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Feng Qingyang put away his sword and stood, his body trembling slightly. The long sword in his hand was still humming. His green robe was slightly messy due to the surge of energy. A few strands of white hair broke free from the bun and fluttered freely.

"Boy, where did you know about Dugu Nine Swords?"

Looking at Yi Huawei, Feng Qingyang frowned, full of surprise and suspicion.

In the fight just now, he was actually at a disadvantage, which had never happened in decades. However, the boy in front of him, who was only about eighteen years old, not only had unfathomable internal strength, but also could recite the Dugu Nine Swords out of thin air. He couldn't help but be surprised and suspicious.

Yi Huawei patted the dust off his clothes and said calmly, "Old man, although the Dugu Nine Swords are exquisite, they are not a secret. I also know that the one who created this sword technique is Dugu Qiubai, the peerless madman who has been seeking defeat all his life but has never been able to do so. He is the genius who has mastered the way of swordsmanship to the extreme. In comparison, the so-called swordsmanship masters in the world are a little inferior. What do you think, is it true or not? It's a pity that I was born a few decades later, otherwise, I would have let him taste the taste of failure."

"You brat, you are so arrogant!"

When Feng Qingyang heard the words "Dugu Qiubai", his expression became even more stern: "Who are you? Senior Dugu's name is not something that can be mentioned casually by rumors in the market, not to mention that there are only a few people in the world who know the essence of his swordsmanship."

Feng Qingyang has lived in seclusion in the back mountains of Huashan for many years, facing the Dugu Nine Swords day and night in solitude. He thought that the world had gradually forgotten the legend of this peerless master, but it was strange that this young boy in front of him knew him like the back of his hand.

Yi Huawei chuckled, "It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that you haven't practiced the Dugu Nine Swords very well. There are so many flaws, yet you're still making a fuss here. Take the Qi Breaking Style for example. You haven't mastered it yet. You only have the form, but the sword intent inside is weak and powerless. I think you, the so-called sword genius, are just like this."

As soon as these words came out, Feng Qingyang's face instantly darkened, as dark as the bottom of a pot. He had been practicing hard in the back mountains, and thought that his skills were improving gradually, but this kid exposed his shortcomings in one sentence, and shame and anger surged in his heart:
"Don't talk nonsense, you little brat! If you have the guts, let's demonstrate it again."

After saying that, he shook his sword and took a stance.

"Better say goodbye!"

Yi Huawei smiled slightly: "If we continue to fight, I'm afraid your old bones won't be able to bear it. Although you are an abandoned disciple of Huashan, you are still a senior in the sect. You can be disrespectful to the elders, but I can't lose my manners, otherwise, the master will blame me and I will be in trouble again."

"Good boy, only that hypocrite Yue Buqun could teach a disciple as sharp-tongued as you!" Feng Qingyang was so angry that he laughed.

"Old man, if you speak rudely to my master again, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Yi Huawei's eyes suddenly turned cold, like a cold star: "In my opinion, your so-called sword sect's behavior is really foolish."

Feng Qingyang's eyes widened and eyebrows stood up when he heard this: "You greenhorn, what do you know about the sword and energy battle? My Sword Sect has always attached great importance to the study of sword theory and the sword moves that are sharp and sharp. This is the orthodoxy of swordsmanship. On the other hand, the group of people in the Qi Sect only know how to foolishly practice internal strength. They are too cowardly and useless."

Yi Huawei showed no weakness and smiled coldly: "Senior, in the martial arts, from ancient times to the present, the only unchanging truth is 'the one who achieves first'. Why should we be so obsessed with the distinction between sword and qi?

No matter how sharp the sword moves are, if you encounter a master with strong internal strength, you can't even get close to him, and it's just a show. On the other hand, no matter how deep the internal strength is, if you don't know how to change the sword moves, in actual combat, you are nothing more than a moving target. Why can this Dugu Nine Swords be called exquisite? The key is that it is not bound by any established form and can break all martial arts in the world. If so, how can there be a clear distinction between sword energy?"

Feng Qingyang was stunned by these words, and the long sword in his hand drooped slightly unconsciously. After a moment of silence, he snorted coldly: "Humph, you are so young, what do you know. The brutality of the sword energy battle back then was beyond imagination. Many fellow disciples died, and our Sword Sect has never recovered since then. The root cause is that the people of the Qi Sect are narrow-minded and selfish, and they exclude those of us who concentrate on studying sword moves."

