It was not difficult for Feng Qingyang to guess what Murong Fu was thinking. He smoothed his white beard under his chin and said with a slight smile, "Don't think too much. If it were a normal martial arts competition, I would definitely not be your opponent. But if it's just a sword fight, I'd like to ask myself

There is still some certainty.”

"A test of sword intent?" Murong Fu frowned slightly. Sword intent is a vague thing and is the most direct manifestation of swordsmanship. A contest of sword intent is just like a competition of pure swordsmanship and has nothing to do with the depth of internal strength.

In the past two years, Murong Fu's skills have been improving rapidly, and he has obtained a magical weapon such as the Heavenly Sword. He can be said to be under his control, and he rarely bothers to hone his swordsmanship. If he agrees, it will be like using his own shortcomings to attack the other's strong points.

But it doesn't quite match his usual style.

But from another perspective, this is also an opportunity. If he can defeat Feng Qingyang in pure swordsmanship, the title of "Sword God" will fall on him. Thinking about it, I am quite excited. The only flaw is that

, the audience seems to be a bit small, even if we really win, outsiders will not know.

Murong Fu thought about it in his mind, but finally he didn't want to give up this opportunity to face off against a peak swordsman, so he nodded, "Just follow what the senior said."

Feng Qingyang glanced at him approvingly, "My little friend is really a man of great courage and wisdom. No wonder he is where he is today."

"Senior, you are well rewarded." Murong Fu smiled reservedly and changed the topic, "You and I are competing for sword power. It must be a full-on confrontation, and we can't stand the slightest interruption. But I have a little bit of character as a nephew of yours.

Don’t worry, senior, you don’t mind if I do something to him, right?”

As he spoke, he glanced at Yue Buqun, showing no intention of hiding it at all.

Yue Buqun secretly complained incessantly, why did it involve him again? He didn't even know about swordsmanship competition, so how could he have any idea.

Feng Qingyang’s brows wrinkled and then relaxed, “Little friends, please help yourself.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Fu suddenly appeared, spread out his fingers and grabbed Yue Buqun's chest.

Yue Buqun's eyebrows were beating fast, and he instinctively wanted to dodge, but then he heard Murong Fu's voice, "Don't move, or I won't be polite."

Are you being polite to me now? Yue Buqun thought this in his heart. Even though he was filled with overwhelming anger, he could only swallow it forcefully and did not move after all. In fact, even if he hid, he might not be able to dodge because Murong Fu was so fast.

too fast.

Murong Fu's five fingers beat, and he pressed several points on Yue Buqun's chest, sealing his eight extraordinary meridians and acupuncture points all over his body. Then he smiled and said, "Okay, you can rest assured now. Mr. Lin, come and make love to you."

"Teacher, lift it aside."

The last sentence was said by Chao Lin Pingzhi. The word "love teacher" was emphasized quite heavily, and the meaning of ridicule was obvious.

Lin Pingzhi was so ashamed that he stepped forward and took Yue Buqun away.

"Brother Murong, be careful." Yi Lin said weakly, looking at Feng Qingyang from time to time, curious about this legendary figure.

With the most restless factor resolved, Murong Fu could give it a go and stood a few feet away from Feng Qingyang, waving his hand in a gesture of invitation, "Senior, please."

"You don't have to be polite, little friend, please." Feng Qingyang replied, and the faces of both parties instantly became solemn, and they looked at each other quietly.

Yilin and Lin Pingzhi followed Murong Fu's instructions and retreated five feet away. They stared at every move of the two people in the field with wide eyes. Apart from anything else, one of these two people was the legendary pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Shenfeng Qingyang, a rising star who is almost invincible in the world, the sword showdown between the two, is there any more exciting battle in the world?

Murong Fu and Feng Qingyang remained motionless, staring at each other for nearly a quarter of an hour. Just when Yi Lin's eyes were a little sore, suddenly, the sleeves and robes of the two of them moved automatically without the wind, and their hair was flying.

Yilin's heart was pounding, and her beautiful eyes were widened, fearing that she would miss any details. But to her disappointment, although there was movement, the two of them did not make a move, and there was a vague strange wave slowly spreading around them.

, a layer of rock and soil within a radius of several feet was removed.

"Senior Brother Lin," Yi Lin couldn't help but be curious. Seeing Lin Pingzhi next to her, who was fascinated, she couldn't help but ask, "What are they competing against?"

"Sword Intent." Lin Pingzhi replied.

A trace of doubt flashed across Yilin's face. She wanted to ask something, but was too embarrassed to ask.

Lin Pingzhi explained, "The sword intention is intangible and qualityless. The young master and Master Feng are competing for the sword intention. Naturally, it is invisible to the naked eye and can only be felt with the heart."

After he woke up at this point, Yilin closed her eyes and tried to feel it with her consciousness, but the next moment, her face suddenly turned extremely pale, she screamed in pain, and when she opened her eyes, her little face was full of fear.

"What's wrong?" Lin Ping was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Are you okay? The two of them have already joined hands at this moment. You can't just use your consciousness to pry in. It's very dangerous."

Yilin nodded with lingering fear. At that moment, she seemed to be in a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​swords. The surroundings were filled with endless sword energy, which crushed her to pieces in an instant. Until this moment, there was still a faint pain in the depths of her mind.

