Chapter 174
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Nangong Ying rejoiced inwardly. To be exact, he was still absorbing 'nourishment' from the battle he had witnessed back then. Otherwise, he would have had to rely on his Zhen Yuan to block Chu Yang's sword.
"Uncle, I am very surprised. You actually have some ability. You can use a sword with both hands!"
Like an assassin who had missed his target, Chu Yang instantly retreated and looked for another opportunity. His mocking tone made Nangong Ying quite angry.
"Little sheep, I'm going to skin you alive!"
"Uncle, I just praised you. You exposed your flaw in such a short time. Do you not care about your life when facing an enemy?"
"Bullshit!"
However, Nangong Ying had goosebumps all over his body. Chu Yang suddenly appeared behind him like a gust of wind and thrust his sword at him.
"How can this damned little sheep be so unpredictable."
Nangong Ying's nerves were stretched taut. He instantly rushed forward and felt that Chu Yang was quickly following behind him. He suddenly turned around and thrust out his sword. This was a commonly used spear thrust on the battlefield, but he had turned the spear into a sword.
He had only stabbed into a gust of wind. Surprisingly, Chu Yang had disappeared again, as if he had completely merged into the wind. Nangong Ying's pupils couldn't help but shrink. "He can't really disappear. With his realm, he can't do this. He must be in my blind spot."
"Uncle, be careful. I am not clear about the power of this sword either!"
The voice came from all directions. Nangong Ying felt a chill run down his spine. His whole body was ice cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He felt like he was a prey being hunted down by a hunter.
Suddenly, a sword appeared in his eyes out of thin air, stabbing straight at his shoulder. By the time he realized it, it was already too late. There was no time for him to block this sword, nor was there any time for him to dodge it.
Chi!
Chu Yang's sword seemed to have pierced through a tough iron sheet. He had pierced through one layer, but there was another layer behind him, and another layer behind him.
Three layers of resistance and three layers of buffering. The power of this sword was completely offset.
"Three Talents Realm, Three Talents Zhen Yuan?"
Chu Yang withdrew his sword and retreated. Nangong Ying did not chase after him: "Little sheep, what kind of sword technique is this?"
"The final move of the Wind Chasing Fatal Sword Technique, King of Hell!" Chu Yang didn't hide anything and said, "If the Grim Reaper can't see you, then I can't see you. If the King of Hell wants you to die at midnight, he won't let you live until dawn. I am the King of Hell!"
What a domineering sword technique. What an arrogant tone. He actually called himself the Grim Reaper and the King of Hell.
However, Nangong Ying had to admit that if it wasn't for his advantage in cultivation level, he would already be a dead man. This kind of sword technique was extremely terrifying.
"Little sheep, you have to be careful from now on. I won't hold back anymore!"
Nangong Ying was more serious and cautious than ever. He no longer dared to treat Chu Yang as a junior, but an expert who could compete with him in terms of swordsmanship.
"Uncle, this is exactly what I want. Otherwise, how could you be convinced?"
Chu Yang's voice was very infuriating, but Nangong Ying no longer had any emotional fluctuations. He was abnormally calm.
"And uncle, if you don't have any ability, then wouldn't I be stupid to use you to measure Song Lie?"
Nangong Ying didn't have any reaction to his provocation: "Little sheep, put away these little tricks of yours. The bridge that uncle has walked on is longer than the road that you have walked on!"
"Hehe!" Chu Yang laughed sinisterly: "I didn't expect that you would fight with me. Uncle, you have improved so quickly."
This shameless thing, how could he secretly praise himself from various angles?
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