As soon as the word "good" came out, the sword was thrust out.
The two people watching the battle didn't even see how he drew his sword. They just stabbed him, and the light of the sword was already aimed at the person's throat.
The sword went very fast, and one person swept very quickly. From head to chest, his person never moved, but the flying was extremely swift, as if the whole person was weightless. After taking a step forward, the distance between the two was almost It seemed as if it suddenly disappeared.
The sword flashed, and the sword edge was right in front of him.
The main point of Dugu's Nine Swords is to attack rather than defend, to take advantage of a weak point and to strike first.
But in the face of this incoming sword light, they only attack but don't defend. They take advantage of the weakness and the purpose of attacking first and arriving first has completely failed.
In an instant, seven swords came out in succession. Feng Qingyang immediately stepped back. He raised his hand and waved out seven swords. The seven swords blocked the seven swords.
Tian Boguang and Linghu Chong both held their breath and focused on the battlefield. They knew that this sword fight would be earth-shattering, and it might be the only time they saw it in their lives.
The sword light flickers around, the wind blows. The sword light is imminent, and the sword wind pierces the muscles and bones.
They retreated again and again, and had retreated to the entrance of the cave.
During the battle, the two of them fought faster and faster. The forceful sword wind, with a gentle blow, had already destroyed the green leaves of the lonely old tree and fell one after another. When the two swords touched each other, the world was filled with a sense of desolation and murder. meaning.
The iron sword was swung into the wind at will. Before the sword arrived, the brilliant sword light had shattered the cold wind!
Feng Qingyang's sword move suddenly tightened, and the sword cut horizontally, blocking the fast sword again. He raised his hand and swung his sword. It didn't seem very mysterious, but it could block all the sword moves in the world and intercept any offensive in the world with one swipe.
The defense is tight and there are no gaps. It can be said that the enemy is invisible with one sword.
When the battle reached its climax, the two swords touched each other again, and as soon as they separated, the two suddenly retreated.
Feng Qingyang looked very surprised. He said in surprise: "The Thirteen Swords are so fast."
Randomly said: "But you seem calm."
Feng Qingyang smiled and said: "With your swordsmanship, you can be said to be the only master of swordsmanship that Feng has ever seen in his life. For your grade, you are already very good... No, you should say something special!"
"I am a confident person. Confident people are always proud, and proud people are often a little stingy." Random shook his head and sighed: "I don't like you speaking to me in this tone, as if I am inferior to you. , do you think you can win?"
Feng Qingyang stopped smiling, was startled, and said: "What a confident, proud, and stingy boy." As soon as he finished speaking, he started to use his sword skills.
The Thirteen Shocking Styles couldn't do anything to him, but this time he rushed to attack. After the sword light swept up, it was as dense as a heavy rain and flew out.
This sword technique is the breaking sword technique among Dugu's Nine Swords, which can break through all the sword techniques in the world.
Seeing such swordsmanship, the two people watching the fight were stunned and speechless.
Who in the world would dare to block such a swordsmanship? Who doesn’t retreat?
But he was facing the sword light... He raised his sword, and his sword technique suddenly changed. When he struck again, he gave up the thirteen shocking moves. Because these thirteen swords were not shocking enough, there would never be any more of these thirteen swords in the future. Law.
Some have the strength of a thousand swords and can transform clouds and rain with a thousand sword techniques.
When he draws his sword at will, his sword moves also change. Not only is he fast, his sword technique also has great power, great killing power, and great desperation.
Feng Qingyang was immediately startled again, but the sword power was still there. The two swords had not touched yet, but it seemed that there had been a change.
Their bodies were very fast, and the changes produced by the sword light were even faster, because before they even landed a single move, their sword moves were already undergoing countless changes.
When the swords touched each other, the sword light instantly filled the sky.
The sound of gold and iron was endless, and the sparks that were wiped out were like thousands of points, and the two of them seemed to be shuttled by countless horses, from head to toe, from top to bottom, even if the heart, throat and other fatal The place was also brushed by sword light several times.