Yue Buqun, who was unable to move on the other side, also widened his eyes and looked at the two people in the field with a look of disbelief on his face. He was also a master of swordsmanship for many years, but he had never been able to understand the meaning of the sword. This was not because he was not qualified, but

It was because he had a great prejudice against the Sword Sect. He believed that practicing swordsmanship without practicing Qi would be empty and flashy, so he always warned his disciples not to follow the practices of the Sword Sect disciples, and he himself would never understand anything.

Sword intent.

It wasn't until he used his mind to examine Feng Qingyang's sword intention that he realized that he was wrong. Sword qi belongs to the same family. The so-called sword should refer to sword intention, not sword moves. Practicing qi without sword practice is useless.

Shape, not its meaning.

Not to mention what the three people onlookers thought, Murong Fu who was in the midst of it felt even more real at this moment. Feng Qingyang was worthy of being a legendary figure who had been famous for a long time. His swordsmanship was majestic and sharp, and his swordsmanship was at its peak.

The word "Sword God" is worthy of its name.

Of course, Murong Fu's own swordsmanship is also quite good. Firstly, his skill has reached the state of transformation, and his martial arts cultivation cannot be judged by common sense. Secondly, he has used the Heavenly Sword for so long, even if he didn't bother to figure it out.

However, things like sword intention also need to be subtle. Even a person who doesn't understand swords can understand it a little bit.

The fight between the two seemed calm, but in fact it was an undercurrent. The surroundings were filled with endless sword intent, and a faint sizzling sound could be heard in the void.

Another quarter of an hour passed. Murong Fu's face turned slightly pale, and his forehead was covered with dense sweat. Feng Qingyang's face was tense, his white beard was trembling slightly, and his hands had already grasped the sword secret at some point. It was obviously not that.

easy.

"Break it!" Suddenly Murong Fu shouted in a low voice. In an instant, the wind surged and the wind roared loudly. Large tracts of rocks, grass and trees were rolled up, or spun around, or directly chopped into pieces, suspended in the air and unable to fall down.

And Feng Qingyang was not to be outdone, his sleeves and robes were swollen, and streaks of light seemed to be transparent passed by him. He looked extremely sharp, as if the void had been cut, and his old face was even more flushed, and his facial muscles

Beating rapidly and shaking.

The sizzling, unpleasant and harsh sounds are becoming more frequent. The void between the two of them has become hazy, filled with something faintly. Although they cannot see it clearly, everyone present understands that if they are involved at this moment, they will only

I'm afraid that I'll be minced into pieces in no time.

Suddenly Feng Qingyang groaned, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Murong Fu frowned and said, "Senior, I admit that your swordsmanship is more powerful, but it seems that you are a little weak. If we continue to compete, there will be no results, so why not admit defeat?"

Feng Qingyang's face was slightly distorted, but she didn't speak. She didn't know whether it was because she was unable to speak or because she didn't want to say more.

With a thought in his mind, Murong Fu opened his hands wide and clocked the time. A series of almost transparent light strands appeared around him and pressed towards Feng Qingyang.

"Haha, little friend, I was too hasty." At this time, Feng Qingyang finally spoke. It was particularly difficult to speak, but there was some determination and confidence, and it seemed that he had already won.

Sure enough, as soon as Murong Fu's condensed sword intent reached Feng Qingyang's vicinity, he immediately unleashed an even more fierce and tenacious sword intent, killing Murong Fu until he lost his armor.

"Senior, don't be careless. How do you know that this junior is not plotting against Chen Cang!" Murong Fu said with a half-smile, his hands changed, and the debris of grass and trees that had been rolled up turned around and turned into a long dragon, roaring

With a roar, he rolled toward Feng Qingyang with an unparalleled sword intent.

"Sword Intent Transformed!" Feng Qingyang exclaimed, his tone mixed with deep surprise, but he did not lose his composure. The sword formula in his hand changed, and a dazzling white light suddenly lit up on his chest, with countless transparent light threads.

Gathered together, a lifelike long sword was formed in an instant.

This long sword is not the phantom of the sword energy condensed by Xunqi Qi, but is transformed by the sword intention, which is even better than Murong Fu's "sword intention transformation" with the help of external objects.

Sure enough, as soon as the "long sword" appeared, Murong Fu's long dragon was like weathering. In less than half a breath, it had shrunk in size, and then was pierced by the long sword. It trembled violently for a few times and broke into pieces.

Dirty.

"Isn't it true?" Murong Fu couldn't help but murmured. The so-called transformation of the sword's will was just a temporary idea of ​​his using his internal energy to transform. He originally thought that the old man had reached his limit, so he took advantage of the situation to kill him in one fell swoop.

Defeated, I didn't expect that the other party had a hand in reserve.

"What do you think, boy? What do you think of my Taixu Sword Intent now?" Feng Qingyang couldn't help but say proudly.

It's just that the voice was extremely hoarse and unpleasant.

"Am I just going to lose like this?" Murong Fu felt quite unwilling. Although he admitted that his opponent's swordsmanship was extremely high, he, Murong Fu, was already a master in the transformation realm, how could he lose?

Glancing at the opponent's long sword that was condensed with sword intent, his heart moved, and his hands turned like wheels. At the same time, he said, "Senior's Taixu sword intent is indeed unfathomable and mysterious, but this junior is not without means."
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