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The night was as dark as ink, and the 72 peaks of Hengshan Mountain were outlined in the moonlight. The gurgling sound of the mountain stream was shattered by the sound of metal clashing, and two figures crossed on the bluestone terrace. The sword light was like the Milky Way pouring down, casting mottled light and shadow on the rock wall.

The long sword in Yue Buqun's hand suddenly swung out seven sword flowers, the purple energy poured into the sword body, and a faint haze appeared on the edge of the blade.

This is the "Three Qingfeng of Taiyue" handed down by Huashan Sect. At this moment, he is using it in his hands, combined with the third level of Zixia Magic Art. The sword force is like a surging sea of ​​clouds, and each sword flower contains triple power. The bluestone under Yi Huawei's feet cracked with a sound, but it was swept by the aftermath of the sword energy.

"Alright!"

As Yue Buqun let out a long roar, the sword suddenly changed its momentum, and the tip of the sword drew the trajectory of the Big Dipper in the air, which was the starting move of the "Tian Gang Big Dipper Sword". His left foot stepped on the "Tianshu" position, and as his right wrist shook, seven sword energies shot out at the same time, covering all the vital points on Yi Huawei's body. In the purple mist, Yue Buqun's eyes were full of brilliance, and this move had already used 70% of his strength.

"Keng!"

The moment the bronze sword was unsheathed, seven cold stars bloomed in the night. Yi Huawei drew a circle with the sword spine, and used the "broken arrow style" to guide the flying scabbard to the ancient pine on the left. The bowl-thick tree trunk broke with a sound, and the wood grain at the break seemed to be burned by a raging fire - the fiery nature of Zixia's true energy was clearly revealed.

A dark light flashed across Yue Buqun's eyes, and his figure suddenly blurred. The "Shapeshifting" activated by the Purple Cloud Magic Art made him instantly appear on the left side of Yi Huawei, and his sword finger pointed at the Jianzhen acupoint like lightning. This finger seemed to be understated, but in fact it contained the sword intent of the "Chaoyang Yiqi Sword", and the purple air on the fingertips was condensed like substance.

"Master, be careful."

Yi Huawei suddenly turned around, and the tip of the sword passed by Yue Buqun's fingertips, bringing up a string of sparks. This was a change of the "Qi-breaking Style" of Dugu Nine Swords, and the vibration frequency of the sword blade perfectly matched the fluctuation of Zixia's true qi. Yue Buqun only felt a needle-like pricking pain in his fingertips, and hurriedly retracted his hand to change his move, and suddenly three iron lotus seeds shook out from his sleeves.

“Ding! Ding! Ding!”

The bronze sword danced into a wheel of light under the moonlight, and all the iron lotus seeds were knocked away. One of them was deeply embedded in the stone wall, leaving a charred mark on the green rock. Yi Huawei took advantage of the situation and used a move called "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun". The sword energy was like a long rainbow across the sky, pointing directly at Yue Buqun's palace.

"Well done!"

Yue Buqun laughed loudly, his purple robe fluttering like a sail. He stepped on the eight trigrams, and the long sword in his hand suddenly turned into thousands of phantoms, which was the "Nineteen Swords of the Jade Maiden", the Huashan School's mountain-guarding sword technique. The sword lights intertwined into a net, and each sword shadow carried the burning heat of the purple mist true energy. The night dew within a radius of three feet instantly evaporated into mist.

Sweat beads oozed from Yi Huawei's nose. It was hard to tell the real from the fake of these 19 sword shadows. What was even more troublesome was the burning energy contained in the sword energy, which was eroding the meridians through the pores. He suddenly closed his eyes and concentrated, and his ears moved slightly - this was a sign that the Purple Cloud Skill had been pushed to the realm of "hearing the wind and identifying the position".

"The third is virtual, the seventh is real, the eleventh..."

When he counted to the ninth time in his heart, the bronze sword suddenly stabbed at Kun. Amid the sound of metal clashing, Yue Buqun's true form appeared, with the sword tip only half an inch away from his throat. The Huashan head had cold sweat on his temples. If he hadn't turned his head in time, the golden hair ring would have been knocked off.

"What a great sword-breaking style!"

Yue Buqun clapped his hands and laughed, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "But the Dugu Nine Swords emphasizes advancing and not retreating. Why did you hold back a little bit just now?"

Yi Huawei put away his sword and saluted: "Disciple is afraid that the sword energy may hurt Master..."

"presumptuous!"

Yue Buqun suddenly shouted loudly, and Zixia's true energy shook the rocks so much that they fell down.

"Master, do you need to give way?"

