With the wind and Qingyang's current swordsmanship attainments, he has already reached the point where he has no sword in his hand and a sword in his heart.

Fang Xiaoyu's body spurted out of iron and blood, and the iron and blood qi was permeated, and the eighteen palms of the dragon descending were struck, the void shook, and there was a faint dragon-shaped true qi stirring.

A fine light flashed in Feng Qingyang's eyes, and with a wave of his sword, Zhang Xu's sword qi suddenly slashed at Fang Xiaoyu's palm.

There was a loud bang, and a long crack appeared on the earth, which was affected by the passage of the wind and the sword qi, and on Fang Xiaoyu's side, a long deep pit appeared on the earth.

Yue Lingshan's eyes widened, and she said in astonishment, "Senior brother, they are so strong." ”

Ling Hu Chong was immersed in the battle between the two, watching the two fight, but it was of great help to Ling Hu Chong, who had just entered the congenital, especially Feng Qingyang's attainments in swordsmanship were displayed in front of Ling Hu Chong one by one in the process of fighting with Fang Xiaoyu.

This is simply a process of teaching by word and deed, Feng Qingyang is obviously deliberate, for Ling Hu Chong and you, watching this battle is really too good for him.

The eighteen palms of the dragon descending were played one after another, the moves were fierce and fierce, coupled with Fang Xiaoyu's battlefield killing background, he had accumulated a body of iron and blood evil qi after several years of conquest and was integrated into the palm technique, which made the eighteen palms of the dragon descending he cultivated have an obvious personal style.

Xiao Feng's heroic atmosphere, Guo Jing's calm and resolute, all have a strong personal style, and only when you get the essence of the dragon and integrate your own style into it can you be regarded as a real dragon descending masterpiece.

The palm power is rolling, the dragon is not stopped, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the two are arrogant and laughing, the two can be described as chess opponents, they will meet good talents, from the sky to the ground, and from the ground to the sky, the sword qi flying everywhere, the palm power flying everywhere, whether it is a towering tree or a forest of strange stones, they are all destroyed by the two.

That ruined temple also suffered an unwarranted disaster, and as a result, it was razed to the ground in the battle between the two, so that Hu Chong had to protect Yue Lingshan and retreat to watch the battle from afar.

Fang Xiaoyu slapped out his palm again, and there was a faint mist rising above his head, Fang Xiaoyu had long been mentally prepared for the terrifying degree of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending and consuming internal breath, but now he also felt a little unbearable.

Each palm is almost as powerful as a mountain cracker, extremely fierce, but the consumption of its own internal breath is very amazing.

If it weren't for Fang Xiaoyu's cultivation of Changchun Gong being the best at health preservation, and King Kong not destroying the body and divine skill to the point of being strong and yang, I am afraid that Fang Xiaoyu would no longer be able to support it.

In fact, Fang Xiaoyu was sweating profusely, and Feng Qingyang was not much better than Fang Xiaoyu, in the face of Fang Xiaoyu, who was like the rising sun, Feng Qingyang was also going all out, and under the sword qi of Sensen, Fang Xiaoyu was stunned and carried it down.

Don't look at the overflowing sword qi is very domineering, but the consumption of his own internal breath is also extremely amazing, Fang Xiaoyu can't bear the consumption of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, and Feng Qingyang also can't bear the consumption of Dugu Nine Swords' internal breath.

Some people will say that Dugu Jiujian doesn't focus on sword moves, why does it consume serious internal breath.

If the opponent's internal strength can only be regarded as average, it is naturally not necessary to consume a large amount of internal breath to stimulate the sword qi to kill the enemy, and it is enough to rely on exquisite sword moves.

But who let the opponent who is clear and clear is Fang Xiaoyu who takes the fierce route, Fang Xiaoyu's every palm is powerful, and he can open the mountain and crack the stone, your tricks are exquisite, and it is difficult to break the dragon palm momentum for a while, so you must fight hard.

If you don't consume your internal breath and slap it down with just one palm, I'm afraid that you won't even be able to hit the sword and be shot out, how can you hurt the enemy.

"Haha, happy, Feng senior, come again!"

Fang Xiaoyu was arrogant, and for a while he left the so-called task of defeating Feng Qingyang behind, he seemed to have become a martial idiot, and he just wanted to have a happy battle with Feng Qingyang.

