"Hmph, old man, let's see what's going on!" Tingfeng snorted and moved both hands together. The long sword in his left hand flew out with its sheath, and his right hand struck Feng Qingyang's right chest.
At the same time, Chui Xue and Ting Feng's movements were exactly the same, but the directions were slightly different. The two women were as fast as the wind, and their postures were free and elegant, making Yue Lingshan and Lin Pingzhi, who were standing behind Murong Fu, look envious.
"Good work!" Feng Qingyang, with his white beard fluttering, couldn't help but praise. He didn't dare to be lazy at the moment. He held up a sword finger with both hands and tapped Tingfeng and Chuixue's palms respectively.
The bodies of the two women suddenly stopped as if they had hit a transparent wall. They both felt a stinging pain in their palms. However, the two women were obviously prepared. They shook their free hands at the hilt of the sword that flew out.
Holding it, with a "swipe" sound, two green lights suddenly appeared, the long sword was unsheathed, turned around in the air, flew towards the two women, and also drew towards Feng Qingyang's arms.
"This is...the Dragon Capturing Technique!" Hong Qigong was shaken. He knew this secret skill of the Beggar Clan, but no one in the Beggar Clan had practiced it for nearly a hundred years, including himself.
Thinking that today I saw two little girls from another sect, you can imagine the shock in my heart.
"Boy, when did your family steal the Beggar Clan's unique skills?" Hong Qigong was shocked, but also a little aggrieved, and turned to look at Murong Fu.
When Murong Fu heard this, his expression was slightly sarcastic, and he said vaguely: "I don't know this, junior, maybe one of the senior members of the noble gang has some connection with the Murong family!"
"Hmph!" Hong Qigong also knew that Murong Fu could not be traced for this matter, so he snorted and said nothing.
Listening to the wind, Chui Xue sucked the long sword back into his hand, and started using the Dragon City Sword Technique. In an instant, a layer of light curtain seemed to be covered in front of the two women, slowly moving towards Feng Qingyang, flowing like clouds and flowing water, and perfectly connected.
"Good swordsmanship!" Feng Qingyang praised with a smile, and pointed his hands in the air, only to hear several "chichi, clang" sounds, and several gaps appeared in the light curtain.
Although Tingfeng knew that this old man was known as the God of Swordsman and must have extremely high attainments in swordsmanship, he never expected that he would be so skilled that he could defeat the two women's Dragon City swordsmanship in just one round.
Tingfeng felt quite dissatisfied, and suddenly shouted, "Liang Yi Sword Technique!"
Immediately, the sword moves changed drastically, as fast as lightning, the momentum was fierce, and little cold stars appeared on the tip of the sword.
Fubuki, on the other hand, was just the opposite. His movements were slow, his moves were wide open and closed, and the sword shadows were spinning around him, which was extremely mysterious.
The swordsmanship between the two women seems to be very different, but there is an indescribable close connection between them. They complement each other and achieve the same goal through different paths.
"This is... the positive and negative swordsmanship!" Feng Qingyang said with a bit of surprise in his tone. Immediately, his sleeves and robes fluttered, he waved his right hand in the air, and countless sword energy emerged.
"Go!" Feng Qingyang shouted in a low voice, and the sword energy around him flashed with cold light, and he shot towards the two Tingfeng girls respectively.
"Chichichichi" there was a rapid sound, and the sword energy was blocked by the two women's long swords. Although the positive and negative swordsmanship is only a first-class swordsmanship, if two people use it together, the power will be greatly increased, compared to the Liancheng swordsmanship.
, Tai Chi, swordsmanship, etc. are not much weaker, especially since the two women have a spiritual connection, which makes them even more powerful.
After shattering all of Feng Qingyang's sword energy, Tingfeng's footsteps changed and appeared on Feng Qingyang's left side. With a flick of his wrist, several sword shadows stabbed at Feng Qingyang's left rib, armpit and other places at the same time.
However, Chui Xue came to the front of him, and with a "swipe" sound, the long sword slashed from his left shoulder to his right rib, killing two birds with one stone, not only preventing him from neutralizing Ting Feng's move, but also attacking him with it.
Feng Qingyang frowned slightly, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his heart. He had dozens of moves that could break the two women's combos, but all of them were ruthless moves that would cause serious injuries to the two women. If he hurt these two girls,
Wouldn’t it be an insult to Murong Fu?
Seeing that the sword tip was about to reach his body, Feng Qingyang sighed secretly in his heart, moved his steps slightly, and actually took two steps back from a special angle, barely avoiding the two women's sword tips.
"Okay, that's right, no one has been able to force me to regress for many years!" Feng Qingyang looked at the two little girls in front of him, who were no more than ten years old, with a complex expression.
"Do you have a bad memory? When the old beggar competed with you last month, didn't he force you back several steps?" Hong Qigong looked at Feng Qingyang with disdain and exposed his background unceremoniously.
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"That's dismantling the moves, how can they be counted!" Feng Qingyang glanced at Hong Qigong, "If it were you, you might not be defeated by these two little girls!"
Hong Qigong smiled sarcastically and pretended to close his eyes to rest. He was joking. The combined internal strength of these two little girls was definitely not inferior to his own. Wouldn't it be ugly if they lost? Then he thought again, it seems that Murong Fu is older than this
The two girls are not much older, and it seems that they will lose their dignity if they lose in his hands...
"Humph, what's the point of forcing you to back down!" Tingfeng couldn't stand Feng Qingyang's way of complimenting him, so he snorted and retorted unceremoniously.