Before he finished speaking, he thrust his fingers forward like a sword, using all his strength this time. Purple air surged three inches from his fingertips, faintly revealing the shape of a dragon - it was the seventh level of Zixia Magical Art, "Purple Dragon Claw"!
Yi Huawei's pupils shrank suddenly. The finger came too fast, and before the finger tip arrived, the burning energy had already pierced his face and caused pain. At the critical moment, he instinctively used the ultimate change of "breaking energy style", and the bronze sword slashed up at an incredible angle, and the collision between the sword tip and the finger energy actually produced a sound of metal and stone.

"boom!"

The gust of air pushed them both back at the same time.

Yue Buqun took seven steps back, leaving footprints of an inch on the bluestone with each step; Yi Huawei took advantage of the momentum and turned over and landed on a pine branch, with the bronze sword in his hand bent into a bow shape. In the moonlight, blood could be seen oozing from his knuckles, dripping down the hilt into the pine needles.

"Master's Purple Dragon Power has reached perfection." Yi Huawei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Disciple..."

"Shut up!"

Yue Buqun suddenly jumped up, and his long sword turned into a stream of light and went straight to Yi Huawei's Dantian. This sword completely abandoned defense and was a way of dying together. Where the sword passed, the ten-foot-tall pine forest was broken at the waist, and the broken surface was charred as if it had been struck by lightning.

Yi Huawei sighed inwardly.

He clearly remembered that rainy night five years ago when his master taught him Zixia Kung Fu and said, "Among the nine Huashan Kung Fu, Zixia Kung Fu is the best. It needs to be mastered with a pure heart."

The purple light flickering in Yue Buqun's eyes at this moment was clearly a sign of the reversal of his true energy.

"excuse me!"

The bronze sword suddenly flew out of his hand, drawing a mysterious trajectory in the air. This was the secret of the "Leaving Sword Style" of the Dugu Nine Swords. The purple qi infused into the sword body formed a spiral qi force, which actually deflected Yue Buqun's sword force by three inches. Taking advantage of this gap, Yi Huawei stepped on the "Tian Gang Step" and approached, his palms glowing with a jade-colored luster - it was the appearance of the Hunyuan Palm being practiced to perfection!

"boom!"

The moment their palms intersected, Yue Buqun's face changed drastically. He felt that the other party's true energy was as endless as the Yangtze River, and what was even more terrifying was that it was mixed with a hint of coldness - this was a characteristic that only appeared when the Yin and Yang of Zixia Gong were harmonized to the state of "water and fire are in harmony".

"You,... have broken through the eighth level?"

Yue Buqun's voice was hoarse, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth. The realm of "Xiaju Feisheng" that he had been striving for for thirty years was now as natural as breathing for his disciple.

Yi Huawei retracted his palm and retreated quickly: "I got this by chance when I was practicing sword in the cold pond in the back mountain half a month ago..."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Buqun suddenly raised his head to the sky and howled. The howl shook the sea of ​​clouds and startled countless night owls. The long sword in his hand broke into pieces, his purple robe fluttered without wind, and his white hair danced wildly like a silver snake in the moonlight.

"Good! Good! Good!"

After saying three good words, Yue Buqun suddenly put his fingers together and cut his palm like a knife. The blood dripped on the gravel and smoke came out. This was the manifestation of the boiling of the true energy. "The last move, let the master see the real Xiaju Feisheng!"

Yi Huawei looked at his master's crazy look and suddenly remembered the day he became his disciple. At that time, Yue Buqun was still a gentle middle-aged swordsman. When he taught him to write the word "Xia", he said: "A warrior is like a candle. He needs to illuminate others and keep the fire in his heart burning."

The bronze sword wailed, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the blade. Yi Huawei took a deep breath, and the purple qi flowed from his dantian to the eight extraordinary meridians, and a strange phenomenon of three flowers gathering on his head appeared. He slowly made the starting posture, and his movements were as simple as a woodcutter chopping wood, but it made Yue Buqun's expression change drastically - this was the ultimate state of the Dugu Nine Swords General Formula "No move is better than a move".

Yue Buqun suddenly calmed down. He broke off half of the broken sword and used his finger to draw a perfect arc. The moonlight became as thick as water at this moment, and the rubble within a radius of ten feet was suspended in the air against common sense - the Purple Cloud Power was pushed to the extreme, and it even distorted the force field for a short time.

"Wei'er, look carefully." Yue Buqun's voice suddenly became gentle: "This is the 'Purple Air Coming from the East' created by my master by combining the Purple Clouds Skill and the Jade Girl Sword Skill..."

The broken sword turned into a purple meteor, and its trajectory coincided with the positions of the twenty-eight constellations.

