After all, Yang Wenhao is a congenital master, Yang Wenhao still has to be careful.

The sword light in his hand flickered, and a single face blocked the move of the wind clearing.

Feng Qingyang is worthy of being a genius disciple of the Huashan Sword Sect back then, and coupled with these years of sword practice, his strength is already very strong.

In his hand, it was originally just a dead wood branch, but in the hands of the wind and the clear wind, it became a real sword.

"Is this a super grass and a sword?"

The duo took a few steps back and stood looking at each other.

"You know a lot, so I have to see if I can catch this trick I added."

Feng Qingyang has already practiced kendo to the extreme, and it is not far from the unity of human and sword.

The moment Feng Qingyang raised his sword, Yang Wenhao instantly understood that this Feng Qingyang was preparing to use the Dugu Nine Sword to break his swordsmanship.

However, it may be that the people are disappointed, and unfortunately, Yang Wenhao will also be alone in the Nine Swords.

The original tricks changed, and Yang Wenhao's swordsmanship was exactly the same as Feng Qingyang.

After a few rounds, Feng Qingyang didn't take advantage of anything at all.

After so many years of practicing Dugu Nine Swords, Feng Qingyang has long been familiar with Dugu Nine Swords.

But he never thought that Yang Wenhao would actually be Dugu Nine Swords, although Yang Wenhao's Dugu Nine Swords are a little green compared to him, but they are also comparable to ordinary people who have practiced for more than ten years.

"How do you know this sword!" Feng Qing raised his brows and frowned, the kid in front of him has changeable swordsmanship, and his internal strength is strong, obviously he is only a double ten age, but he has an internal force that does not match his age.

"Are you talking about Dugu Nine Swords?" Yang Wenhao smiled faintly: "I bought it for ten yuan." ”

"Bought it!" The corners of Feng Qingyang's mouth trembled, such an unfathomable swordsmanship was actually bought.

If he could, he would really like to meet the man who sold the Dugu Nine Swords.

Yang Wenhao looked at Feng Qingyang, the Feng Qingyang in front of him was a rare master, so since he was a master, he had to charge some interest.

The sword light in his hand flashed, and Yang Wenhao appeared beside Feng Qingyang in the blink of an eye, and the sword in his hand rushed towards Feng Qingyang like a tiger.

Feng Qingyang was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly resisted with the dead wood in his hand.

But Feng Qingyang seemed to have forgotten one thing, and what he held in his hand was not a sword, but just a dead wood that was about to break.

"Click"

The dead wood in Feng Qingyang's hand was cut in half by Yang Wenhao's sword without any suspense, and he saw that the sword was about to come to his face.

Suddenly, under Feng Qingyang's incomprehensible gaze, the sword in Yang Wenhao's hand turned, and a palm hit Feng Qingyang's chest directly.

Feng Qingyang was knocked back a few meters away, and looked at Yang Wenhao very puzzled, holding his chest: "What do you mean." ”

It was completely careless just now, so he didn't have the power to backhand at all.

If it was the sword just now, Feng Qingyang's greatest possibility would be to stagger his body as much as possible, so that Yang Wenhao's sword would not be fatal.

But he didn't expect that it was Yang Wenhao who actually put away his sword, and then a palm attacked, and Feng Qingyang was caught off guard and was hit.

But compared to the middle sword, the middle palm is obviously much better.

But it also made Feng Qingyang very unhappy, he hadn't been hurt like this for many years.

Yang Wenhao smiled faintly, and then suddenly threw a sword at Feng Qingyang

The thrown sword instantly sank into the dirt beneath Feng Qingyang's feet.

"Pick him up and bring out your true strength."

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's face turned red, he had always felt that his swordsmanship was very strong, and he could be regarded as an invincible opponent.

But who would have thought that today there would be a junior to show mercy.

It was precisely because of his anger that Feng Qingyang pulled out the sword in front of him, held the sword in his hand, and looked at the long sword that emitted silver light, Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with a hint of essence: "Good sword." ”

What Yang Wenhao threw to Feng Qingyang was also an alloy sword.

Think about the smelting technology of later generations, any sword that can crush this era.

Feng Qingyang held the alloy sword in his hand, and breathed lightly into the air, he was adjusting his mentality and momentum, the battle just now was really difficult for Feng Qingyang to express.

But before, there was no sword and only dead wood branches, but now it's different, he has a good sword, so it's completely different.

Yang Wenhao also stood there quietly looking at Feng Qingyang, if he suddenly made a move at this time, then he would definitely be able to take Feng Qingyang by surprise and seriously hurt him.

But he didn't have to do this, he didn't bother to do it, he respected Feng Qingyang's opponent, it was a very happy thing to know that the opponent who was matched with him was a very happy thing, if he really wanted to sneak attack, then he didn't need to throw a sword to Feng Qingyang.

The villain acts, and he disdains it.

If you want to come, you will come with dignity, and if you say that you will kill you, you will be killed, and you will not play with bells and whistles.

"Come again!" The wind was clear and the momentum was shocked, and the momentum that burst out of the whole body was completely different from before.

When people are in danger, they can burst out with unprecedented power.

Feng Qingyang is like this, he is not far from the unity of man and sword, and now he has added a bit of artistic conception.

Although he has not yet reached the unity of man and sword, he is only one step away, and he may break through at some point.

The quickest way to do that is to fight.

In front of you is the best opponent.

"As you wish!"

Yang Wenhao pounced viciously like a fierce tiger towards Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang's momentum at this time was not false at all, and with a good sword, he directly met Yang Wenhao head-on.

"Qiang Qiang"

The sound of metals colliding with each other was heard constantly.

In the distance, thatched huts.

"What's going on, it's so noisy."

Lying on the couch, Ling Huchong rubbed his eyes and sat up.

The sound of metal colliding outside kept coming, and there were a few cheers.

Ling Hu Chong felt very strange, he was alone in this Siguo Cliff, and it was in the middle of the night, who would be so bored to come here.

And when Ling Hu Chong walked out of the thatched hut in a daze, he found that there were two black shadows outside that were constantly trembling together.

The sound of metal colliding that Fox Chong heard just now was caused by the long swords in the hands of the two black shadows in front of him.

"This"

Because of the moonlight, Ling Hu Chong couldn't see it very clearly, but the more faintly he could see some outlines.

One of them is an old man in a gorgeous costume, although he is an old man, but the swordsmanship in his hands is very refined, and the whole person gives people the feeling that he is very bloody, not a young man.

The other was dressed in a night suit, and even his face was covered so that he couldn't see who it was.

The sword duel between the two opened Ling Hu Chong's eyes, and he was stunned and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Ling Hu Chong's strength is already second-rate, and now seeing two innate level masters competing, it must be extremely shocking.

(End of chapter)