Unparalleled Martial God

Nangong Ying inwardly rejoiced. To be exact, in the battle back then, he was still able to draw 'nourishment' from it. Otherwise, he would have been forced to rely on his true essence to block Chu Yang's sword.    

    

"Uncle, I'm very surprised, you actually have some skill, you can use a sword with both hands!"    

    

Just like an assassin who missed his attack, Chu Yang immediately retreated as he tried to find another opportunity. His mocking tone made Nangong Ying extremely angry.    

    

"Little sheep, I'll definitely skin you alive later!"    

    

"Uncle, I was just praising you. You didn't even have the time to show your weakness. Are you really looking down on your life when facing your enemy?"    

    

"Bullshit!"    

    

But Nangong Ying felt goosebumps all over his body. Chu Yang suddenly appeared behind him like a gust of wind and stabbed out with his sword.    

    

"Why is this damned little sheep so unpredictable?"    

    

Nangong Ying's nerves tensed up, he instantly charged forward. Feeling Chu Yang quickly following him, he suddenly turned around and thrusted out. This was a common way of returning a spear, but he had turned it into a sword.    

    

He only felt a gust of wind and Chu Yang had suddenly disappeared again. It was as if he had completely merged with the wind and his pupils shrank, "It's impossible for him to really disappear. He can't do that with his cultivation, he must be in a blind spot in my vision."    

    

"Uncle, be careful. I'm not sure how powerful this sword attack is either!"    

    

The voice came from all directions and Nangong Ying felt a chill down his spine. It was as if he fell into a cave of ice and felt like he was prey being hunted.    

    

Suddenly, a sword appeared in his pupils out of thin air, piercing straight towards his shoulder. By the time he realized it, it was already too late. There was no time for him to block this sword, nor could he dodge it.    

    

"Chi!"    

    

Chu Yang's sword seemed to pierce through tough iron. He pierced through a layer, and there was another layer after that, and another layer after that.    

    

The three layers of defense, the three layers of buffer, and the power of this attack were all countered.    

    

"Triple stage? Triple stage primeval essence?"    

    

Chu Yang pulled out 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 Fated Wind Blade Art, the Hades' stance!" Chu Yang did not hide anything as he said, "If death god is not here, then I will not see. If the King of Hell wants you to die, he will not let you live until the fifth fragment of the night. I am the King of Hell!"    

    

Such a tyrannical sword art, such an arrogant tone. To think that the two of them would call themselves the gods of death and hell.    

    

However, Nangong Ying had to admit that if it wasn't for the fact that he had the advantage in cultivation, he would have been a dead man.    

    

"Little sheep, you must be careful from now on. I won't hold back anymore!"    

    

Nangong Ying was more serious and cautious than ever. He no longer thought of Chu Yang as a junior and instead thought of him as an expert that could compete with him in terms of sword techniques.    

    

"Uncle, this is what I was hoping for. Otherwise, how could you be convinced?"    

    

Chu Yang's voice was very infuriating, but Nangong Ying was no longer emotional, he was very calm.    

    

"Also, uncle, if you don't have any ability to measure Song Lie with you, then wouldn't I be a fool?"    

    

Nangong Ying did not react at all to his provocative tone, "Little sheep, keep these little tricks of yours. The bridge Uncle is walking on is longer than the road you are on!"    

    

"Hehe!" Chu Yang smiled, "I didn't expect to fight with me. You've grown so fast, uncle."    

    

This shameless thing, how could it secretly praise him from all angles?    

    

"Clank ~ ~ ~"    

    

Nangong Ying instantly moved, like a hawk soaring up into the sky, and immediately swooped down, his sword stabbing down, like an eagle catching a rabbit, fast, violent, overbearing, as though he had turned into a hawk, and the sword in his hand was the claw of the eagle …