day, until evening.

Feng Qingyang taught Linghu Chong Dugu Nine Swords General Decisive Style and Broken Knife Style to fight with Tian Boguang.

Not surprisingly, after learning the Dugu Nine Swords, Ling Hu Chong easily defeated Tian Boguang in the competition of swordsmanship and swordsmanship.

"Brother Dong, see you again in the future, say goodbye." This time, after Tian Boguang's defeat, he said goodbye to Dongli freely, and went down the mountain without looking back.

"This 。。。。。。" Ling Hu Chong wanted to say something, but when he saw that Tian Boguang was so happy, he looked at Dongli with some doubts.

"It's okay, your swordsmanship has improved a lot." Dongli looked at Tian Boguang's back and shook his head, and smiled at Ling Hu Chong.

Ling Hu Chong scratched his head a little embarrassed, and said modestly: "Hehe, you can't compare with Brother Dong." ”

Dongli twitched the corner of his mouth, disdainful in his heart, the old man who taught you swordsmanship is all my subordinate defeats, and it is not a level at all.

"Let's go, your swordsmanship has just been learned, and you have fought with Tian Boguang, now is the time to strike while the iron is hot, take a good look at what you have learned in your heart." Dongli reminded, and Ling Hu Chong also felt that it made sense when he heard Dongli's words, and began to play sword moves on his own.

Dongli walked into the cave alone, and happened to see Feng Qingyang gnawing on the chicken leg there very ungracefully, his face twitched unconsciously, and he walked to him casually and broke a chicken leg on the roast chicken and ate it.

"Old man, there's something I want to trouble you." Dongli said while eating.

Feng Qingyang threw away the leftover bones, looked at Dongli and said, "What's the matter?" ”

Dongli swallowed the chewed chicken in his mouth, took a breath and paused, "I need you to fight with me, a real fight." ”

Feng Qingyang's eyes lit up, but then his face was puzzled: "Xiaoyou, do you say that it includes internal force?" ”

Dongli glanced at him and knew what he meant, indeed, if the two of them were competing in swordsmanship and swordsmanship, ten Feng Qingyang would not be Dongli's opponents, but they would compete in internal strength。。。。。。

Well, I don't want to say that it will be so long for others to destroy their own wind。。。。。

As a super-first-class master, although Feng Qingyang's internal strength level is the peak of super-first-class, and he is also the top master in super-first-class, his combat power is infinitely close to that of the innate master, although there is still a big gap compared to the innate master, but it has to be said that his cultivation is more limited by this world, and his comprehensive strength is not comparable to the current Dongli.

Of course, in the battle of life and death, Dongli is confident that he can still kill him in seconds, but it will cost a huge price, and this price even has a certain threat to his life.

However, with Dongli's existing strength alone, the odds of winning against a master with a clear wind are very low.

But Dongli must use this way to improve himself, the same as cultivating immortals, the martial arts path is also a "reverse" word, but the difference is that cultivating immortals aims to "go against the sky", and martial arts is "against oneself".

"Come on." With a simple word, Dongli stood up holding the green shadow blade on his waist.

Feng Qingyang glanced at Dongli deeply, stood up, twisted his long beard in his hand, recovered his appearance of a fairy wind bone, and shouted outside the cave: "Chong'er, give me your sword." ”

"No, I've got it here." I saw Dongli flick his arm, a streamer flashed, and a long sword flew out of thin air, and was picked up by Feng Qingyang in his hand.

"Good sword!" Although Feng Qingyang was surprised why Dongli would conjure a sword out of thin air, when he saw the sword in his hand, he couldn't help but admire.

As a kendo master, he knows a lot about this weapon like his partner, and he can tell how good or bad this sword is just by looking at it.

"What kind of immortal method does Xiaoyou make?" At this time, Feng Qingyang came back to his senses from the amazement given to him by the sword, looked at Dongli with an incredible look and asked.

"Less nonsense! Look at the knives! Dongli shouted, and the green shadow blade hanging on his waist suddenly swung out, slashing at Feng Qingyang's head.

Dongli didn't bother to follow Feng Qingyang to explain so much, after all, the purpose of his coming here was to become stronger, not to popularize scientific knowledge.