Yi Huawei's eyes glowed purple, and with his extraordinary vision, the sword was broken down into 360 Qi flows. At this moment, he suddenly had an idea, and pointed his finger at the Shenmen acupoint on Yue Buqun's wrist - that was the hub of all Qi.

Time seems to stand still.

The broken sword stopped three inches in front of Yi Huawei's throat, and the tip of the sword trembled continuously. Yue Buqun's wrist was held by his disciple's two fingers, and his whole body's true energy receded like a tide. He stared blankly at the three flowers on the top of the young man's head that had not yet dissipated, and suddenly tears flowed down his face.

"Uncle Feng said back then... that the Dugu Nine Swords must be paired with a heart that does not seek..."

Yue Buqun stumbled back, his bloodstained purple robe rustling in the night wind: "It turns out that I still can't understand the word 'nothing'"

Yi Huawei suddenly knelt down and kowtowed: "Without Master's eighteen years of cultivation, it would be in vain even if I had obtained the secret manual!"

Yue Buqun stroked the top of his disciple's head, and the warmth from his palm reminded him of that morning. At that time, the baby's eyes were as bright as stars, and now the stars have turned into a bright moon, illuminating the entire Huashan Sect.

Yue Buqun took off the jade token from his waist and placed it in Yi Huawei's palm. He turned and walked towards the depths of the sea of ​​clouds. His back gradually merged with the mist, and a sigh floated in the wind:
"The disciple is better than the master, the world of martial arts ultimately belongs to you young people..."

Yi Huawei tightly grasped the jade token which was still warm, and looked at his master's back, feeling relieved. He thought Yue Buqun would not practice the Exorcism Sword Technique anymore.

With a slight smile, Yi Huawei pushed out his palm to smooth out the traces left on the ground, then lightly tapped his toes and rushed towards the guest room.

...............

The moon rolled over the dark mountain ridges, scattering silver-like spots of light among the rugged rocks.

Yi Huawei was walking through the dense forest on dead branches and rotten leaves when he suddenly heard several clear and melodious sounds of a musical instrument coming from the northwest. The sound was as thin as a gossamer thread at first, but it split a crack in the sound of pine waves, and it was as loud as a torn silk.

The tip of his toes lightly touched the moss, and his body was like a kite climbing up the old pine tree. Looking up, there seemed to be a flickering fire on the cliff three miles away.

The sound of the zither gradually rose, and suddenly the sound of a flute seeped in from the southeast. The sound of the flute was extremely soft, like a spring silkworm spinning silk, and it actually wrapped the solemn zither rhythm with a layer of softness. The two melodies chased and entangled each other, startling the night owl, which fluttered across the waning moon.

Yi Huawei felt a sweetness in his throat, and hurriedly used the Purple Cloud Technique to calm the surging blood. The sound of the zither and flute contained the stirring of internal energy. It was just elegant music to ordinary people, but it was a poison to warriors. Thinking of the "Pure Heart and Universal Good Mantra", his fingertips unconsciously pinched the Ziwu Jue, and followed the gaps in the music to the edge of the cliff.

On the rocky beach, three silhouettes were stretched out by the moonlight. The old man playing the zither had ten skinny fingers like eagle claws, but the seven strings in his hands actually made a sound of swords and spears; the middle-aged scholar playing the flute had his sleeves swaying in the wind, and the blood jade pendant on the end of the flute swayed with the rhythm; the most amazing thing was the little girl, who danced barefoot among the rocks to the beat of the music, but the silver bell on her wrist was silent.

"Liu Zhengfeng is indeed here, and that old man must be Qu Yang!"

Yi Huawei shrank into the crevice of the rock and saw the black lotus blossoming from Qu Feiyan's skirt as she turned around. He suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar - he remembered that Yu Shu had also danced barefoot like this before, and that day, Yi Huawei was drunk...

Just as Yi Huawei was lost in his memories, the sound of the piano suddenly turned mournful, like hundreds of ghosts crying at night. A column of water rose from the deep pool below the cliff, and the bronze sword case sleeping at the bottom of the pool was vibrated by the sound waves. Yi Huawei's eardrums were pierced, and he was shocked to find that the gravel within a radius of ten feet was slightly jumping with the rhythm of the music - this was the "metal-stone resonance" that only occurs when the inner strength is pushed to the highest level!
The lingering sound of the trembling strings had not yet faded, and the sound of the flute had already come up like a spring stream. Qu Yang plucked the seven strings casually, and each silver string seemed to be hanging a heavy object, shaking the fine sand and gravel on the stone platform to roll. Liu Zhengfeng's body swayed slightly, and the jade flute flowed with a warm luster under the moonlight, but the melody leaking from the flute holes concealed the sword energy. The half-foot-wide dry grass under the feet of the two people moved without wind, and was actually broken into powder by the agitation of the sound waves.

