Thinking of Yue Buqun's attitude and preaching when he taught martial arts, Night Wind only felt a chill all over his body. Perhaps because Yue Buqun was too deeply influenced by Confucianism, he only knew that according to the teaching of the dogma on the martial arts secret book, it was the same for everyone, but he could train people to talk endlessly.

Feng Qingyang looked at the night breeze with a look of being victimized, and couldn't help but smile, to be honest, he wasn't going to go down the mountain, but at this time, he was also moved by the night wind, after all, as a disciple of Huashan, for Huashan, how could he not do his part, not to mention that the knot in his heart has been solved, and his thoughts about Huashan for many years have become stronger, and he pushed the boat down the river and said: "Okay! The old man hasn't come down the mountain for many years! But before going down the mountain, the old man wants to try your martial arts first." ”

Speaking of this, he was still worried that the night wind could approach him three feet away without being discovered, after all, he was in the middle of the peak and the night wind was at the top of the peak, how big the gap was, he knew, but just such a theorem in the martial arts was actually broken by the night wind, so he wanted to try it himself, try how high this apprentice's martial arts were.

Night Wind is also full of expectations for being able to fight Feng Qingyang, although the final result will definitely be that he loses, but he just wants to know how big the gap is between him and the top masters, especially the top masters hidden in the entire Xiaoao world.

"Uncle Shi, please!"

Holding his hands towards the wind, his eyes revealing a strong battle intent.

"Alright, boy, will you make a move first!?"

Feng Qingyang took the long sword behind his back in his hand and stood with his hands in his hands.

"Uncle Shi is careful!"

Night Wind also knew the gap between himself and Feng Qingyang, so he was no longer polite, "choked", the long sword was unsheathed, and a sword pierced Feng Qingyang's eyebrows, the speed was extremely fast, but Feng Qingyang just slanted the scabbard in his hand slightly, and then bounced it away, the long sword was unsheathed, and took advantage of the situation to smash Ye Feng's chest.

The Huashan swordsmanship of the night wind has been cultivated to the point where the heart is like flowing water, not to mention the realization of the previous "Dugu Nine Swords", and the understanding of the Huashan swordsmanship has reached a higher level and is close to returning to the basics.

After the first few moves, Huashan's swordsmanship actually overwhelmed Feng Qingyang by a few points.

Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, he didn't want the night wind in front of him to be able to use Huashan swordsmanship to this point, and he was not under him at all, originally Feng Qingyang just wanted to point out the night wind, but he didn't expect to give her such an accident.

Seeing that he couldn't go on like this, Feng Qingyang no longer hesitated, and his sword moves changed, and he used his Dugu Nine Swords' sword-breaking style, and the form immediately changed greatly.

Night Wind also noticed that every move and style of his own was directly cracked by Feng Qingyang with a sword at an unexpected angle before he could use his sword, as if he knew how to make a move, under the pressure of Feng Qingyang, Night Wind also had to give up using Huashan Sword Technique, and instead began to make it a heavy sword sword.

Although the sword in his hand is not so suitable, it is not so easy to resist for the night wind who has comprehended the principle of swordsmanship.

"~Zheng~Zheng~Zheng~"

The two swords intersected, and a pleasant sound sounded clear.

One is to overwhelm people with force and break the heavy sword swordsmanship with heavy skill, and the other is to break through the power with skill and simplify the complex Dugu Nine Swords.

So, under the competition of one move, the two actually held each other for a long time, and the night wind is also making progress in such a hand, if it is said that at the beginning of the battle with Feng Qingyang to a draw, it was the uncle who wanted to let it, then now it is indeed a real strength, at this time the sky has gradually reddened.

The sun is beginning to show and the birdsong is starting to clear.

At this time, the night breeze and the wind Qingyang were already sweating and panting, but the night wind was more serious, and the whole body was like sweat. If it weren't for the fact that both of them are people with deep internal strength, I'm afraid they would have been tired and tired.

The tips of the swords touched, quickly bounced away, the two swords collided again and again, and there was still no winner or loser, and the night wind was still making progress under the pressure of the wind Qingyang again and again, although there was still no winner or loser, but the night wind understood that it was useless to hold on any longer, and he was going to admit defeat.

