Thinking about the cliff, the mountain wind is hunting.
Hong Kang held the long sword in his hand, and his momentum suddenly changed, like an abyss or a sea.
An indescribable feeling filled the air, and the chirping of insects and birds all around seemed to be suppressed.
Yue Buqun and the other three who were watching the battle felt a chill all over their bodies and the hairs on their hair stood on end. They were busy using their internal energy to get rid of the discomfort.
What's happening here? ?
But when Feng Qingyang felt this strangeness, his eyes sparkled.
"You also mastered the sword's will?!"
"No, it should be the intention of the sword! Uh... that's not accurate..."
Feng Qingyang thought that Hong Kang had reached the pinnacle of his sword skills.
Hong Kang deflected his sword and warned: "Mr. Feng, be careful."
Huh~
Hong Kang's figure flashed and he suddenly approached, slashing his sword in the air.
"Chila~!"
The blade cut through the air in front, making a shrill sound of breaking through the air.
With this sword, Hong Kang's true energy was held in it, and as soon as the swords clashed, the energy of the sword suddenly burst out.
The amount of true energy in Hong Kang's body cannot allow him to recklessly use the long-distance sword energy he used before.
"So fast!!"
Feng Qingyang was shocked. The speed of Hong Kang's movement was more than twice as fast as the previous few days of fighting.
"Good boy! It seems that I had some tricks up my sleeve before!"
Although the Qinggong of the [Huashan School] was good, it was still far behind Hong Kang's speed.
Feng Qingyang stabbed out with his sword, facing Hong Kang's blade, and the sword's strength surged.
"Keng~~!"
The swords clashed, their strength equaling each other.
Feng Qingyang felt a numbness in his arms. There was no color on his face, but he was complaining in his heart.
"This kid's strength is too strong. You can't hit him head-on. You have to avoid the truth and avoid the truth."
Hong Kang failed to make the first chop, and then struck straight to the head again.
But Feng Qingyang followed Hong Kang's exposed door and pointed his sword at the right side of his chest.
He wanted to force him to return to defense, and then keep striking with his sword.
Unexpectedly, Hong Kang ignored it and still slashed straight down, as if he wanted to exchange injuries with Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang naturally didn't want to. Halfway through the sword, he flicked his wrist, bent the tip of the sword, and clicked on the side of the long sword with a "ding" sound, knocking Hong Kang's blade away.
Feng Qingyang said angrily: "You kid is crazy! Do you want to fight to the death with me?!"
"Mr. Feng, please take a look."
Hong Kang smiled, turned the sword upside down, and slashed his left arm with the strength of an ordinary warrior.
Feng Qingyang's eyes suddenly widened, and he saw only a shallow white mark on Hong Kang's arm.
"You...this is...[Iron Shirt] Dacheng??"
"No, no, [Iron Clothes Shirt] Dacheng can't be like you!"
"Is the [Golden Bell Cover] still complete??"
"But [Shaolin Sect] doesn't even have the complete copy of "The Golden Bell"..."
Hong Kang said: "This is Hong's self-created body energy kung fu. When it is completed, it will have an "indestructible body" and will be truly invulnerable, so..."
"Unless the sword you are holding, Mr. Feng, is a magical weapon, it will not be easy to break through Hong's physical defense."
Feng Qingyang frowned.
He had never heard of Hong Kang's level of horizontal training in the world.
Although it is said that when Shaolin's "Golden Bell" is perfected, it is invulnerable to swords, invulnerable to water and fire, and can easily swallow intestinal poison, this is a rumor after all, and no one has actually seen it.
Feng Qingyang thought: "No wonder this kid dares to use this kind of fighting method!"
"This guy's body is as hard as a piece of iron, and he is extremely powerful. It is not suitable for head-to-head confrontation. Then attack the nine orifices of his human body. I don't believe it. You can still be invulnerable to these nine orifices of the human body?!"
Yue Buqun and Ning Zhong saw Hong Kang "committing suicide" without any injuries, which greatly increased Hong Kang's threat level.
Yue Buqun put himself in Feng Qingyang's position in his heart and found that he had almost no chance of winning.
