The first thousand two hundred and fourteenth chapters have no self and no sword
As soon as Murong Fu finished speaking, the Heavenly Sword hanging on his waist trembled slightly, and suddenly a clear buzzing sound sounded in everyone's hearts, and countless crystal clear silk threads came out from the scabbard.
"This is..." Feng Qingyang's eyes narrowed, staring at the long sword at Murong Fu's waist, and said in a trembling voice, "The divine sword has a spirit, and the sword's will comes from itself!"
The sword intent emitted by the Heavenly Sword is not as scattered as Murong Fu's. It is actually like tiny tentacles, rolling together all the scattered sword intent around it. After a while of twisting, a long and transparent sword is condensed out of thin air.
The sword, if you look closely, looks exactly like Feng Qingyang's sword intent.
At this time, the moon was at its zenith. Under the moonlight, Lin Pingzhi and the others could only see a glint of crystal light flashing between Murong Fu and Feng Qingyang from time to time. However, there was a deep chill within a radius of several feet, which made them feel sad.
Chill.
Feng Qingyang was shocked and then came back to his senses, "Boy, I didn't expect you to possess such a magical weapon, but with the help of foreign objects, you still fell behind, which is not good for your swordsmanship."
How could Murong Fu not know this truth, and with the help of the Heavenly Sword, he would be somewhat defeated, but he wouldn't care so much, all he wanted was to win against this old man, and not using his inner strength would have already given him a lot of face, since he could use it
How can he be polite when the Heavenly Sword enhances his own sword power?
With the blessing of the Heavenly Sword, Murong Fu's sword intent immediately improved by more than one level, from the previous mixed and chaotic to pure and tough. However, when he raised his hand and lightly touched it, the crystal "long sword" trembled slightly, followed by a sharp scream.
Thousands of sword intentions are pressing towards Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang's beard and hair were spread out, and his reaction was not slow. He stretched out his hand and held the phantom of the long sword condensed by the sword's will. He turned over and slashed diagonally. In an instant, the long sword was like a whale sucking water.
All the surrounding sword intent was absorbed and turned into a bright sword light that flew out.
The distance of a few feet was approaching in an instant. The two swords clashed with each other, which was better than thousands of sword moves. The swords of both sides formed two halves with clear distinctions. It was hard to tell the difference. The space where they met was blurry, as if they were about to be captured.
It's almost melted.
After a moment of stalemate, the two stood motionless, but their legs were already knee-deep in the soil. Murong Fu's side was better. He had advanced transformation and had a strong spiritual consciousness, while Feng Qingyang's side was not.
He was so relaxed, his face was no longer rosy, his old look was showing, and his eyes, mouth and nose were already bloodshot.
"Senior Sword God, is it necessary to continue the competition?" Seeing this, Murong Fu couldn't bear it, so he spoke out.
Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth and said nothing, but he had no intention of dissipating his sword intent.
Murong Fu frowned. Although the situation was evenly matched now, his side had obviously stronger endurance. It was only a matter of time before he won. If Feng Qingyang persisted, he would probably exhaust his energy and die. Even if he did not die, he would
He will be seriously injured, after all, he is already very old.
After thinking for a while, he was about to say a few more words of persuasion, but Feng Qingyang suddenly shouted loudly, "No self, no sword, no sword...no self!"
Before he finished speaking, the momentum around him changed drastically, and the majestic sword intent rolled violently. His energy rushed into the clouds, and the sword roared for nine days. The sound was so terrifying.
Murong Fu's face slightly condensed, and he felt that the opponent's sword intention seemed to have undergone some kind of transformation at this moment, from virtual to real, and it was unstoppable.
This feeling was indescribable and mysterious. For a moment, he actually had the idea of admitting defeat.
However, he quickly extinguished this thought and did not see how he moved. Infinite Sword Intent came out from the Heavenly Sword and instantly joined the battle group.
There was a burst of sound, the swords chimed, the void trembled, and strands of light weaved into a large transparent net between the two of them, cutting vertically and horizontally, colliding and annihilating. Under the reflection of the moonlight, there was an indescribable splendor, and
There was a biting chill.