"Feng'er! The next move will be the strongest move of Dugu Jiujian, if you can catch it, it will be the old man's loss!"

Feng Qingyang smiled at the Night Wind Dao, he didn't expect that the Night Wind could fight with himself to this point, you must know that he is the middle stage of the peak, and the Night Wind is the first-class peak, this strength is really against the sky.

"Uncle Shi and Ancestor can show it, let the apprentices and grandchildren see it!"

When the night breeze heard this, his spirit suddenly lifted up, and his eyes surged with strong battle intent again.

The wind shook clearly, his eyes became sharp and sharp, and he stabbed away with a sword. Fast as thunder, momentum like a rainbow.

Night Wind's face suddenly changed, and the hand holding the sword was slightly forced, and began to block,

Suddenly, the wind roared, the fallen leaves flew, and the wind-swept sword seemed to have a soul at this time, and it began to become ethereal and mysterious.

Before Night Wind could see the sword form clearly, the sword was close to his brow.

"This is sword intent! How is it possible?"

The night wind screamed loudly, and couldn't care about anything else, and a strong artistic conception suddenly emerged from his body, and his body was like a breeze, fleeting.

This sword is not like a sword in the world, fast as lightning, like thunder, as if piercing space, it is natural, without any shortcomings.

It's almost to the extreme, like teleporting, you can't see the moves clearly, but with a strong, unstoppable momentum.

There are no faults, it is so perfect.

If it weren't for the fact that Night Wind had comprehended the artistic conception of the wind, I am afraid that he would have died under this sword.

"The mood of the wind, this is impossible!"

Feng Qingyang suddenly shouted, you must know that he also lived in seclusion in Huashan for decades and deduced Dugu Jiujian to an inexplicable realm before he comprehended a trace of the artistic conception of pleasure, but the night wind was only a teenager, and he comprehended the artistic conception of the wind, how is this possible! You must know that even the Shaolin Temple and Wudang have not comprehended the artistic conception.

Ye Feng didn't care about the shock of the wind Qingyang, stood ten meters away, wiped the sweat on his forehead and said aggrievedly: "Uncle Shi, you are murder! You are naked murder!"

Feng Qingyang looked at the night breeze with complicated eyes, and only after half a sound did he suddenly laugh and said: "Haha! Okay! Okay! I didn't expect you kid to comprehend the artistic conception, my Huashan is really a successor, the old man lost, but wait for the old man to clean up." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for the night breeze to ask more, and it disappeared in a flash.

At this time, Ling Hu Chong was looking at the night breeze with a shocked face, his eyes wide open, and he was stunned.

Seeing Feng Qingyang leave temporarily, Night Wind turned his head to look at Ling Hu Chong, and seeing him looking at him dementedly, Night Wind couldn't help but step forward and slap him on the head and said, "Second Senior Brother, why are you stupid?"

Ling Hu Chong suddenly became excited, came back to his senses and looked at Yefeng and said, "Senior brother, it was you just now, it was you..........."

"It's you, it's you! it's you!" Nightwind said with a blank look.

Ling Hu Chong smiled bitterly and said, "Senior brother, do you know what I want to say?"

Ye Feng smiled slightly: "Okay! Don't think about it, these are still far away from you, let's practice your martial arts first." After speaking, he didn't care about Ling Hu Chong, and sat in place to breathe.

Through the battle with Feng Qingyang, Ye Feng can feel that although his internal strength is not as good as that of the top master, but with the sword technique, it is not weaker than the early stage of the peak, although it seems to be a tie with Feng Qingyang just now, but you must know that Feng Qingyang is only using the first-class peak internal force, if you use the top, I am afraid that you will hold on to a few hundred rounds at most.

Of course, the artistic conception is not counted, of course, he didn't expect Feng Qingyang to comprehend the artistic conception, you must know that in Huashan, in addition to Yue Buqun comprehended the artistic conception of the rising sun, the night wind inadvertently comprehended the artistic conception of the wind, and even the master did not comprehend the artistic conception.