Feng Qingyang's face was tired, and he found a quick stone to sit down, so that Hu Chong's eyes were full of strength, and he had already gone up to pinch his shoulders and beat his back, but Su Yang stood in place, holding a sword, thinking back to the competition with Feng Qingyang just now, and the whole process was one move and one style in his mind, and he passed side by side in his mind like a movie.

While thinking, he subconsciously drew in place according to the picture in his mind, and took out the sword from his first move, the wind was clear and dodged and counterattacked, and he walked backwards with one move.

Feng Qingyang sat on the ground, and saw Su Yang slowly gesturing in place, so he looked at it with interest.

At first, two or three moves, Feng Qingyang was nothing, and when Su Yang made seven or eight moves, Feng Qingyang's eyes showed a hint of strangeness, and he already had a sense of approval, and when the more than twenty moves were about to end, Feng Qingyang was already nodding frequently, and he was relieved.

"How many tricks can you remember?" He asked Ling Hu Chong beside him.

Ling Hu Chong recalled the fighting process just now, pondered for a moment, and said: "Well, I can remember most of his moves, about ten of the **, but I can't do your moves, Uncle Tai, I can only remember less than two or three percent." ”

Feng Qingyang patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's hard for you, there is no trace of my moves, and there is no fixed frame for every move, you can remember two or three percent, which is not bad." ”

Seeing that Ling Hu Chong was a little puzzled, Feng Qingyang patiently explained: "The truth in this is like painting a tiger according to a cat, a person looks at a painting, there are mountains and rivers and bamboo forests in the painting, old temples and ancient roads, and then take the painting away, let this person redraw the painting according to the impression, even if the painting is complicated, that person is not like the painting at most." But you can also draw a rough outline, but if you don't see any scenery in the painting, it's all just random graffiti and splashing ink. If there's no pattern to follow, it's hard to remember. ”

"But him?" Ling Hu Chong frowned and looked at Su Yang, Su Yang had already made almost thirty moves at this time, and when he and Feng Qingyang made a move just now, the two of them together only made a total of thirty-two moves, that is to say. Su Yang almost remembered all the moves of the wind and the clear air.

Feng Qingyang saw Ling Hu Chong's surprise and said with a smile: "You don't have to be too surprised, your intelligence is not as good as his." It's not much the same, it's just that his martial arts and swordsmanship have seen and heard too much more than you, so some of them he can understand and remember, even if he doesn't remember them very clearly. It can also be inferred that ** is not far from ten. ”

Over there, Su Yang had already finished his sword. He started all over again, unaware that there were other people on the cliff, completely immersed in his own world.

Feng Qingyang sighed and said to Ling Hu: "Now it seems that you are still a little worse than him." ”

Linghu Chong said: "Which point? ”

"You're very smart because you're out of the box, and that's what you do, but that's exactly what you do. You can't settle down, you look at him. It's rare to be able to dive into it anytime, anywhere. ”

Feng Qingyang sighed: "Even if I am forty years old, I will not be able to achieve my mind without being moved by external objects and be unique. ”

Feng Qingyang's words were good, but he didn't know the reason, although Su Yang had a smile on his face all day long, it didn't mean that he was really heartless.

In fact, the pressure and mission undertaken by Su Yang are not much greater than that of Ling Hu Chong, even if Ling Hu Chong causes trouble, he is covered by the master, and the brothers are holding it, and then there is the Holy Aunt of the Demon Sect who is in pain, and the heroes on the rivers and lakes are helping to foil him, and then he is a master of the first class in the world, even if he doesn't mess with others, it is good, no one dares to provoke him.

And Su Yang is different, from the very beginning, Su Yang has to face death that may come at any time!

Linghu Chong is in love, but what Su Yang has to face is always life and death!

Su Yang knows very well that in this martial arts world, every day, every moment, every second, the god of death may jump out in front of him anytime and anywhere, and then take his little hand and go down with him.

So whenever Su Yang wanted to slack off and stop to rest, he would force himself to recall the sense of crisis that he was on the verge of death when he first entered the Fengyun Inn.

The cold hairs all over the body are barbed like needles!

Therefore, even now, with Su Yang's martial arts, he rarely faces death, but the rivers and lakes he has to experience are far bigger and more dangerous than Ling Hu Chong, Ling Hu Chong only needs to face an undefeated Dongfang, but Su Yang has to face a lot of characters at the level of 'Dongfang Undefeated', and the people who can kill him in the three worlds can't be counted with their two hands together.

This is also the reason why Su Yang's subtle feelings for Bai Yujing are different from others, it is Bai Yujing who unconditionally cast a ray of sunshine when he was most afraid of cold.

The grace of dripping water, the spring repays it, not to mention the grace of saving lives.

Su Yang was afraid of death, but he was even more afraid that he would not be able to save Bai Yujing if he died, so he could only be more involved than Ling Hu Chong.

It's a choice when there is no other choice, and it's a man's choice.

While speaking, Su Yang had already used both sides of the move he had just made with Feng Qingyang from beginning to end, Feng Qingyang also felt that he had rested enough, stood up again, raised his sword and said: "Boy, don't compare, let's do a few more moves." ”

He hadn't done anything for more than ten years, and when he found someone who could understand his swordsmanship, Gujing Wubo's heart actually throbbed.

"Your swordsmanship, I'm afraid I won't be able to break it for a while." Su Yang looked at the sword in his hand and shook his head and muttered.

