No matter how you say it, Yu Canghai is still the head of the [Qingcheng Sect]. Under the watchful eyes of many disciples, he was forced like this by a yellow-haired girl. If he doesn't take action, he will really lose his face!
"Hmph! Since Miss Pang insists, I will practice with you."
"Otherwise, wouldn't it mean that people underestimate my Qingcheng martial arts!!"
"Canglang~!"
Yu Canghai unsheathed his long sword. Although he was short, the blade was quite long.
He jumped up like a nimble civet cat, crossed a distance of more than ten meters from above, and landed five meters in front of Pang Qingyang.
The sunlight and the sword light merged into one piece, melting like water, swaying in front of Pang Qingyang.
It can be seen that this sword is not ordinary!
"You take action first!"
Yu Canghai maintained his senior style, and of course he would not make the first move.
Pang Qingyang didn't have any modest ideas. He raised [Three Feet of Water] and used the move "Weak Willow Fufeng" against Yu Canghai.
It was obviously a hard iron sword, but Pang Qingyang used it like a soft sword.
The tip of the long sword in Yu Canghai's hand couldn't help but tremble, and with a "Biyuan Tengjiao" move, he thrust it at Pang Qingyang. When the two used the long sword, the Qingcheng disciple next to him immediately saw that his master's sword was better than this one. Qingyang's sword is about the length of a hand.
Judging from this, before the woman's sword touched Yu Canghai, Yu Canghai was able to slash it from her lower abdomen to her throat, making a two-and-a-half-foot gash.
"Well done!"
Pang Qingyang didn't use any of his moves, nor did he change his moves. The sword that was stabbing at Yu Canghai was deflected midway, and the target was changed to his long sword, which seemed to be entangled with a wicker.
"Liu Si makes spring."
Even soft wicker can exert considerable power when filled with infuriating energy, let alone an iron sword!
The sword edge of [Three Feet of Water] contained no strength and immediately collided with Yu Canghai's long sword.
"Ding ding ding..."
A series of golden and iron sounds sounded, and tiny sparks bloomed between the two.
After one move, the two of them took a few steps back at the same time.
Yu Canghai looked at Pang Qingyang gloomily. With this blow, he was evenly matched with this girl!
This girl's sword is very powerful! !
When his eyes fell on his sword, his pupils suddenly tightened.
"This is……"
There were four or five gaps on the sword blade, which were very shallow, only three or two hairs thick.
Yu Canghai wiped the blade of the sword and thought to himself sadly, this is the sword he has worn for many years! !
At the same time, an alarm bell rang in her heart. This girl had a magic weapon in her hand. If the sword blades collided multiple times, wouldn't the sword be cut off? !
But he also coveted the [Three Feet of Water] in Pang Qingyang's hand.
He thought that since this girl came to the door, he would definitely have to leave something behind if he lost. When the sword fell into his hands, it would not be considered as a robbery.
As for killing the other party! ?
When Yu Canghai thought of the fate of [Songshan Sect]... No, the other party was just a junior. As a senior, he had to have a corresponding mind.
After this blow, Pang Qingyang had a rough idea of his own strength. He took three steps closer and stabbed straight with his sword again.
The approaching figure will prevent Yu Canghai from taking full advantage of the long sword.
But Yu Canghai's reputation was not in vain after all. He swayed left and right and swung his long sword horizontally, creating waves of sword wind.
Pang Qingyang pointed his toes, his posture was like a butterfly flying, and his sword followed him, striking casually.
It looks like a light and weak thrust, but in fact the sword is powerful.
"Well done!"
Yu Canghai seemed to have turned into a pine needle on a tree, being blown by the wind, and his figure kept swaying.
And the sword in his hand went straight forward, fiercely and swiftly.
Every time Pang Qingyang thrust, Yu Canghai responded with a counterattack, making endless "ding-ding-ding-ding" sounds.