He thought to himself: "Back then, it wasn't that difficult for me to do anything!"
"Keng~!"
Hong Kang drew his knife again and stepped forward.
This time, the true energy evolved into water energy, and the same sword slashed down, and the sword force was like blue waves, one after another.
Even the air was stirred and tumbled by this continuous energy.
Facing this powerful sword, Feng Qingyang found that he could not avoid it, as the force of the sword had blocked other escape routes.
Since you can't avoid reality, let's do it! !
The blade of the sword is straight and unbent, and so is the swordsman.
【Breaking Knife Style】!
【Breaking style】! !
Feng Qingyang's extremely powerful energy blessed the steel sword, and with an indomitable momentum, the steel sword drew a straight line.
The sword energy of Hong Kang suddenly collided.
"Keng...dong..."
"laugh……"
The force of the clear sword is like a giant steel ship, cutting through the waves against the surging water.
But after passing through the waves, we encountered the roaring wind again.
Hong Kang's knife was covered with Qi that evolved into Feng Jin, making it sharper and more terrifying!
But Feng Qingyang is not a weakling. He knows that his strength is not as good as Hong Kang's, but the Qi he has cultivated for more than eighty years is definitely not comparable to Hong Kang's.
Therefore, he just kept compressing and instilling the true energy to strengthen the strength of the sword.
Vaguely, he felt that his own energy had a bit of edge.
Hong Kang could feel the slightest cutting sensation coming from his skin.
"What a sharp sword energy!"
If he were an ordinary warrior, the skin on his arms would probably have been cut.
Since it was an all-out fight, Hong Kang naturally used his fists after these few blows.
It just so happened that Feng Qingyang was also the one who understood the meaning of the sword.
"[Cross-Horizontal Knife]!"
"【God willing】!!"
Suddenly, a heavy pressure was born before Hong Kang swung his sword, pressing hard on Feng Qingyang.
God's will is like a knife, unpredictable.
An invisible and misty sword energy cut through the air and slashed towards Feng Qingyang.
The sword energy itself is invisible, but the sword energy presses on the fine dust and water vapor, making invisible things solidify, and the sword energy flows across the sky, which can be felt by the naked eye.
After Feng Qingyang felt the heavy pressure, his eyes sparkled, and a will that wanted to pierce the world was born from him.
The heavy pressure suddenly had no effect on him.
"Breaking air style!"
"Bro-yi-shi!!"
The sword energy that had been brewing for a long time suddenly spurted out from the tip of the sword. With a sharp sound breaking through the air, a sword energy rushed out resolutely.
Intertwined energy.
There was silence for a moment, like the silence before a thunderstorm.
Suddenly, there was a loud "boom".
A wave of air suddenly exploded between Hong Kang and Feng Qingyang, and the two of them couldn't help but retreat after the impact of the air wave.
After the two stood firm, there was a mess between them. The land was scarred and crisscrossed. The soil, leaves, gravel... were all cut into pieces.
"I lost this battle by a small margin."
Feng Qingyang threw the hilt of the sword away. There were no wounds on his body, but he knew that if he continued to be beaten, his old arms and legs would not be able to compare to someone else's steel ribs and iron bones.
However, Feng Qingyang was not depressed, but his eyes were bright.
At the last moment, his spirit sublimated and he understood a move [Broken Meaning Style], finally getting out of the cage of "Dugu Nine Swords".
"Mr. Feng's swordsmanship is the best Hong has ever seen, bar none!"
Hong Kang also flicked the hilt of his sword. His and Feng Qingyang's weapons had been broken at every turn when the sword energy was raging just now.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with taking advantage of his youth and strength.
Feng Qingyang's true energy is even stronger than mine!
Besides, he had only used half of his physical strength just now.
However, Feng Qingyang is really a good opponent. His sword skills are superb and proficient, and he can break everything. His sword intention is so high that he would rather break than bend.
It’s just that the physical body is too weak!
If his physical strength can reach more than two thousand kilograms, then his combat power can be increased several times!
Thinking like this, Hong Kang said: "Mr. Feng, Hong has a self-created Kung Fu called "Thunder Sound Stake"..."