"Grandpa's 'Dragon Roar of the Sea' has improved again!"

The girl in green clothes standing beside the piano clapped her hands and laughed softly, the silver bells on her wrists jingled, startling several night owls. She had a soft black gold whip wrapped around her waist, the ruby ​​on the tip of the whip reflected the moonlight, drawing dots of scarlet in the night.

Yi Huawei shrank behind the Lying Cow Rock three meters away, dug his knuckles into the cracks in the stone, and tried to suppress his voice.

The sound of the zither suddenly cracked the sky like thunder, shaking his Dantian Qi sea slightly. He hurriedly used the "Purple Cloud Power" to suppress the retrograde Qi and blood. The roar of the waterfall came from the southeast, but it could not cover the music that pierced the clouds and cracked the rocks. The water mist was stirred by the sound waves and scattered, condensing into fine silver flakes under the moonlight.

The sound of the flute suddenly turned sad, like autumn rain hitting the withered lotus leaves.

Liu Zhengfeng's sleeves fluttered, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the green rock under his feet. Qu Yang's ten fingers were hooked, and the humming of the strings brought up a strong wind, twisting the falling pine needles into green mist. Yi Huawei squinted and looked closely, and saw that the seven-stringed zither was completely black, and the tail of the zither was clearly burnt. It was the "Scorched Tail", the treasure of the Demon Cult.

"Brother Liu, are you really willing to give it up?"

Qu Yang suddenly spoke, but the sound of the piano did not stop. His fingertips drew a heavy stroke on the Zheng position, and the sound waves made Qu Feiyan's hair messy. The girl stamped her feet and complained, which made the murderous atmosphere less serious.

Liu Zhengfeng's jade flute was three inches away from his lips, and his sigh was mixed in with the lingering sound: "After tonight, there will no longer be Master Liu San of Hengshan in the world."

When the flute and pipe reached their lips, the music already had a hint of drunkenness, just like the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove singing wildly after getting drunk.

Yi Huawei noticed that the sword on his waist was inlaid with seven jades, which were the token of the leader that should have been broken into pieces when he retired.

The harp and flute ensemble suddenly sounded like two swords clashing, the music condensed into a substantial aura that cut across the stone platform. Qu Yang's gray-white hair stood up, his black clothes fluttered like a sail, and sparks flew when the strings of the harp vibrated. Liu Zhengfeng walked around the harp in the "Returning Wind and Falling Wild Goose Step", each step secretly in line with Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu, leaving footprints half an inch deep on the bluestone slab.

The sound waves refracted and overlapped between the rock walls, and actually caused fine cracks to appear on the Lying Cow Stone three meters away.

"Zheng!"

The strings broke in response, and Qu Yang laughed so hard that the snow fell off the pine branches: "It's great! I haven't had so much fun in the past thirty years!"

Liu Zhengfeng pointed his jade flute at the moon, and blood actually flowed from the holes of the flute, but his face was full of childish joy: "Is it okay to title this song 'Swordsman'?"

The moonlight suddenly became brighter, and when the clouds dispersed, the girl's appearance was extremely clear, with almond eyes, a beautiful nose, a naturally upturned mouth, and a dimple on her left cheek that deepened and shallowed with her smile. She was fiddling with a gilded sachet, and as her slender fingers flew, a few wisps of green smoke turned into cranes and coiled around the three people.

"Grandpa is cheating again! He said he wouldn't use internal force to force the strings."

Qu Feiyan suddenly leaned forward to grab the broken string, and the tip of the black gold whip swept across the surface of the zither, bringing out a series of clear overtones. Qu Yang turned his palm and slapped his granddaughter's wrist, but she slipped away like a loach, and where the whip passed, three fallen leaves were neatly nailed into the cracks of the rock.

Liu Zhengfeng wiped the blood off the flute and said with a wry smile, "Brother Qu's granddaughter is more insightful than us old bones."

Before he finished speaking, a night owl suddenly cried from the northwest, three long and two short, passing through the forest and across the water. Qu Feiyan's pretty face suddenly turned cold, and she put the sachet into her sleeve with her backhand, holding the whip handle in her palm.

Yi Huawei's ears moved slightly, and he heard seven people approaching five miles away with the lightness of a dragonfly skimming the water. He held his breath and concentrated, closing all the pores on his body, and even his body temperature dropped to the same level as that of rocks.

(End of this chapter)