Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 196: Outstanding!

The greenness of the grass and trees becomes fainter as you go higher, until the green leaves become so thick that not even a trace can be seen.

Siguo Cliff is desolate in the midsummer of Mount Hua, with no insects or birds, and not a single blade of grass growing.

Zhao Rong climbed up the cliff and looked again. There was no change from the first time he came here.

After the two old men climbed the cliff, they did not chat.

They saluted each other with their swords in their hands, then drew their swords.

Mr. Gu's expression was a little solemn. He was defeated miserably by Feng Qingyang's Dugu Nine Swords that year. This time he entered the Jade Maiden Peak as a challenge.

Although he was expecting to win the battle, he did not dare to ignore the mystery of Dugu Nine Swords.

Old Feng's eyes were fixed on his opponent's sword. The essence of the Dugu Nine Swords was to anticipate the enemy's moves, observe the flaws in the opponent's moves, strike first, take advantage of the opportunity, and win with one move.

Even though the opponent's Huifeng Poyu sword was already simple and natural, and he could use it at will, entering the so-called no-move state.

But he was familiar with 360 variations of the general formula, and the sword-breaking style among the eight sword styles was already ready to be unleashed.

Therefore, Feng Qingyang is obviously the more calm one of the two.

The two old men had drawn their swords, but were in no hurry to act.

Zhao Rong and Linghu Chong stood on the edge of the cliff, one was watching the fun, while the other was looking forward to the duel between the two elders and the exquisite swordsmanship involved.

Yue Lingshan looked at the two old men, then at her senior brother, and finally set her sights on Zhao Rong.

She laughed softly and said, "I remember that three years ago, Senior Brother Zhao and Senior Uncle Feng made an appointment to have a sword fight at Mount Huashan."

"But now, Senior Brother Zhao has become a bystander just like us."

"Discussing swords, Master Feng and Senior Gu left the Sword God aside. It's really interesting."

She said that because she thought it was funny.

Senior Brother Huashan said quite truthfully: "Junior Sister, Brother Rong has a lot of sword energy. It is extremely dangerous to fight with him."

After saying that, he smiled and looked at Zhao Rong: "It is right to leave the Sword God aside."

The fact that he could say this showed that he had already made up his mind.

The two old men were no match for the Sword God.

Only one person in the world can control the magical sword energy.

so.
In Linghu Chong's opinion, a sword fight between the two old men might result in a evenly matched effect, which would be more exciting.

If compared with Zhao Rong, the tactics are secondary.

How to resist the sword energy becomes the key.

Dongfang Bubai was at the peak of his powers during the Spring and Autumn Period. His needlework skills were rare in the world. His skills were hard to guess, but even so, he was no match for the sword energy.

Although the two old men have superb swordsmanship, they have no advantages over Zhao Rong in other aspects.

This number one in the world has already opened up a huge gap with the martial artists ranking behind him.

Linghu Chong understood everything clearly. As soon as he finished speaking, Yue Lingshan glared at him.

She felt that she shouldn't be so lacking in confidence in her uncle Tai Shi.

Zhao Rong smiled slightly and was about to speak, but Old Gu drew his sword and took the first step!

Every time he made a move, the essence of his swordsmanship was revealed!
Every time he draws the sword, he uses random moves, making it impossible for others to guess what the next move will be. Because he has no moves himself, he has gone beyond the scope of the Lonely Nine Swords Breaking Sword style.

But the old sculptor was not just chopping and stabbing randomly, but he had the power to turn back the wind and pour down rain.

Under the sword force, sword lights were densely packed around him, like a rainstorm hitting the Cliff of Repentance!
In addition, the backwind was erratic and hard to find, and the rain and wind made it extremely dangerous once his sword was unleashed.

Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan had seen this style of swordsmanship once at Liu's residence.

At this moment, looking at the countless flickering sword lights around Mr. Gu, he was still shocked by the momentum of the sword technique.