Feng Qingyang's face was indescribably strange, and he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and the laughter shook the valley, and it seemed that even the floating clouds in the sky were a little scattered.

"Good boy, in half an instant, you want to break the Dugu Nine Swords, should the old man say that you are arrogant and ignorant, or is it infinitely proud?" Feng Qingyang laughed.

Su Yang recalled the previous competition, just like a drinker who met a century-old wine, he was intoxicated, and casually said his true thoughts in his heart, and was shocked by the sound of the wind and whistle, which broke away from his previous thinking, and laughed at himself.

Don't talk about yourself, it's Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng, it's hard to say whether they can defeat Feng Qingyang, but it is impossible to break the Nine Swords of Loneliness in an instant.

"Then ask for more advice!" Su Yang's long sword shook.

"No, no, no." Feng Qingyang waved his hand: "This time we will change the comparison." ”

"How do you compare?"

"Faster than that!"

"Faster?"

"Not bad." Feng Qingyang said: "I still don't move my internal strength, I only make three moves." In fact, it is only faster than that. In fact, there are many three moves, and you can see the superiority in one move, but you don't need internal strength. Three tricks are more appropriate. ”

Su Yang nodded: "Yes, then I'll do it first!" "I'm going to make a move.

Feng Qingyang took three steps back, waved his hand and said with a smile: "This can't be done, I'm already a bad old man of my age, I don't need internal strength, how can I compare with you young people, if it's faster." You can only make a move before you, otherwise you don't have to compare. ”

Feng Qingyang said that he was a bad old man, but he was not humble, to say the least, he was already seventy or eighty years old.

He is a master of the Air Sect. But it doesn't mean that he doesn't practice internal strength, it's just that the emphasis is different, and it can be seen from a few laughs just now that his internal strength is no longer under any master in the world.

But internal strength is not an elixir, nor is it the rejuvenation of Tianshan Tong's grandmother. A man has reached such an age. Even if he has practiced martial arts for many years, his body is strong, after all, he has soft bones and muscles, and he can't compare to a young man.

Even to Tian Boguang, he himself said that if it is faster, he must do it first, thinking of this section, Su Yang secretly said I can't even be as good as Tian Boguang. Let's take advantage of this, so I put away my sword and nodded: "This is my negligence." Mr. Feng, please first. ”

Feng Qingyang nodded, and the long sword shook: "Be careful!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yang saw a flower in front of him, as if a lightning bolt had crossed the distance of space and directly pounced on his right arm.

There was no time to have any thoughts or make a move to resist, and subconsciously retreated.

In ordinary people, he took two steps out of the opponent's sword light, so he should stop and turn to attack or do something else, but Su Yang knew the power of Dugu Jiujian, and after withdrawing two steps, he didn't wait for the wind to clear up and take out the sword again, and took another step back.

Sure enough, as soon as he was halfway through the third step, the position where he was standing just now already had a bright and dangling sword tip.

This is the second trick.

But it's too late to retreat, Feng Qingyang's sword is as fast as a sword, Su Yang's third step has just fallen, and the opponent's third move has already finished more than half of it.

No refund! Su Yang was secretly annoyed, if after three moves, he didn't make a single move, so what was the point, so he might as well give it a try.

The fastest move of the Thirteen Swords of the Dream is a dream of a hundred lifetimes, but Su Yang didn't have time to have any ideas in his mind at the moment, so he subconsciously used it.

This trick is plausible, some like a dream for a hundred years, but it is faster.

The picture freezes instantly.

The tip of Feng Qingyang's sword had pierced the shirt of Su Yang's left arm, and a small depression was made in the skin, and Su Yang's long sword was raised by more than half, cutting off a few white whiskers of Feng Qingyang, but it was still two inches away from his body.

The master has made a move, and the distance of two inches is a fatal distance, and Su Yang lost this battle, losing two inches.

Feng Qingyang did not have the slightest expression of joy, for him, winning or losing, even life and death, had long been less important.

He just lowered his head, looked at his broken beard, his eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't speak for a long time, and he was a little distracted.

Su Yang was also reminiscing about the three swords just now, not far away, Ling Hu Chong and Yue Linshan, especially Yue Linshan, were already dumbfounded, in fact, Yue Linshan didn't see anything, so he intuitively said be careful, and then a few lights flashed in front of him, and when he saw it clearly, it was frozen in the current picture.

After a long time, Feng Qingyang moved away the sword against Su Yang's shoulder, reversed the hilt of the sword and threw it back to Yue Linshan, muttering to himself, "The hero is a young man, it is true."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the cave with his hands behind his back, leaving Su Yang Linghu Chong and Yue Linshan looking at each other on the top of the Siguo Cliff.

Looking at Feng Qingyang's slightly gloomy back, Su Yang secretly thought, wouldn't it be because the win was not so neat, Lao Feng felt that he had lost face in front of his juniors, and he was a little unhappy, right?

It's possible, old children and old children, the older they get, the more children they get, and the older they get, the more they have to be coaxed.

Just as he was thinking about it, Feng Qingyang's figure had re-submerged into the shadow of the stone cave, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and said, "You three, if you want to learn the sword, why don't you come with it quickly, why are you standing stupidly?" (To be continued......)

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Feng Qingyang, the person I position him as a swordsman, not a martial arts master, a move-based person at this age, there is a gap compared with young people, after all, it is not like Zhang Sanfeng who practices internal boxing.