Yi Huawei shook his head slightly, with a look of regret: "Senior, this fight is ultimately caused by the sectarianism within the sect. If both sides could let go of their obsessions and share what they have, how could the Huashan Sect end up with such a serious loss of vitality? Sword and Qi should complement each other. First cultivate internal strength, and after the foundation is solid, the sword moves can be more fierce and powerful. Similarly, carefully studying sword moves will have fewer flaws during the battle, and in turn protect the smooth operation of internal strength. Isn't this the truth?"

Feng Qingyang stared at Yi Huawei closely, and sheathed the sword in his hand. However, the fierce sword intent was still surging around him, and the strands of sword energy seemed to be a tangible object, surging wildly.

His eyes were burning, trying to dig out something from the boy's eyes and expression, and he shouted in a bad mood:
"You little bastard, you keep criticizing my Sword Sect. Do you really take yourself seriously? The truth of the sword is profound and hard to fathom. How can you judge the secrets of the Dugu Nine Swords with just a few words?"

Yi Huawei looked calm, standing with his arms folded, smiling slightly: "A man with ambition is not old, and a man without ambition is living in vain. The essence of Dugu Nine Swords lies in the word 'break'. Dugu Qiubai is determined to break all martial arts in the world and is not bound by the established framework of moves. Ordinary swordsmanship emphasizes the beginning, development, transition and conclusion, and has a set of fixed fighting methods, but Dugu Nine Swords is completely different. It relies on extraordinary insight to capture the opponent's flaws in the moment of fighting, and then strikes swiftly."

Feng Qingyang snorted heavily, "Do I need you to explain this? The general formula of Dugu Nine Swords is the key to the entire sword technique. The formula is very complicated, difficult to pronounce and obscure, but there are countless sword principles hidden in it. Only when these sword principles are completely integrated into your heart can you perform sword moves at will during a battle. However, the process of internalization is more difficult than you can imagine."

Yi Huawei nodded slightly and continued, "You are right, the general formula is the foundation. But if you want to really understand it, you can't just rely on memorizing the formula, you have to engage in actual combat. Every real fight is a reshaping and polishing of the sword theory. Take the sword-breaking style for example, when encountering various sword techniques, you must first see the trajectory of the opponent's sword, its speed, and the strength of its force, and accurately predict its next direction. This requires extremely high concentration and eyesight, and it is definitely not something that can be performed just by having deep internal strength and fast speed."

Feng Qingyang's brows relaxed slightly, as if he was aroused by Yi Huawei's words, and asked: "What about the broken sword style? The sword is a weapon that emphasizes heaviness and simplicity, which is completely different from the agility and lightness of the sword. How to break it?" Yi Huawei's eyes flashed with a gleam, and his tone unconsciously raised a few points: "The cleverness of the broken sword style is to use the agility of the sword to interfere with the stability of the sword. The person who uses the sword mostly relies on large-scale movements to exert force. As long as you find the little gap when he accumulates power and changes his moves, you can use clever strength to cut in, either to remove his force or directly attack the vital parts. This is not just the restraint between sword moves, but also the reverse dismantling and utilization of martial arts principles."

Feng Qingyang was silent for a long time before he raised another difficult question: "What about the Spear Breaking Style? The spear is known as the 'king of all weapons'. It has a long attack range and the tip of the spear flashes with a cold light. It is difficult for others to get close to it. How should we deal with this?"

Yi Huawei did not rush to answer, but walked slowly in the cave, imitating the posture and movements of the gunman as he walked. He first took bigger steps, and made a forward thrusting movement with both hands, saying:

"The spear is long, which is indeed its advantage, but we can just take advantage of its disadvantage of being a little slow in changing moves. The moment the spear pierces out, there will be a very brief pause. During this gap, we can find an opening to slide in sideways, or use a quick sword to violently deflect the spear. In this way, the person holding the spear will lose his accuracy, and the subsequent combos will fall apart."

When talking about the Qi-breaking style, Yi Huawei's expression became more focused, and his speech speed unconsciously slowed down: "This style is the most difficult, after all, internal force is something that cannot be seen or touched. However, the operation of any internal force in the world has its own veins and laws. By carefully observing the opponent's breath conditions, such as the frequency and depth of breathing, and then looking at his facial changes and the state of muscle tension, you can predict the direction of the internal force, and then use exquisite sword moves to intercept, interfere, or even counterattack. This is the real way to break the Qi. However, to achieve this, you must have a very deep understanding of martial arts knowledge and human meridians. You focus on the practice of sword moves and ignore internal strength. It would be strange if you can practice this Qi-breaking style!"

The more Feng Qingyang listened, the more shocked he became. He had not expected that this young boy had such a thorough understanding of Dugu Nine Swords. Not only was he very meticulous, but he also had novel insights everywhere. He was definitely not just talking in general terms:

"Boy, are you the reincarnation of a sword master? How could Yue Buqun teach you to be so knowledgeable?"

