"Old man, you don't have to hide your secrets, use all your strength, just with this sword and sword technique, you can't tell the difference between victory and defeat at all." Dongli put the knife at his waist and said calmly, the fierce move just now had no effect on him at all.

Feng Qingyang stroked the white beard with one hand, held the long sword in the other, and said with a smile: "The level of Xiaoyou's sword technique is beyond Xiao Lao'er's expectations, I didn't expect Xiaoyou to be so old, in this 'no trick' realm, it is comparable to Xiao Lao'er, a person who has been immersed in this realm for many years, ashamed, ashamed!" ”

Dongli looked at Feng Qingyang's eyes full of approval, and pouted speechlessly, although his spirit has been floating for a long time, and his age is hundreds of years old, but in the end, when he is conscious, he is only in his forties, and he is actually younger than others, and Dongli has only been practicing martial arts for decades, and he can indeed be said to be a genius in the sky, but it is not a rare object, and there are even better than him, but it is a pity that he is not the protagonist here.

"Okay old man, don't compliment me here, if you only use this little means, then your cultivation in the past few decades has really been cultivated to the belly of a dog, and I have to be serious!" Dongli shook his head and said helplessly, what he was most annoying about was that he had to talk when he was fighting, and his words were agitated under the speechlessness, so he hurried to finish the fight and finish it early.

"Hahaha, Xiaoyou is impatient, so let's let Xiaoyou see Feng's ability, come!" Feng Qingyang was not angry, he also read countless people, he could see Dongli's temperament, knowing that Dongli was in a hurry, he didn't say much, and immediately rushed to Dongli with a sword.

"Good time!" Dongli shouted, holding the blade in one hand, making a knife move, pressing his wrist, and the blade pulled out and stabbed at the stomach of the wind Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang's body was stunned, and the long sword instantly turned away Dongli's blade, and the internal force was agitated, and a sword flower danced and shot a fierce sword qi towards Dongli.

"Ding!"

Dongli swung out a sword, blocking the sword qi that shot out, and the Blue Shadow Blade was shocked by the huge force and let out a buzzing sound.

Dongli turned his wrist, his palm opened and released, and the force on the blade was removed, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, he didn't expect that Feng Qingyang's internal force was not only huge, but also very powerful, and Dongli's hand was slightly numb, if it weren't for the fact that the Qingying Blade was very tough, not an ordinary weapon, Dongli was also extremely powerful, I am afraid that it would have been cut off with a knife, and its attack power can be seen.

"Little friend, how powerful is this sword of the wind?" Feng Qingyang said with a smile on his face, and Dongli clenched his fists to resist the idea of beating him.

Well, just kidding.

"You have high and profound internal strength, but how about trying my sword technique realm above this 'no move'?" Dongli twitched the corner of his mouth, and said proudly with a proud face.

'Oh?' No moves' above the realm of swordsmanship? Feng Qing raised his eyebrows and asked with interest.

"The old man's knowledge is too thin, you must know that 'no moves' is the realm of swordsmanship and swordsmanship, and it can't be separated from the realm of 'law', that is, the realm of 'promising', above the realm of swordsmanship, it is the realm of sword potential, and above the realm of swordsmanship, it is the realm of sword intent, you can try the power of my sword intent in this fighting word!" It was rare for Dongli to talk about martial arts, and what he said made Feng Qingyang's eyes light up, but without waiting for him to ask again, he saw that Dongli's whole body was full of blazing breath, his eyes were full of golden light, and his fighting spirit was excited, and he immediately made a gesture of war readiness.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

。。。。

Dongli shouted, every time he shouted, his fighting intent increased by one point, and the strong fighting intent even affected Feng Qingyang, an old man with a light heart, making his eyes full of blazing color.

"Fight the world!"

Feng Qingyang was intoxicated with the artistic conception of fighting, and was pulled back from the artistic conception with a loud shout, but saw Dongli doing a knife drawing style, and his right leg kicked back, "Wow! Disappeared in a flash.

Before Feng Qingyang could react, he saw Dongli's figure appear in front of Feng Qingyang in an instant, and he was menacing.

"Hey!" Feng Qingyang shouted in a hurry, and used all his strength to block with his sword.

"Boom!"

A low metallic sound sounded, and the windswept figure flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the stone wall.

Feng Qingyang's face was like a red date, and his throat surged with a fishy feeling, and the huge force made Feng Qingyang not seriously injured, but there was still a little bit of minor injury.

The internal force was agitated, and the stone wall behind Feng Qingyang was shattered into a large piece, and Feng Qingyang at this time really began to exert all his strength.

Immersed in kendo for many years, the internal force of the wind is naturally affected by the artistic conception of the sword, the internal force is like a sword, and the Dugu Nine Sword is known as the martial arts of the world, its artistic conception is nothing more than the word "sharp", of course, there is also a "fast" word, so the internal force of the wind Qingyang has become sharp and fast, in fact, the so-called "grass, wood, bamboo and stone can be a sword", which is almost the meaning.

To put it simply, it is immersed in the way of the sword for many years, and the whole person has gradually been influenced into a human-shaped sword, no matter what is used, or what is used, it will be more or less with the artistic conception of "sword", and it looks like using everything is like using a sword.