Feng Qingyang just wanted to say something, but saw the sharp blade pampering his head and slashing it, and hurriedly blocked it with his sword.

Clang!

There was a crisp sound of iron intersecting, and the sword and sword were shaken apart by the other party.

Dong Li turned his wrist, and the raised blade instantly slashed diagonally towards the wind.

At that moment just now, Dongli actually left his hand, and the sharp ordinary weapon of the Qingying Blade was difficult to resist, not to mention the huge power that Dongli had strengthened by the black light virus, Rao is Dongli specially prepared a top-notch sword for this battle, but I am afraid it will still be difficult to resist such a combination of attacks.

At that moment, if Dongli exerts all his strength, the sword will be broken in an instant, even if it is not cut off, it will be smashed, and the meaning of Dongli to withdraw his hand is also to remind the wind to be clear.

The sword was trembling and trembling, and Feng Qingyang also looked at Dongli with a look of surprise, obviously he didn't expect him to have such strength, but he also clearly felt that Dongli did withdraw his hand at the last moment, and immediately wrapped the long sword with internal force, stabbing Dongli's wrist.

I saw Dongli holding the handle of the knife, his fingers moved flexibly, and he quickly flipped the blade over, holding the handle of the knife back, and the blade was protected on the wrist, just blocking the tip of the sword with the wind blowing.

"Good!" Feng Qingyang exclaimed, holding a long sword to rush forward, and the tip of the sword grazed Dongli's blade and pointed directly at Dongli's throat.

Dugu Jiujian's sword momentum is indeed powerful, every move to attack the enemy must be saved, once he is suppressed, it is basically difficult to counterattack, and he can only be pressed and beaten.

This move forced Dongli to hide, but once Dongli really used his body to dodge this move, the outcome was the same, so he couldn't dodge.

The domineering and tough style of play means that his knife momentum and knife intent also contain these things, and once this will to fight disappears in the battle, it is difficult to condense again, and for the swordsman, the inability to condense the sword intent and knife momentum is completely fatal.

Feng Qingyang also looked at Dongli with interest, wanting to see how he would break this no-trick move.

I saw Dongli turn over the blade of the knife attached to the arm, the back of the knife was attached to the arm, and the blade stabbed at the wind Qingyang, the hand wrapped around the hilt, with the hand as the axis, the blade bounced out like a switchblade, and slashed on the sword body of the wind Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang's eyes froze, it was the first time he had seen Dongli use a knife, and the knife that flew out like a catapult directly hit his blade away, and the blade with undiminished power went straight to his chest.

The handle of the knife that was flipped in his hand was re-held in Dongli's hand, and the knife that was drawn out like a whip instantly turned into a horizontal slash.

Scold!

Feng Qingyang hurriedly flipped the sword momentum, and the blade made a piercing sound when it was against the blade, but the dexterous blade was extremely tough and easy to deform, so Feng Qingyang had to hold the sword body with both hands to block the sword momentum of Dongli's advance.

"Drink!" Dongli let out a low snort, holding the knife in both hands, and the blade slid down against the blade of the sword.

The force pressed on the blade of the sword suddenly loosened, and Feng Qingyang counterattacked at the fastest speed, and the curved sword body bounced out in an instant, and the tip of the sword was separated from the chest.

"Drink!" Dongli shouted, the sword momentum changed instantly, and he made a move, and once again missed the sword body.

The huge force made Feng Qingyang's arm rise with it, but at this time, he saw a cold and blazing golden sword light shoot towards his face.

"Phew!" Feng Qingyang shouted loudly, two fingers together, using the fingers as a sword, a sword qi shot out, and instantly collided with the sword qi, and the two forces collided and exploded, setting off a strong wave of qi, and the two people jumped back at the same time and separated.

"Little Friendly Knife Technique!" Feng Qingyang couldn't help but admire, this round of short fight between the two of them is not superior, Feng Qingyang has always felt that the young man in front of him is incredible, but he doesn't feel that when the realm of the two is on a horizontal line, the combat power is still the same, after all, Feng Qingyang has been immersed in this sword realm for many years, but his vision is not high enough, his comprehension in the realm of sword art has reached the peak realm, and he can only step into the realm of sword power by taking one step forward, so in this realm, the two can be said to be indistinguishable.