However.
No matter how wonderful the momentum of the back wind and pouring rain is, Feng Qingyang has its own secret.

Each of Dugu's Nine Swords can create three hundred and sixty variations, and he can keep these variations in his mind and use them at will.

The more powerful his opponent's sword moves, the more wonderful his sword moves will be!
No matter how powerful the enemy's sword moves are, he can keep up.

When the old sculptor stabbed out dense sword lights, the man from the south of the Yangtze River drew his sword and followed up with dense sword lights.

The two of them moved swiftly and dodged, creating bursts of sword sounds!

The sword light followed them closely, circling in the wind.

The more masters Dugu Nine Swords encounters, the more the essence of this sword technique can be reflected.

As soon as the two swords intersected, Linghu Chong was already intoxicated.

Among the onlookers present, he had practiced Dugu Nine Swords, and he benefited greatly from the brief fight between them.

Yue Lingshan and the Huashan couple who were watching from a distance were both dazzled by the sight.

Only Zhao Rong could clearly see every time the two old men's swords clashed.

Mr. Gu was attacking, and Feng Qingyang was also attacking.

With every move, there were hundreds of clanging sounds of swords clashing against each other!
If it weren't for his amazing hearing and eyesight, he probably wouldn't be able to distinguish the almost seamless sounds.

Zhao Rong watched them fighting for hundreds of moves and couldn't help but worry for Mr. Gu.

Mr. Feng, you are getting more and more stable as you fight!

The horror of Dugu Nine Swords was fully revealed in him.

The momentum of the backwind and pouring rain was a natural evolution, pure and unparalleled. The strong wind and heavy rain at the beginning made Mr. Feng extremely alert, and he used all his strength every time he swung his sword.

But Chu Chu was not defeated by this sword force. He stood up and faced the wind and rain of sword force, gradually adapting to it.

Although the wind and rain were strong, Feng Qingyang slowly showed his unshakable attitude!

Mr. Gu also realized something was wrong, and he used his inner strength to make his sword move at an extremely fast speed!

Old Feng was once again swaying in the wind and rain, but he adapted to it at a faster speed.

No moves versus no moves, in addition to the collision of sword power and sword intent, the victory or defeat is also involved in many aspects.

Zhao Rong was watching the fight from the side and couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

If there is no move and you can't find the flaw in the move, then don't look for it in the move.

Use sword intent to adapt to the sword force of Huifengpoyu and look for flaws in the sword force.

But the sword's momentum was so seamless that it was almost impossible to find any flaws.

But Dugu Nine Swordsmen were able to anticipate the enemy's moves, and they emphasized the word "preemptive". Feng Qingyang moved his sword skillfully and seized the initiative with his smooth sword moves.

He first stood proudly in the wind, rain and sword power, and then with a long sword, he pierced through the rain!

Almost at the moment of seizing the initiative, Old Feng's attack became more fierce.

Mr. Gu was in constant danger, his mind was in a mess, and his sword power suddenly became disordered.

Feng Qingyang seized this moment and cut the wind and rain with one sword!
With a clang sound, the two swords collided. Feng Qingyang slashed along the sword and stabbed the enemy's wrist, forcing the old sculptor to dodge, causing the force on his hand to be lost. He pressed hard and the opponent's sword slipped out of his hand.

"Dugu Jiujian is really powerful."

Mr. Gu stared at the fallen sword and spoke softly.

"You win again."

When he said these four words, the solemn expression on his face before he made the sword-matching disappeared.

Looking at it now, Mr. Gu, who was defeated in the sword fight, seemed to be more relaxed.

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but shake his head after hearing what he said: "It's not me who beat you this time."

"I didn't break the sword moves or the sword momentum. You messed up your own sword momentum and lost at your own hands."

Mr. Gu looked up at him and suddenly thought of the battle at Liu's mansion.

At that time, Feng Buping used the Kuangfeng Sword to face his sword force, and he still had to rely on his strange body movements.

