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Chapter 76 Developing unique skills, inviting heavenly swords.The heart of the knife is like a dream, and the gods and demons cry blood.

After a while.

The three of them returned to Bingdao Mountain Villa with the comatose Tibetan knife ancestor.

"Grandpa! Father... old ancestor!"

"You, what did you do to my grandfather?"

A group of people from the Bingdao Villa surrounded him, and they were filled with righteous indignation when they saw the ancestor of the Tibetan knife who was covered in blood and even lost his spine.But he was afraid of Yang Gang's strength, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

The surrounding heroes of the North were even more in an uproar.

What exactly happened, the Patriarch Tibetan Sword who was fine just now, a master who has achieved Yuanshen for a hundred years, was beaten into a cripple by the Sword Demon?

"Don't worry, he won't die."

bang~~
Yang Gang threw the remnant body of the Tibetan knife ancestor on the ground.

Said calmly:

"Yang said that today he just borrowed a knife and didn't want to commit more crimes."

"But if you don't listen to persuasion, he...is a role model." Yang Gang pointed at the extremely miserable Patriarch Tibetan Knife. He didn't exude any aura, but a domineering aura still weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

After listening to the legend about 30 years ago told by the man just now, they already vaguely understood how terrifying this seemingly 'ordinary' man in front of him was.

"No regrets." Yang Gang shouted.

"The disciple is here." Yang Wuhui hastily stepped out.

"Battle post."

"Yes."

A trace of excitement flashed in Yang Wuhui's eyes.

finally come!

He has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Taking out a bronzing post from his bosom, Yang Wuhui looked around and said loudly:
"Yang Wuwei, the Daxueshan sword demon, invited the giant god clan's heavenly sword—Song Youque. On the third day of March, at Sifang City, the battle continued 30 years ago."

what!
On the third day of March, on the Sifang City, the battle continued 30 years ago?
All the heroes from the Northland who were watching were completely shocked on the spot.

Even though they had heard some legends about the sword demon just now, they still couldn't believe it when faced with this news that was destined to shake the Northland, and their hearts surged with surging emotions.

After all, the majesty of the Heavenly Sword has been established in their hearts for decades.

On the third day of March, Sifang City...

At that time, there must be storms everywhere, focusing the eyes of countless people in the Northland!

"I also ask Bingdao Mountain Villa to pass the post on your behalf. On the third day of March, my master will definitely be there to fight to the death with Senior Tiandao to determine the supremacy of Dao Dao." Yang Wuhui put the post in his hand on the old ancestor of Tibetan Saber body.

Then he looked at the expressions of the people around him complacently, feeling extremely excited.

Just wanted to take advantage of Master's prestige to put on a good show in front of everyone.

Yang Gang's voice sounded, "Blood Drinking Demon Knife Yang is borrowing for a while. Please forgive me for disturbing you... no regrets, let's go."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out of the villa.

The setting sun fell on him, gradually elongating a domineering and lonely shadow.

To develop unique skills, invite the Heavenly Sword.

The heart of the knife is like a dream, and the gods and demons cry blood.

In Sifang City 30 years ago, they slashed each other four times, enjoying themselves.

Today, 30 years later, the knife in your hand...is it faster?
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evening.

A small carriage, carrying three people who are about to stir up the situation in the North, left Ice Blade City.

Go in the direction of Sifang City.

The sky is gradually darkening, and the dark road ahead seems to be buried with countless dangers and bloody winds.

And about the legend of 'Knife Demon'.

It also spread throughout the Northland overnight.

In the year of weak crown, walk with a negative monument.With one knife, protect one person.

Even in the desperate situation, he slashed four times in a row, almost cutting down Song Youque, the heavenly sword who had reached the peak and was invincible in the North.

After 30 years, he returned again.

The two supreme masters of the Dao of the Sword of the Northern Lands will soon stage a peak battle again.

What kind of peerless style will it present?
On the third day of March, in Sifang City... everyone is looking forward to this day.

of course.

There are also many people who don't believe it.

You said it was a sword demon or a sword demon?The ancestor of the Tibetan knife was originally unknown in the north, with few achievements.If anyone can defeat him, he is qualified to challenge the Heavenly Sword... Have you asked the primordial spirits of the Giant God Clan?Have you asked the countless younger generations who worship the Heavenly Sword in the Northland?
Immediately, there were many newly promoted Yuanshen masters from the younger generation, eager to try, wanting to stop the sword demon halfway and become famous all over the world in this grand event.

only.