"Haha, the younger generation is to be feared, the younger generation is to be feared!" Feng Qingyang smiled, not caring about Ting Feng's rudeness, "I will be serious next time!"
Murong Fu was speechless. This old man was even better at pretending than him. However, when he saw that Feng Qingyang had backed down just now because he didn't want to hurt the two girls, he immediately felt relieved and resumed his full power.
Get your inner strength up.
Tingfeng didn't say a word, he stepped forward and said "swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish."
"It's flashy and useless!" Feng Qingyang commented casually. He made a sword formula with his left hand, raised the fingers of his right hand together, and a faint white energy puffed out at his fingertips, regardless of the cold light of the sword shadow around him.
, just clicked towards the rather inconspicuous Hanxing on the right.
At the end of the day, the sword shadows all over the sky were like mirrors, and with a "clang", they all shattered.
Tingfeng was startled, and he slid his left foot forward two steps, "Look at the sword!" But a very strange sword stabbed Feng Qingyang on the shoulder.
But when the sword was halfway through, Tingfeng couldn't help but pause. It turned out that Feng Qingyang's sword finger had been pointing at the empty door exposed on Tingfeng's left chest at some point. Although it was still a few feet away from her body, her sword reached Feng Qingyang.
Qingyang's shoulders were only a few inches away, but Tingfeng felt chills all over his body for no apparent reason, as if he would be stabbed through the heart and die if he moved even a little further.
When Chui Xue was listening to the wind, he also stabbed Feng Qingyang in the middle of Tanzhong with his sword, but he just pointed the sword finger of his left hand diagonally forward and downwards, which actually made Chui Xue dare not move any more.
The two women looked at each other and saw a flash of horror in each other's eyes.
Next, the two women almost used all their exquisite swordsmanship, but no matter what kind of swordsmanship they used, no matter how clever the coordination, they were all easily resolved by Feng Qingyang, and each time the two women only used half of their moves.
They were all like a light on my back, I didn't dare to move anymore, my heart was both irritated and aggrieved.
The two girls naturally didn't know that Feng Qingyang had understood the sword-breaking techniques of Dugu's Nine Swords for decades. There was nothing he couldn't break with ordinary swordsmanship, even top-notch swordsmanship.
After about a stick of incense passed by, the two women's smooth foreheads were covered with fine sweat, but they never got a single move, so they had no choice but to stop.
Tingfeng waved his hand and said weakly: "Forget it, we are not your opponent, let's let the young master give you some color to see!"
"Hey, now you know what it means to have someone outside the world, and there is a world outside the world!" Murong Fu looked at Tingfeng with some gloating, "Senior Sword God is a master of swordsmanship. He can give you guidance on your swordsmanship, which is much better than the Young Master's guidance.
, go back and think carefully about the sword competition process just now, and understand as much as you can!"
"Yes, sir!" The two girls responded in unison, Tingfeng pouting slightly, feeling quite unhappy, but there was nothing they could do about it.
"You've almost recovered, right? I've been itching for your Six Meridians Divine Sword for a long time!" Feng Qingyang looked at Murong Fu impatiently.
Murong Fu stood up and patted the dust on his butt, and said: "It's almost done. Although it has only recovered 40 to 50%, there should be no problem with a few moves of the Six Meridian Divine Sword!"
Feng Qingyang nodded, spread out his right hand, and put his left hand behind his back, "Let's take action!"
Murong Fu secretly curled his lips, "Why did I forget to take this pose before? What a miscalculation!" On the surface, he raised his hands and saluted, "Senior, be careful, this Six Meridians Divine Sword is an invisible sword energy. If this junior cannot control it,
Of course, I accidentally hurt senior, so I hope senior won’t take offense.”
Feng Qingyang nodded, "What are you talking about? I am a loner, and no one will seek revenge on you even if you die!"
Murong Furuo glanced at Yue Lingshan and Lin Pingzhi pointedly, then his face straightened, "Senior, please give me some advice!"
Before he finished speaking, two extremely subtle "chichi" sounds came out, and two sword energy, one purple and one red, shot out from the fingertips and went straight towards Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang's expression was solemn, and he no longer had the same casual attitude as before when he faced Tingfeng and the two girls, but when he saw him flicking his hands, two white sword energy shot out.
In an instant, the sword energy of both sides met in the air, and with two "puffs", the Six Meridian Divine Sword, which had always been invincible, was penetrated by the extremely ordinary white sword energy.
But the white energy only became a little thinner, and it shot towards Murong Fu at an extremely fast speed without losing its force.
"Young Master!" Tingfeng and the two girls couldn't help but exclaimed.
Murong Fu was also slightly frightened in his heart, and he immediately raised two swords to disperse the white sword energy.
"Senior, do you dare to ask what this is?" Murong Fu asked, looking at Feng Qingyang who looked slightly pleased.
"This is the innate sword energy that I have cultivated myself!"
Murong Fu was shocked. No wonder it was so powerful. How could it compare to the six swords in one?
Immediately he stopped trying any more, his hands blurred for a while, and finally he made a swipe out of thin air, and a white sword energy hung in his hand.
When Feng Qingyang saw Murong Fu's white sword energy, his eyes narrowed slightly, and at the same time, there was a small piece of sword energy in his hand. However, compared to Murong Fu's piece, the color was slightly darker, but it exuded
His sharp sword power was not inferior to Murong Fu at all, and even exceeded it. (To be continued)