But this man from Jiangnan faced the sword head-on without any dodging.

This shows that his swordsmanship is even better than Feng Buping's.

Thinking of this, Mr. Gu waved his hand and suddenly laughed: "I am no longer the same as I was 20 years ago. You don't have to be considerate of me in your words."

"The wind and rain can't do anything to you. Even if I hadn't lost my mind for that moment, I would still have lost."

"It doesn't make much difference if you lose early or late."

When Feng Qingyang heard this, a smile broke out on his old face.

It was also a great pleasure for him to defeat a master who had no moves.

Seeing Mr. Gu put away his sword calmly, he did not look as distraught as imagined after being defeated. While Linghu Chong was still savoring the wonderfulness of the sword fight, Yue Lingshan could no longer suppress her curiosity.

"Senior Gu, you lost the sword, why aren't you depressed at all?"

Hearing this, Mr. Gu asked with a smile, "Why are you so depressed?"

Yue Lingshan said: "The last time you and Grand Master competed in swordplay was nearly thirty years ago. This time you should be here with the intention of defeating Grand Master."

"You're right."

“I really wanted to win at first, but”

"From the first moment we drew our swords, I forgot all those obsessions."

Mr. Gu's eyes flickered with reminiscence, and then he smiled briskly: "You may not understand my feelings."

"I have already given an account of myself many years ago."

Everyone listened quietly as he continued his story.

"I lost to Lin Yuantu back then, and later I met Feng Buping, whose swordsmanship was very similar to Lin Yuantu's. I fought him once."

"The next thing was that I lost to Mr. Feng. We also fought each other at this time."

"My opponents who have won are no longer as easy to defeat as they were in the past. I was not strong-willed and suffered a huge blow in the past, but now I think that I have made up for it."

Mr. Gu smiled happily: "Victory or defeat is hard to determine, but I am content as long as I have no regrets."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something.

Suddenly he muttered: "Lin Yuantu, a man from Jiangnan, and..."

Mr. Gu turned and looked at Zhao Rong.

Then he shook his head angrily and decided to give up after thinking about it.

This seems to be a matter of regret.
But his voice had already fallen into the ears of others.

Linghu Chong and others also looked at Zhao Rong. It seemed that the old sculptor was defeated not only by Lin Yuantu and Old Feng, but also by this person.

Both of them had a make-up battle before.

The only thing the old plastic worker didn't want to do was fight the Sword God again.

As for the reason, you can guess it with a little thought.

Mr. Gu put away his sword and said to Feng Qingyang with a smile:
"Mr. Feng, I am no match for you. I'd better ask the Sword God to teach me your Dugu Nine Swords."

His face was full of an expression of watching a good show. Feng Qingyang saw this and his eyes twitched slightly.
How could he not understand the 'bad taste' in the words of this old friend?

Dugu Nine Swords has three hundred and sixty variations and eight styles of sword intent.

As soon as Feng Qingyang saw Zhao Rong, he came up with a mantra in his mind.

What is Qi? It is the root of nothingness, the root of creation. It is so vast that it has no outside, and so subtle that it has no inside.
This is the Qi-breaking Style among the Eight Styles of Sword Intent.

Unfortunately, the word "breaking qi" here refers to superior internal strength, not sword energy.

There is no way to break the sword energy of Dugu Nine Swords.

Ever since he learned that Zhao Rongxiu had released sword energy, he sat on the cliff of reflection for a long time, feeling curious and trying to think of ways to counter it.

unfortunately
Firstly, he failed to come up with the mysterious sword energy, and secondly, he couldn't think of a good solution.

Three years ago, he was so calm when facing Zhao Rong.

If it takes more than twenty moves, Zhao Rong will be defeated.

Now.
Three years ago, the situation was different. Three years ago, the situation was different.

Seeing the elegant young man walking towards him with a smile, even Mr. Feng felt as if he was in a fog, as if in a dream.

