An oversight just now caused Feng Qingyang to suffer a loss, and now he still feels that his physical strength, energy and blood are surging.
He has lived for so long and has never experienced any big storms. Although he was knocked back by Jing Zhou's sword at this time, he did not feel that he would lose. He hasn’t used the Dugu Nine Swords yet!
This swordsmanship focuses on finding the enemy's weaknesses and attacking where they must be saved. The swordsmanship is so exquisite that Feng Qingyang feels that it is the best in the world!
In the past, he relied on this swordsmanship to become a sword master.
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Qingyang was seen attaching his inner body to the sword. He swung the sword with a faint sound like wind and thunder, and stabbed with several swords. There seemed to be thousands of changes behind it, and Feng Qingyang's whole body turned into a wave of green shadows. , bring all the mysteries of Dugu Nine Swords to you.
"This is Xiao Dao'er, pretending to be a ghost, doing all kinds of tricks!"
Jingzhou now also wants to see how powerful the Dugu Nine Swords are and whether it can really live up to the praise it receives from the world.
If Dugu Qiu was defeated here, Jingzhou would still be afraid, but the Dugu Nine Swords used by Feng Qingyang would not work!
Even if his sword is as powerful as rain!
No matter how gorgeous Feng Qingyang’s sword dance is, Jing Zhou can quickly break it!
Fast, Jingzhou's sword is fast, extremely fast, so fast that it's terrifying!
Feng Qingyang thrust out one sword, and he had already thrust out two swords. Even though Feng Qingyang could see the flaws in his swordsmanship, he couldn't keep up with the speed of his sword thrusts.
The sword that Feng Qingyang thrust out had not even reached Jingzhou's front, but he had brought it back. Otherwise, he would have been killed by Jingzhou before his sword could reach Jingzhou.
Jingzhou's sword was too fast, forcing Feng Qingyang to switch from offense to defense.
"Bang bang bang bang", at this time, the long sword in Jingzhou's hand turned into a white sword. Following his ghostly figure, he moved east and west, forward and back, like huge waves, beating the wind. Yang kept backing up.
"That's strange. What kind of swordsmanship does this kid use? Why does the sword come out so fast? Is there any swordsmanship more powerful than the Dugu Nine Swords?"
At this time, Feng Qingyang, who was forced to defend, frowned and kept thinking about how to defeat the swordsmanship of the kid in front of him.
Although this kid's swordsmanship is full of flaws, any person in the world would be able to find one or two, let alone him.
Although he could see many flaws in Jingzhou's swordsmanship, it was just that Jingzhou's sword came out too quickly. As soon as he pierced one of Jingzhou's flaws, Jingzhou's other sword came right back.
As soon as one sword is destroyed, another sword is reborn, as if it is endless.
Now, for the first time, he had doubts about Dugu Jiujian.
He couldn't compete with Jingzhou internally, and Jingzhou was even better than him in swordsmanship.
The power of the broken sword in Dugu's Nine Swords was actually unable to exert its previous power in his hands.
"Old man, isn't your Dugu Nine Swords capable of attacking but not defending? Now you are like an old turtle. If Dugu Qiubei finds out, will you jump out of the coffin?"
The miraculous Dugu Nine Swords that were boasted by the world was nothing more than that in Jingzhou's opinion. This sword technique still does not break away from the scope of ordinary swords.
But how can any swordsmanship in this world be said to be invincible? No matter how exquisite your sword moves are or how profound your theory is, you can't escape from these three words: quick, accurate and ruthless.
When your vision and skill reach a certain level, you can unleash the mystery of these three words.
At this time, even the best swordsmanship in the world cannot stop the essential gap in kung fu.
Moreover, the Dugu Nine Swords are just a makeshift move. If a three-foot wall of energy is raised out of thin air like the sweeping monk, if one does not have deep internal strength, he may not even be able to pierce the one-foot wall of energy, so how can he hurt someone?
In Jingzhou's opinion, the Dugu Nine Swords can only show its power in an era when internal strength is poor and success or failure is judged by moves.
"Old man, you were a swordsman in the past, but now you can't block dozens of my moves. It seems that your skills have really declined a lot..."