The speed of the swords between the two became faster and faster as they fought, and their strength also kept changing. Some were sharp and fierce, some were soft and long-lasting, some were rapid combos, or some were avoiding the truth and making mistakes...
The expressions of the Qingcheng disciples changed several times as the two of them fought.
From surprise and envy, to disbelief, in the end I could only face the continuous sword light, and I was at a loss...
"Master is so amazing!"
"...This little girl is actually so strong!?"
"What kind of swordsmanship did she use? Does any of you know??"
“I can’t see clearly, how can I recognize it!!”
"Who will win??"
"Needless to say, of course it's Master!"
"But……"
"It's nothing! Master is just letting her go now. As long as Master becomes serious later, he will be able to take this little bitch off in a few strokes."
"oh……"
On a huge tree that no one noticed, a black figure stood quietly. From this position, the entire martial arts training ground could be seen.
He restrained his aura and blended in with the environment, so no one noticed his presence.
It was said that Pang Qingyang was asked to come alone, but in fact Hong Kang had been following him.
Hong Kang watched the fight between Pang Qingyang and Yu Canghai and said silently in his mind: "Qingyang's internal swordsmanship is a bit better than Yu Canghai's, but he has not yet formed his own fighting style and fighting rhythm."
"This trip east to return home is just enough for Qingyang to find a fighting style that suits him."
Yu Canghai danced more and more anxiously, and the shape of the sword in his hand could no longer be seen at all, only a blur of silver light. A group of Qingcheng disciples could not see the outcome, they could only see their master's moves getting faster and faster. The little girl's figure was swaying up and down, as if she was busy trying to defend herself.
They thought that Yu Canghai had the upper hand, and they all cheered on the sidelines.
But Yu Canghai's heart is sinking lower and lower now, and he now knows that he is suffering.
Every time Pang Qingyang's long sword penetrated and touched his long sword, Yu Canghai could feel a numbness in his arm.
He could feel that this girl's internal strength was about the same as his own, but the other party's Qi felt sharp and cutting. This was why after so many moves, his arm started to tremble when holding the sword.
In addition, the opponent's weapons are better than hers, and if she is not careful, the sword will be broken by her.
And Pang Qingyang thought to himself: "The opponent's sword skills have begun to repeat themselves, Guizhou Donkey's skills are exhausted!"
She once saw Hong Kang and Feng Qingyang discussing swordsmanship, which greatly broadened her horizons.
Pang Qingyang discovered that Yu Canghai's sword skills were not very advanced, and were mostly combined with Qinggong and body skills.
Although most of the sword moves are focused on attacking, and they appear to be fast and dense at first glance, there are basically no moves that involve wide opening and closing, slow hitting fast.
Pang Qingyang saw the flaw, and his movement speed suddenly increased a few minutes, and the person rushed out like a gust of wind.
A "Wind Leaving Traces" movement immediately broke the sword circle formed by Yu Cang Haiyun's sword flying like flying.
Yu Canghai only felt a weight and a lightness in his hand, and the long sword came out of his hand.
Then his shoulders sank, his neck felt cold, and his body suddenly froze.
Turning his eyes to the left, a blue-white long sword was placed on his shoulder and neck.
Pang Qingyang's breath was unstable, but there was a smile on her face.
"Master Yu, I accept the concession!"
…………
Yu Renyan, Hou Renying and other Qingcheng disciples stared blankly at the field.
"Dad (Master) lost..."
Yu Canghai looked at Pang Qingyang's bright smile, and then noticed the strange eyes of those disciples. He felt so dazzling! !
I’ve lost most of my life’s reputation like this? ?
If word gets out and they know that I lost to a young girl, what will people in the world think of me? What do you think of [Qingcheng School]? How can I have the face to gain a foothold in the world? !
In a daze, Yu Canghai thought of his master, Chang Qingzi.
He suddenly felt that he could understand his master's state of mind when he lost to Lin Yuantu.