As a sword fanatic, Feng Qingyang said immediately after a moment of trance:

"I have always heard about your sword energy, but I have never seen it."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Rong replied, "Please ask Master Feng to take a look."

Say it.

I saw him come to the place where Siguo Cliff was leaning against the mountain wall.

The moment Qiu Shui was unsheathed and the icy white sword energy was revealed, Feng Qingyang opened his eyes wide, and his eyes seemed to reflect the icy white blade light!

This is what sword practitioners dream of!
Zhao Rong raised the sword, with the blade one foot and eight inches away from the stone wall, but he heard a continuous "crunching and chi chi" sound.

Wherever the sword energy passed, stone chips flew everywhere, and deep marks were left on the hard rock wall in an instant!

He drew his sword as fast as lightning. Even the two old men felt it was strenuous to watch his sword speed, and others had no chance of seeing it clearly.

When I look at the cliff
Wherever the sword energy passed, it left behind the word "sword". The icy white mist was floating in the air from the ninth sword, sharp and mysterious.

Even the knowledgeable Feng Qingyang was shocked when he saw it.

He couldn't help but walk closer to the rock wall, feeling the chill of the icy mist and the sharp sword energy. He knew that this sword energy was extraordinary, rarely seen in the world, and the only one he had ever seen in his life.

For a moment, he stood facing the "sword" and remained silent for a long while.

Feng Qingyang waited for the icy fog to dissipate, then reached out and touched the still cold rock wall.

"Such a domineering sword energy, it's really amazing."

"Even if it is the most advanced technique, it is not half as good as the sword energy."

His face showed more spirit, and his old eyes were bright and brilliant: "I have been obsessed with swords all my life, and I didn't expect to see such a miracle in my lifetime. It is really satisfying."

"My friend has gone far ahead of me."

Feng Qingyang seldom praises others like this, and it comes from the bottom of his heart, which shows how much shock this sword energy brings to him.

Zhao Rong smiled modestly: "Sword energy has its own charm, and the moves have their own magical powers. Master Feng should not underestimate himself."

"Hey, don't belittle yourself. I just say what I think."

Feng Qingyang stroked his beard and thought: "The sword is like lightning, the body movement is like thunder, and there is also this domineering sword energy."

He shook his head: "I am no match for you."

After hearing this, Mr. Gu, who was watching the play over there, was a little disappointed.

I wanted to see my old friend suffer a tragic defeat, but I couldn't.

Only by using the flying needle and thread could Dongfang Bubai resist the sword energy.

Although Jiangnan Guren's Dugu Nine Swords is wonderful, even if he can block the Sword God's long sword, how can he receive the sword energy under the sword force of Shenfeng when he has no advantage in body movement and sword speed?
When Mr. Gu put himself in the other's shoes, he felt a headache.

And sighed in his heart.

Zhao Xiaoyou is not only the best in the world, but also the best who stands out from the crowd, making those who dream of reaching him feel despair.

"Master Feng, are you really not going to compete?"

Zhao Rong asked.

Feng Qingyang pointed at the rock wall and said, "Just this word is enough."

"However, I am curious about how you combine sword power and sword energy."

Zhao Rong didn't say anything, but thrust his sword forward.

At this moment, the eyes of everyone present were filled with sword light, as if they had fallen into a world of swords.

Feng Qingyang used the Dugu Nine Swords formula just like he did three years ago to look at the phantom lights.

This time.
He could still see through the illusory light, but within the illusion was the Qi, and the sword Qi was real, without any falsehood.

Zhao Rong's inner strength surged, condensing the power of the Thousand Swords, and asked seriously:
"Master Feng, can you break it?"

Feng Qingyang shook his head again: "It can't be broken."

"This is truly a thousand swords in action. Thousands of swords come out at once, nothing can stand the test of time. You are invincible."

"My friend, you are worthy of the title of Sword God."

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