"You..." When Feng Qingyang heard Jing Zhou's words, except for the word "you", he could not say anything else at this time.
After blocking Jingzhou's sword for a few more times, Feng Qingyang's expression lost its previous expression. Every time he raised his arm, he could feel the flesh on it trembling slightly.
He thought to himself: "No, this kid's swordsmanship is too good. If we continue to struggle, he will definitely not be his match. Besides, his internal strength is much stronger than mine. The longer we delay, the worse it will be."
The more Feng Qingyang fought, the more frustrated he felt. All the subtleties of Dugu's Nine Swords could not be used in front of Jing Zhou.
In the past, when he met people with more advanced internal skills than himself, he could use his exquisite sword skills to attack the enemy's weaknesses, but now, he couldn't even touch Jingzhou's shadow. Just touch and break, and the subtlety of the swordsmanship cannot be used at all.
Since he couldn't beat the kid in front of him, Feng Qingyang didn't bother much. He tried his best to block Jing Zhou's sword and retreated using the strength of Jing Zhou's sword.
The older people get, the more afraid of death they become, and Feng Qingyang didn't want to die on this mountain behind.
He also didn't expect that the man in front of him, who looked like a pair of ten, would be so skilled in swordsmanship. If he delays it any longer, he's afraid he'll end up here.
Even so, after fighting with Jingzhou for a while, he felt a little tired in his old body.
Jingzhou's sword was too fast, and it had a deep lining attached to it. Even if he blocked it with the Dugu Nine Swords, it would still take a lot of effort.
"Old man, you are acting like a turtle now. If you can't beat him, will you run away? Take another strike from me!"
When Jing Zhou saw Feng Qingyang trying to escape, he kicked the ground with his left foot and stabbed Feng Qingyang in the back like an arrow from a string. If Feng Qingyang didn't stop him, the sword would have stabbed him hard and passed through his heart. , not even the Great Luo Immortal could save him.
Hearing the sound of the long sword piercing the air behind him, Feng Qingyang didn't dare to be careless. While running forward, he was distracted and swung his sword backward to resist.
He really planned to use the strength of Jingzhou's sword to widen the distance between him and Jingzhou.
"Ah!" The moment he blocked Jingzhou's long sword, Feng Qingyang felt a bite on his neck, and instantly a heartbreaking pain spread from his neck to his brain.
"You, you, you are deceitful! You, the demon cultist, are despicable and shameless!"
Only then did Feng Qingyang see a red light flying back to Jingzhou's wrist. He took a closer look and saw that it was a big bloody centipede.
He hadn't noticed it before in the cave, but now he saw this centipede. All he had seen in the past were red-headed and black-backed centipedes. Where had he seen such a centipede whose body was full of blood?
A cold air rose under Feng Qingyang's feet. Just by looking at the color, he knew it was highly poisonous.
"Old man, it is true that the older you get, the more confused you become. You say that I am a member of the Demon Cult, but you still don't allow me to cheat? You have lived in vain for these decades, don't you know the weirdness of the art of war? Come to think of it, in your life, They all lived on pigs!”
"Oh, that's right. You are an old man, and there are several people who are illiterate. Even if you think about it, you don't know."
At this time, Jing Zhou felt like a villain in his heart. They say villains die from talking too much. Seeing Feng Qingyang's face turning purple, his face breaking out in sweat, and his whole body shaking, he didn't mind saying a few more words to this old guy.
He wanted to see who else could save Feng Qingyang at this time.
How could these few big cats and kittens in Huashan threaten him?
He has decided on this villain, no one can do anything to him!
Now he finally knows why the villain loves to talk, and the feeling is just one word, "It's cool!".
In front of the enemy, watching him continue to fall into despair, it felt like he couldn't control his words at all.
Unconsciously, a lot of words came to his mouth, and he said:
"My centipede is a strange species. It is very magical. You can see me today, old man. If you die in the hands of this centipede, you are lucky."
"Even if others die, they may not be able to see this centipede. You said you have cultivated for many lifetimes to achieve this blessing, but I don't know how long your internal strength of nearly a dozen years can last."