Anyone who dared to stop in front of the carriage was beheaded with a single blow.

a time.

The terrifying and ruthless powerful image of the sword demon has been completely established in the hearts of all living beings in the Northland.

In the northern land, except for the Heavenly Sword, there are all ants!

But among the older generation in Beidi, the Grandmaster who had witnessed the world-shattering battle back then felt panicked.He doubted whether Yang Gang, who had lost the Beihan Jiebei, still had the ability to fight the Heavenly Sword again.

He was also worried that the Northland, which had been stabilized for 30 years, would break out again.

"The Sifang massacre back then was really tragic... just because of one woman, one looting stele, so many Yuanshen masters fell in Sifang City." A Yuanshen master said with infinite emotion when faced with the question of the younger generation.

And Yang Gang's invitation to fight also arrived at Song Youque's hands under the escort of Bingdao Villa.

He looked at the seemingly plain, but hidden endless edge of the post.

Without any doubt, he looked up to the sky and laughed heartily.

"Okay, okay... Song has been waiting for this day for 30 years."

"You are finally back!"

Say it.

This Tiandao declared retreat.

Since Yang Gang was upright, he specially asked someone to send the battle invitation in advance.Naturally, he also wanted to face that young 'sword demon' in the best condition, and cut out the most brilliant sword in his life...!

Only then can we live up to this upcoming world-defying battle!
And this time.

There is still one month until the third day of March.

On the winding road, Yang Wuhui was driving the car.

Yang Gang was sitting in the rickety carriage with the Blood Drinking Demon Knife on his lap, closing his eyes and meditating.

In his heart, he silently thought about the change after Fen Tian's fourth knife - the fifth knife.

This month is the preparation time he left for Tiandao.

It is also a deadline for yourself.

Since Zhao Ling is to be replaced, replace the spear demon with the sword demon.This time, he didn't intend to rely on any external force, and wanted to defeat the Heavenly Sword in an upright manner.

In the past 30 years, his strength has made great progress.So, what about Song Youque, who is equally talented and the most talented in the world?
Will he stop where he is and wait for him?
Of course not.

After that peak duel, another 30 years of polishing.His "You Que Tian Knife" may have gone a step further, realizing the fourth and fifth knives after the "Giant God"...

The two sides sublimated their respective extremes and took a step beyond the limit.In this way, this peak battle will be meaningful!

for a long time.

Yang Gang let out a breath slowly, finished his meditation, his eyes seemed a little confused.

He looked at Zhao Ling who was holding a spear beside him.

Suddenly he asked the words that had been buried in his heart for a long time: "Ah Ling, why have you been holding this gun all these years?"

30 years have passed.

The military standard spears of that year have long been mottled and aged, and may not be able to support a battle.But Zhao Ling still regards it as a treasure, wipes and maintains it every day, practices marksmanship, and never gets tired.

Such a disposition and persistence, if it weren't for the fact that her talent is really poor, she might have already entered the Realm of Reality.

Sometimes Yang Gang wondered if Zhao Ling's practice speed was so slow because of the influence of Zuo Wang Dao Rhyme.

"because……"

Zhao Ling stroked the spear silently, and said in a low voice: "This gun was handed over to me by my father when I entered the barracks. Only by holding it can I not forget the bloody feud in Linbei City. Holding it... I There is a little peace of mind.”

"It's not alone...there is only one person left in the world."

"But I know that I can't do anything. With my talent, even if it takes another 100 or 1000 years... I will never be able to avenge the Linbei City and the Zhao family, and I will never be able to beat the No.1 in the Northland." ——Heavenly Sword, Song Youque."

The faint voice was full of loss.

She is actually a very strong person by nature, but God gave her the most mediocre talent.Over the years, she has been unwilling and has made countless efforts.

But that path of practice seems to be blocked forever, making it difficult to move forward.

"Don't worry, I'm in charge of everything!" Yang Gang rubbed her hair and comforted her softly.

"Ah."

Zhao Ling raised his head, stared at Yang Gang with Yingying eyes, and said firmly: "I believe that you will be able to defeat the Heavenly Sword!"

Although she will never be able to do it, she already has someone she can rely on... She is no longer alone!

"I believe too."

Yang Gang looked at Zhao Ling with a bright smile on his face.

The carriage wobbled.

A month passed quickly.

Finally on this day.

The third day of March.

Heroes of the Northland, sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, young swordsmen, masters of the Yuanshen... Countless figures of the Northland gathered outside Sifang City.Countless eyes filled with anticipation, quietly waiting for the appearance of that peerless sword demon.

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