Tian Boguang was hit in the middle by a pebble in the wind, and he fell to the ground, and then fainted.

"To be able to see such a sword in this last year, Feng has no regrets in this life."

When Ling Hu Chong heard this evaluation, he was afraid of arbitrariness, and admired it, only to feel that the swordsmanship of the person in front of him was arrogant in the world, although he did not have a proud name, but thinking of whether this could fight all over the world, he also believed it.

After seeing that sword, who can speak of the enemy? Even if the Demon Sect Leader Dongfang is undefeated, he will still hate his sword!

He said lightly: "But if I only meet you in this life, I will not be satisfied." ”

Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, and he said: "Your sword, Feng believes that there is no one in the world who is invincible, and you are still not satisfied?" ”

Arbitrarily smiled: "Only greed can promote self-improvement, and if you want to forge ahead, you can't be self-satisfied." ”

Feng Qingyang moved back and forth left and right, and then looked at him fixedly...... After a while, he said: "What you said is right, no wonder you have such an achievement, when I saw that you broke into the secret cave and obtained the five factions of swordsmanship, Feng thought that you would go down the mountain, but I didn't expect you to come to find me." ”

Arbitrarily still smiled: "Your Dugu Nine Sword is much better than the swordsmanship in the cave." ”

Feng Qingyang said movingly: "You even know Dugu Nine Swords?" ”

Arbitrarily chanted: "For more than 30 years, I have killed all the enemies, defeated all the heroes, and there is no resistance in the world, and there is nothing to do, but to live in seclusion in the deep valley and take the eagle as a friend." Woohoo, I can't get an opponent in my life, and I'm embarrassed to be lonely. ”

Ling Hu Chong was taken aback, but Feng Qingyang also trembled: "No wonder...... No wonder you know about Dugu Nine Swords. ”

Yi still nodded and said: "I intend to learn this set of Dugu Nine Swords, which has no advance or retreat, and moves as an attack, and of course I am willing to exchange it for my self-created 'One Thousand and One Styles of Turning Clouds and Rain'." ”

Feng Qingyang was shocked: "Are you willing to take out that sword and exchange it?" ”

He smiled arbitrarily and said, "That sword is named 'Yi', which is the last form of the Thousand and One Styles of Turning the Clouds and Rain." ”

Feng Qingyang stroked his beard and said: "The world regards their own martial arts as a secret that cannot be passed on, and sometimes even relatives and friends do not want to pass it on, you can exchange it lightly!?" ”

Arbitrarily said lightly: "Even if everyone in the world has learned 'one', I am confident that they will not be my opponents." ”

Feng Qingyang sighed lightly: "You are indeed a very proud person. ”

Arbitrarily chuckled: "So people like me will not be afraid to be surpassed." ”

Feng Qingyang continued: "Because you are confident, no one in the world can surpass you, or even replace you." ”

"If there is an equal opponent, it will definitely help me grow again." Okay, that's all for the gossip. After closing his words, the others walked to the cave again.

Feng Qingyang looked at the white-headed young man of Shaohua, and seemed to see that he was different from ordinary people. In addition to the talent that makes people call it evil, this young man seems to have a resolute determination that is not afraid of life and death.

It is inevitable that human beings are afraid of threats, but he has no scruples about this, is this extremely confident and conceited, or does he really not care about his own life?

Feng Qingyang suddenly opened his mouth and quipped: "The old man hasn't agreed yet!" ”

He paused and said with a slight smile: "I can't tolerate your refusal." ”

The wind was clear and stunned, and he had entered the cave...... He shook his head and smiled bitterly, just took a step, then glanced at Ling Hu Chong again, and said, "You can come with you too." ”

……

The sky was dark, and there were no stars or moons.

There is a faint layer of clouds and mist in Huashan, and there seems to be a faint figure between the clouds.

The clouds and mist were white, and if the figure was not dressed in a blue robe, he would not even be able to see the figure, and he would seem to melt into the clouds and mist, dissolving into nothingness.

Dugu Nine Swords is more important than 'understanding', saying that there are no tricks to win, it is nothing more than comprehending the sword intent of Dugu Nine Swords, and it is deeply felt, so that it can be done to the point of getting a move and forgetting to move.

And the clouds and rain of a thousand and one style, is the world's swordsmanship in one, out of the sword without a specific move, the enemy changes, the sword intent changes tens of millions, never endless, it can also be said that it is endless, endless.

The first 1,000 styles of swordsmanship can make people stand in an invincible state, and the last style is the strongest, mighty, and absolute sword, and the two are combined, that is the undefeated and winning swordsmanship.

arbitrarily obtained the Dugu Nine Swords, but the wind Qingyang did not ask him to teach the Thousand and One Styles of Turning the Clouds and Rain.

This is nothing else, just because the requirements for talent are too high, especially the last "one", I am afraid that this world can only be practiced arbitrarily.

"Is this kindness? Afraid that someone like me will one day deal with Huashan? ”

Laughing and shaking his head.

The clouds and mist slowly dispersed, but the cold attack did not stop, and the sky became darker, and this was the time when the sky was about to dawn. Even if the clouds disappear, the dangerous downhill path throws the invisible.

Of course, this is not difficult for him, but anyone who has a little internal strength cultivation, the sensitivity is much sharper than ordinary people, and any internal practice of Wudang 'Pure Yang Wuji Gong', the internal strength can only be slowly accumulated, even he can't achieve it overnight.

The inner house is a container, if you want to instill it with fullness, how can it be overnight?

The so-called acupoints, through the veins, is also to open up the inner house, and now his twelve meridians have not been completely opened, let alone the eight veins of the strange meridians.

From the point of view of arbitrariness, the internal force is the force, the move is the skill, the force can break ten thousand laws, and the skill can pass through the gods and ghosts, both of which are the right way to martial arts.

He still hasn't had much understanding of the cultivation of internal strength, and he really has gained very little from the internal strength and mental method.

In the morning, a warm ray of sunlight illuminates from the Far East, a fiery red sun slowly rises from the east, and the scenery at sunrise and sunset is always so beautiful and magnificent.

The sun shone on my body, and the chill seemed to have subsided a lot.

When he came to the mountain road, he was suddenly greeted by a disciple of Huashan who was not a small grade......

After arbitrarily killing dozens of people from Qingcheng and Songshan, and betraying the master, there were disciples under the Wudang sect who went down the mountain to find his traces, and when they heard that he had gone to Huashan a few days ago, the Wudang disciples came over.

happened to meet Yue Buqun and others, and in this way, the group returned to Huashan together. Because there was no trace of Huashan, Lao Denuo was called by Yue Buqun to Siguo Cliff for the last investigation.

When Lao Denuo first saw him coming down from the cliff, he couldn't help but be surprised and afraid, stabilized his mind a little, bowed respectfully, hugged his fists and saluted: "Ren Gongzi, the family teacher has met the two senior brothers from Wudang head-on, and his old man has invited you to go and see him." ”

Arbitrarily not surprised, how could he not understand Wudang up and down?

Nodding slightly, Lauderno turned to lead the way.

The patriarch of Huashan is Hao Datong, the seventh son of Quanzhen in the Southern Song Dynasty, hundreds of years have passed since the creation of the school, and the Huashan mountain road has been continuous for dozens of miles for hundreds of years, and this is ten miles away from the Huashan station.

But ten miles away, a quarter of an hour away.

At this time, as soon as he stepped into the Huashan Zhengqi Hall, dozens of disciples such as Lu Dayou, Liang Fa, Shi Daizi, and Yue Lingshan were divided into the hall, and in the crowd, Lin Pingzhi was seen at will.