Yi Huawei smiled faintly: "Master only introduced me to the path. The key to cultivation is still to rely on yourself. Otherwise, how can there be a difference between genius and fool in this world!"

Feng Qingyang had a complicated expression on his face. On the one hand, Yi Huawei's opinion really convinced him. On the other hand, as a senior of the Sword Sect, he couldn't bring himself to agree easily: "Humph, even if you talk very well, you haven't seen the complete version of Dugu Nine Swords with your own eyes. It's just talk on paper after all!"

After saying this, he leaped up and landed steadily on the open space in the center of the cave.

Feng Qingyang suddenly stood up, his sleeves fluttering in the strong wind. The long sword in his hand "came alive" in an instant, and he started with the general formula. The sword body meandered through the air like a nimble snake, and he muttered something in his mouth, speaking very fast, and others could not hear clearly. As he recited the formula, the speed of the sword became faster and faster. For a moment, the whole cave was filled with sword shadows, and the light and shadows were intertwined and blurred, making it impossible to tell which sword was real and which was fake.

Then, the sword-breaking style was launched, Feng Qingyang moved his feet, changed his posture, and simulated the surging sword techniques. The long sword in his hand seemed to have eyes, and he pointed, flicked, and stabbed at the sword moves of those imaginary enemies with incomparable accuracy. No matter whether it was a sharp and fast sword or a tricky oblique stab, he dismantled them one by one, and the sound of swords colliding was endless.

When performing the sword-breaking move, Feng Qingyang's steps were steady yet agile, and his footsteps were just right. The sword in his hand turned into a breeze, and he went forward to meet the imaginary heavy sword. When the sword was raised high and charged down, his sword was already close to it, either lightly picking it up or sliding sideways, cleverly dissolving the tremendous force and making the power of the heavy sword completely ineffective.

As soon as the spear-breaking style came out, Feng Qingyang's body moved forward and backward quickly, like a ghost. When the spear tip stabbed at him, he dodged to the side, and at the same time, the sword in his hand rushed out and accurately hit the spear shaft, using the force to make the spear holder's body shake. In a flash, he leaned forward again and stabbed the opponent's empty door with his sword. No matter how dense the spear moves were, it was difficult to hurt him at all.

Finally, it was the Breaking Qi Style. Although Feng Qingyang had not yet mastered this style, it was still quite charming when he performed it. His sword whistled, and every swing of his sword seemed to cut off the surrounding airflow. There was a faint invisible force spreading in all directions, causing the air in the cave to stagnate.

After finishing a set of sword skills, Feng Qingyang sheathed his sword and looked up at Yi Huawei, with a bit of unwillingness still on his face:

"Boy, don't think you can really fight me on equal terms. At the beginning of the fight, I didn't kill you. Otherwise, could you have taken this sword move? Humph!"

After saying that, Feng Qingyang didn't look at Yi Huawei any more. He tapped the ground with his toes and his body instantly rose up. He rose and fell several times in a row, as fast as thunder. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the vast twilight outside the cave. Only the sound of his clothes fluttering remained, which gradually became inaudible.

Yi Huawei stood still for a long time, his brows slightly furrowed. His mind was like a precise replica machine, replaying every scene of Feng Qingyang's sword dance frame by frame.

From the agile trajectory of the sword at the beginning of the general formula, to the precise stabbing of the sword breaking style to dismantle the imaginary enemy's sword moves, to the steady and clever response of the knife breaking style, and the timing control of the body's rapid advance and retreat in the spear breaking style, to the sword wind that faintly cuts off the airflow in the air breaking style, nothing was missed. He knew that such an opportunity was rare, and Feng Qingyanglu's move was the result of decades of swordsmanship and was extremely precious.

Yi Huawei knew that it was useless to just remember it, he had to make it his own. At that moment, he did not delay any longer, drew out his sword, and based on his memory, he started from the general formula and replicated Feng Qingyang's movements.

At first, the sword moves were obscure and the movements were quite sluggish, either his footsteps were in the wrong position or his wrist force was off. But he did not give up, if it didn't work once, he would try twice, if it didn't work twice, he would try three times. In this quiet cave, only the swish of the sword breaking through the air could be heard.

After practicing for an unknown period of time, the sun quietly set in the west, and the cave became increasingly dark. Sweat rolled down Yi Huawei's forehead, and his breathing became rapid, but the sword in his hand became more stable, and the continuity of his sword moves gradually strengthened. While practicing, Yue Lingshan suddenly shouted from outside the cave:
"Second Brother, are you in there? Second Brother?"

(End of this chapter)