After a few breaths passed, Feng Qingyang was finally defeated due to lack of strength, and his sword intention was gradually worn away and dispersed by Murong Fu. Finally, it dissipated completely and he was defeated.
Murong Fu did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory. He waved his hand to disperse the sword intent and took a long breath. To be honest, although this battle was not so earth-shattering and grand, it was no less labor intensive than the battle with Ah Qing. The sword intent was
Competition is actually a kind of spiritual battle, which is dangerous and unpredictable.
As soon as he was relieved, he immediately felt top-heavy and almost fell over. He couldn't help shouting, "Yilin, come here and help me."
Yi Lin screamed and hurried over to help him, "Brother Murong, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Murong Fu shook his head and felt a little better, then frowned and said, "Go and see how Senior Feng is doing?"
At this time, Feng Qingyang had collapsed on the ground, with disheveled hair and weak breathing.
Lin Pingzhi came over just in time. Hearing this, he hurried to Feng Qingyang's side and checked his heartbeat. "Senior just spent too much, it shouldn't be a serious problem."
At this time, Feng Qingyang's weak voice sounded, "Little friend Lin, please help me up. I want to meditate and adjust my breathing for a while."
Lin Pingzhi did as he was told and put him in a cross-legged sitting position.
Murong Fu couldn't help but rolled his eyes. This kind of mental consumption could not be alleviated by adjusting the breath. Sleeping was the best solution. He really wanted to go back and have a good sleep now. It would be better if he had someone beside him.
There are a few beauties accompanying him, but the bet has not been collected yet, so naturally he cannot leave like this. After this battle, he is still somewhat interested in the Taixu Sword Intent.
I was wondering if I should remind the old man to cash in my bet first and then go home and sleep. Unexpectedly, only a quarter of an hour later, Feng Qingyang opened her eyes and her face turned a little rosy.
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but said, "Old man, you actually have the magical ability to resurrect with full blood?"
Feng Qingyang was stunned, obviously not understanding what "resurrection with full blood" meant, but he did not delve into it. A trace of sadness flashed across his face, and he sighed quietly, "I didn't expect that I lost after all. Senior Dugu once said, 'No
Sticking to form, no sword is better than having a sword.' Taixu Sword Intent also goes like this, 'Without me, there is no sword, without sword, there is no self.' I have realized the realm of swordlessness, why do I still lose?"
"Senior Dugu?" Murong Fu was slightly startled, "Senior is talking about the sword demon Dugu Qiubai? Have you seen him?"
Feng Qingyang nodded, with a trace of reminiscence flashing in his eyes, "That happened sixty years ago. At that time, I was not yet twenty years old. I learned a few sword skills and then traveled down the mountain. I was young and energetic.
Quarrel, being chased and knocked off a cliff..."
Well, he was another lucky man who fell off a cliff and survived but also picked up a bunch of magical secrets. Murong Fu cursed and asked rather speechlessly, "Where is the cliff?"
Feng Qingyang rolled her eyes at him and continued, "I can't remember the location of the cliff clearly. I only remember that I woke up in a desperate valley. It was an old man who saved me. He had gray hair and no trace of hair on his body.
He has no aura fluctuations and is just like an ordinary old man. It wasn’t until I bumped into him one time to learn the sword that I learned his identity. He turned out to be the famous sword demon Dugu Qiubai in the world."
Lin Pingzhi and Yi Lin were confused. They had never heard of the sword demon Dugu Qiufei. It was no wonder that the era when Dugu Qiufei roamed the world was too far away for them.
In today's arena, only living fossils of martial arts like Feng Qingyang can still have some impression. Of course, Murong Fu is a special case.
Feng Qingyang said, "I was overjoyed at the time and wanted to become my disciple without even thinking about it. However, Senior Sword Demon seemed to have some grudges and vowed not to accept a disciple for the rest of his life. For this reason, I knelt in front of his door for seven days and seven nights.