Even if they couldn't feel it, the danger that was only visible on the surface still made Linghu Chong and Tian Boguang shed cold sweat and their whole bodies were cold.
Changing at will is the highest state of swordsmanship.
Twenty changes passed by in an instant, and there were twenty changes with one sword. Each of their swords had these many changes, but in just the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged swords with each other.
Unbelievable speed, unspeakable horror.
One person uses a sword technique that can break all the sword techniques in the world, while the other person's cloud-turning and rain-turning sword is an unbreakable sword technique.
Flying into the sky at will, the iron sword also turned into a flying rainbow. The thousand-style sword was collected in the heart, accepted by oneself, transported in the hand, and used by the sword. The man and the sword became one, and the sword light came down from below, absolutely miserable! Also gorgeous!
Feng Qingyang stretched out his right hand and faced the flying rainbow sword light. Suddenly, the swords turned into countless lights and shadows and flew away from the two of them. The changes in their swordsmanship and adaptability are enough to shock the souls of others!
Everything within a few feet of the area was shrouded in sword light. Except for them, no one, no matter who they were, seemed to be able to get closer.
The cold air was broken by the sword wind, and the sound of the wind was also covered by the sound of the sword. Only a "ding" sound was heard, sparks flew everywhere, and the two separated again.
"Hahahaha, okay, okay, okay!"
The laughter was carried into the cold wind, sent thousands of miles away, and echoed endlessly. Feng Qingyang was so happy that he stroked his beard and laughed loudly. Before his laughter fell, he stood up again, then jumped down again, holding the long sword in his hand, Sweep on a whim.
The two of them were five feet apart and did not move at all.
When he reached four feet, he slowly closed his eyes... He wanted to do one thing, fuse!
Take the thousands of sword skills that turn the clouds and rain, and refine them into one sword style, which is the thousand and one moves of turning the clouds and rain.
The man is three feet tall and does not move at will, does not make a sound, and does not open his eyes.
There were only two feet apart, but he still froze there without moving. Others thought he was giving in, but Feng Qingyang saw the difference. That proud confidence was still there.
At the last step, Xuanyuan suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand, and sent out the sword.
I saw a sword light flying straight towards me, like a startling light and lightning, like a rainbow across the sky. Feng Qingyang felt a surge of sharp energy, pressing towards him, and suddenly his eyes widened...
There is no change, there is no change in this sword, not even the follow-up.
He seemed to have melted everything into this sword. The thousand and one movements of turning clouds and rain were combining the essence and killing moves of the previous thousand sword techniques. It was not without changes, but Feng Qingyang couldn't see it. The change.
This is the last move, this is the last sword, and this sword is arbitrarily named "One".
The speed of this sword, the wonder of this sword, and the perfection of this sword can no longer be described in words. But when it is fast, strange, and stunning at the same time, it suddenly becomes extremely beautiful.
Beautiful things are often fleeting and fleeting; it is often the most beautiful things that hide the most terrifying things...
This sword is the same!
Its beauty makes all sentient beings lose consciousness, its beauty makes all things pale in color!
This sword made people feel trance-like, as if it could absorb people's soul... And in that trance-like moment, the iron sword in Ran Ran's hand pressed against Feng Qingyang's throat.
Both swords have stopped.
"I lost!"
Hearing this sound, Tian Boguang and Linghu Chong came back to their senses. They looked at each other with wide eyes. At the same time, they thought, does the sword light have the power to enchant and frighten people?
If not, why would they lose their minds? !
The sword was put down, but Feng Qingyang still felt the lingering fear that had not subsided for a long time. He saw more than those two people. The brilliant sword light made everything eclipse, and the flawless and perfect sword moves made people lose their mind.
When faced with a sword that is indestructible, unavoidable, irresistible, and invincible, who would not be heartbroken or despairing of it?
