is the irresistible feeling of sword intent.

However, now, when Yang Ze was slightly moved, he began to imitate the sword intent.

He stood on the deck, his hand was empty, and a faint sword energy was emitted from the air. He continued to spread and break through the air, and then accompanied by a sharp roar that teared the space, it was enough to split the heavy shield armor and let the true energy disappear dozens of meters away.

Seeing the effect in front of him, Yang Ze smiled bitterly and shook his head, "This is an attack of ordinary true qi... not a sword intent."

You should know the artistic conception, but it is a typical symbol of practitioners in the Daotong realm. Before this, I have never heard of any practitioner in the mysterious realm that can understand the sword intent. This is almost a fantasy. Just like a third-grade student in the third-grade mathematics and physics, it is impossible for a person in the third-grade academic field to understand the theory of the sixth-grade advanced arts. But the restless movement in Yang Ze's heart made him unable to stop.

He pinched his fingers and pinched another hand gesture, and his brain simply entered the battle of Tianshoushan that day, and the overflowing fighting artistic conception.

This time his technique was strange, and he was completely inspired by those artistic conceptions. He was still a true force breaking through the air, directly opening the mist at night, tearing open a hole that could not be closed for a long time in a mi. Unfortunately, this was still an attack of the true qi.

It is not easy to see practitioners in the Daotong realm fighting at close range. Not to mention the battle between life and death that day. It often allows practitioners to burn out their lifelong combat potential. Often, where such a war occurs, ordinary people will basically be affected by the concubine and cannot survive. Not to mention that they can see such rare fighting from beginning to end.

However, Yang Ze happened to see the artistic conception of the battle, every bit of his perception was a treasure. Now that he felt it carefully again, he was completely immersed in it.

The difficult battle with Yuri Ori Sect set the foundation for him. The duel between the great practitioners in Tianshoushan gave him a feeling of building a felt in a high house.

I saw Yang Ze constantly punching, fingers, or palms on the deck under the starry sky at night, constantly attacking, like crazy. He actually repeated thousands of times until his hands were sore and exhausted.

Yang Ze was completely devoted to his whole body and mind. It seemed that Wu Zong, who was above Tianshou Mountain, had become himself.

For a moment, Cobuyi appeared in front of him and he handed a sword to him.

The huge sword intent that was as big as a mountain to destroy Xing rushed towards him.

Before this, Yang Ze would have been completely twisted to death like an ant. But at this moment, he seemed to have seen the sword intent formed by Zhou Tian, ​​gathering and attacking him in a trajectory that ordinary people cannot understand. He saw the sword intent formed by the end of the sword!

The sword intent is invisible. This is for practitioners who cannot understand the artistic conception. However, for practitioners who also master the artistic conception, the other party’s sword intent is in front of them!

The moment of sword intent and body.

Yang Ze raised his hand and threw it out.

A wisp of the same ice blue appeared in his hand!
Chapter completed!