, he always refused, and in the end he couldn't test me anymore, so he casually passed me a set of swordsmanship that he used when he was young, which is the 'Dugu Nine Swords' that you learned from me two years ago."
"Senior Feng is really in a good position. Senior Dugu is a scholar and a man of nature, and he has been seeking defeat all his life. Even if he is handed down one and a half moves casually, he will be able to use them for a lifetime." Murong Fu praised after hearing this. It can be seen that Dugu Qiubei is very interested in Feng Qingyang.
This life had a great impact, and it can even be said that without that encounter, he would not have been where he is today.
Feng Qingyang nodded slightly, "Indeed, if it weren't for Senior Dugu, I would have become a pile of loess, rotting silently in a valley somewhere."
Murong Fu is silent, life encounters are ever-changing, and some people can change your life with a simple sentence.
After Feng Qingyang finished speaking, his face became much relieved, and his eyes fell on the Ping Ping sword on Murong Fu's waist, "My little friend, can you tell me, what kind of sword is this?"
During the previous fight, he could naturally feel that it was the sword intent from this sword that cooperated with Murong Fu to defeat him in one fell swoop.
When he mentioned this, Murong Fu's face looked a little unnatural. He had won the victory, but it was not a victory with force. Originally, his mental consciousness was not even a bit stronger than Feng Qingyang's, and he had a great advantage in the swordsmanship competition.
Then he also used the blessing of the Heavenly Sword. It can almost be said that the Heavenly Sword defeated Feng Qingyang, not Murong Fu.
After hesitating for a moment, Murong Fu said, "This sword is called 'Equality', and it was made using ancient sword-making techniques."
After hearing this, Feng Qingyang was silent for a long time, and finally sighed, "No wonder, with such a divine sword at my side, my little friend has no rivals in the world. I won't lose unjustly."
The tone of his speech was slightly sour. He had studied the art of swordsmanship all his life, but he did not have a good sword. In fact, in his current "swordless" state, ordinary swords, even the Heavenly Sword, were of no use to him.
It is of great use, but a truly magical weapon like the Heavenly Sword is a different matter.
"This...Senior, don't worry too much. Let's just call it a draw this time. We will have a chance to discuss and compare with each other in the future." Murong Fu said without blushing, and then changed the topic, "But
It's already very late now. I have important things to do tomorrow, so I'll take the first step."
The implication is, I'm leaving, why don't you cash in your bet first?
But Feng Qingyang didn't seem to hear it, and waved his hand slightly, "I won't stay here any longer, so I'll say goodbye. Take care, little friend."
If it had been anyone else, he might have been deceived by him, but who was Murong Fu? No one in the world could be as thick-skinned as him. He immediately said very "tactfully", "That...what the senior said before is too...
Virtual Sword Intent... According to the agreement, should I lend it to the juniors for viewing?"
Feng Qingyang was stunned for a while, then he laughed and said, "You kid, you talk about being tied with me, but in fact you are still thinking about my secret book. You are very hypocritical."
Murong Fu did not feel ashamed at all, but said sternly, "Senior's words are wrong. In terms of swordsmanship, the junior is indeed not as good as the senior. But in the swordsmanship competition just now, the junior really won. Is there any problem with honoring the bet?"
Feng Qingyang took a deep look at him and said, "Okay, I've said what I said, and it's hard to keep track of it. It's okay to give this Taixu Sword Intent to you. Your boy has deep luck and great talent. I hope this secret book will not be lost in your hands." The pearl is covered in dust.”
As he spoke, he took out a very old sheepskin book from his arms, glanced at it with some reluctance, and handed it to Murong Fu.
Murong Fu was naturally not polite and hurriedly took it, only to hear Feng Qingyang continue, "I have done my best with the Huashan Sect. I just hope that my little friend will not do anything wrong and leave a legacy for them."
Murong Fu's heart moved when he heard this, "Senior, don't worry, no matter what, the inheritance of Huashan Sect will not be broken. Senior, your heart is with Huashan. I wonder if you have any plans to reopen the Sword Sect?"