Two fingers and made a sword, and a sword qi shot out, rushing towards Dongli's eyebrows with a whistling sound.

"Qiang~" Dongli slashed at it with a knife, and the Qingying blade was shocked and let out a sharp golden sound.

"Come!" Feng Qingyang shouted, the long sword in his hand came out of his hand, and stabbed straight to the door of Dongli, the long sword flew out like a sharp arrow, and the sharp sword momentum pierced the air, rushing over with an indomitable momentum.

Dongli's eyes froze, this sword can no longer be called a swordsmanship, and he really stepped into the realm of sword momentum, facing this sword Dongli clearly felt the stinging sensation of being affected by the sword momentum in his skin, and even his body came with a feeling of irresistibility.

This is the wonder of the sword.

"Drink!" Don't dare to hold it up, this time Dongli used all his strength, the sword momentum that came from the shop made his heart burn with an unprecedented fighting spirit, martial arts is not only fighting with others, fighting with himself, is more powerful than whom, this kind of fighting spirit is something that cannot be given by fighting with those people outside the martial arts, because this is a mutual reflection of martial arts between martial artists, and the things between them can only be understood and unspeakable.

Draw the knife, swing and slash, two simple actions.

There's no move, it's just an action, and at this time, there is a golden flame on the blade of the green shadow, which is different from ordinary flames, and the flames are golden from top to bottom.

The Blue Shadow Blade was like a blade drawn from being immersed in lava, and the blazing battle intent made people feel the scorching meaning from the inside out, and Dongli's eyes at this time also had two golden flames, and the whole person looked like a violent ape, and like a warrior with a knife pointing at the sky.

"Bang!"

The chilling sword collided with the blazing blade, and the two did not split in a single blow, but just froze.

Feng Qingyang stood in place, and the grim momentum in his eyes was unabated, but he saw that his face was aging rapidly, and the vitality was slowly fading with the naked eye.

On the other hand, Dongli, the fighting spirit is also like a raging fire, burning unabated, but the subtle beads of sweat are not satisfied with the face.

"Open!" Listening to a loud shout, Dongli held the hilt of the knife with both hands, and the blazing flames of the Qingying Blade rose to a higher level again, and the raging fire wrapped the sword body of the long sword.

"Poof!" With a bang, Feng Qingyang shot a bloody arrow for several meters, and the whole person fell on his back.

Dongli's fighting spirit decreased, his momentum disappeared, his face was tired, and the knife was used as a crutch on the ground, while Dongli knelt on one knee on the ground with a "poof" and gasped.

The knife just now was the strongest knife of his Douzi Jue, burning the sword intent ignited by all the internal forces of the Douzi Jue, if it weren't for the internal force of other exercises in his body, he would not be much different from Feng Qingyang at this moment.

The last meeting between the two just now can be said to have forced all the strength of the two, but the result can be said to be only a draw.

Dongli's sword intent realm is extremely high, and he has the advantage of the green shadow blade, so he can destroy the long sword, Feng Qingyang is very old, and the matter of draining internal force may not be a big deal for Dongli, and even for some young people, it is not very serious, but for an old man of Feng Qingyang's age, emptying internal force is likely to lead to death.

Just now, Feng Qingyang made that move, its realm is already in the realm of sword power, this kind of powerful attack is limited by strength, there is a considerable price to use in this world, if it is not limited by this world, Feng Qingyang's strength reaches a higher realm, and at this time, Dongli ten is not enough for him to fight.

If you want to use the power of the sword momentum and the sword intent, its strength must step into the innate realm, otherwise it is still a trivial matter if the internal force is evacuated, and if the vitality is evacuated, it will be a big game.

Dongli took two breaths, then walked to Feng Qingyang's side and took some purple qi in, the power of purple qi can hang Feng Qingyang's life, and the rest only needs to use internal force to regulate and recuperate, and it will be no big problem when Feng Qingyang's internal force recovers.

"Linghu Chong!" Dongli sat on the ground, leaning his back against the stone wall and shouted, he was also very tired at this time, and his intake was not fast enough to breathe out.

Ling Hu Chong has always been puzzled by the big movement in the Mao Cave, but he has always been intoxicated with Dugu Nine Swords and has not studied deeply, at this time he was called in by Dongli but saw Feng Qingyang lying on the ground unconscious, and hurriedly ran to his side.

"Brother Dong, what's going on?" For this uncle who called him martial arts, Ling Hu Chong was in awe, and asked anxiously when he saw him like this.

"It's okay, it's just that the body is hollowed out, you can get internal strength to help him recuperate, I'll sleep for a while, and call me for dinner." Dongli finished his heartless explanation, and fell asleep before Ling Hu Chong could say anything, no matter how he shook it, he didn't react.

"Brother Dong。。。。。。" Ling Hu Chong was speechless for a while, he always had an extremely powerless feeling for this moody brother, and in desperation, he could only do as Dongli said, helped Feng Qingyang, sat cross-legged behind him, and his hands were imprinted on Feng Qingyang's back and began to give him internal strength.