Maybe Fang Xiaoyu is not a pure martial arts practitioner, but at this moment, he is incarnated as a martial arts idiot, focusing on martial arts, and there is no longer a trace of distractions.

Suddenly, the wind cleared and felt that the temperament on Fang Xiaoyu's body seemed to have changed slightly, and the temperament of a martial arts powerhouse became more pure.

As if he was infected by Fang Xiaoyu, Feng Qingyang also let out a long howl, and greeted Xiaoyu without showing weakness, and the figures of the two were entangled again.

The rumbling sound was endless, but at this moment, Ling Hu Chong below was in a cold sweat, and with Ling Hu Chong's eyesight, he could see that the two of them had killed crazy, this situation was not the level of competition, and if any one of the two missed, it might cause death or injury.

But at this time, Ling Hu Chong had no other way than to worry, because once he opened his mouth to disturb the two, it might worsen the situation, and there should not have been an accident, maybe it would have happened because of his reminder.

Yue Lingshan's face was already pale at this moment, but the strength shown by the two of them was too amazing, and Yue Lingshan was completely shocked.

It was another time for incense, and at this time, the internal breath of the two of them was almost consumed, whether it was the sword qi of the clear wind or the palm power of Fang Xiaoyu's eighteen palms of the dragon descending, it was obviously not as unscrupulous as it was at the beginning.

Both of them are squeezing the residual internal breath in their bodies, calculating the loss of internal breath in every move, and at the same time trying to urge the internal power to restore internal breath.

Feng Qingyang's cultivation is Huashan Mixed Yuan Gong, which is the internal power of the Quanzhen Sect, and the internal breath cultivated can be described as pure, that is, the speed of recovering the internal breath is not too fast.

Fang Xiaoyu is actually a concurrently cultivating two internal skills, but fortunately, the immortal Changchun Gong only focuses on health preservation, and the internal breath cultivated is vigorous and has no other attributes, so Fang Xiaoyu did not encounter the trouble of internal force conflict.

Concurrently cultivating the Vajra Not Bad Body Divine Skill, the recovery speed of the internal breath is also not fast, and even because at least half of the internal breath cultivated by the Vajra Not Bad Body Divine Skill is automatically integrated into the body to refine the physical body, it is conceivable that Fang Xiaoyu's accumulation of internal breath is half slower than that of ordinary people.

However, Fang Xiaoyu has the foundation of immortal Changchun Gong, so the speed of recovering internal breath is actually not too slow, compared with the wind and Qingyang, the two of them are also half a catty.

So neither of the two took advantage of the recovery of internal interest, but the next thing for the two of them was to fight for their own internal breath skills.

Feng Qingyang has lived for decades, and the wealth of combat experience can be imagined, but this does not mean that Fang Xiaoyu is inferior, especially since he has experienced several worlds, and his combat experience is also extremely rich.

The most important thing is that Fang Xiaoyu is in the prime of life, and although Feng Qingyang is proficient in the art of health preservation, one thing is unavoidable, that is, Feng Qingyang's physical fitness is much worse than Fang Xiaoyu after all.

Even if it is a fight for consumption, Feng Qingyang can't fight Fang Xiaoyu, and gradually Feng Qingyang is a little physically exhausted, a touch of sword qi is stimulated and Fang Xiaoyu is temporarily forced to retreat, and after landing on the ground, Feng Qingyang smiled bitterly and said: "Stop, Feng Mou worshipped." ”

Feng Qingyang, who has almost never given up in his life, actually said the words of defeat very calmly, which shows that Feng Qingyang's state of mind is really mellow and has no way to reach the state of perfection, and he has really achieved the degree of victory and defeat without lingering in his heart.

At the moment when Feng Qingyang thought he was defeated, the voice of the system that had not moved for several years appeared in Fang Xiaoyu's mind.

"The host has defeated the wind, please keep up the good work."

Fang Xiaoyu secretly pouted, two tasks, one is to complete the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, and lead the beggar gang to become the first gang in the world, this task to complete the eighteen palms of the dragon has been completed a few years ago, and it is left to lead the beggar gang to become the first gang in the world.

As for the second task, it is naturally to defeat the undefeated East and the wind is clear.

Now although Fang Xiaoyu has not defeated Feng Qingyang, Feng Qingyang thinks that he is invincible, and he can be regarded as having completed part of it, and he is left to defeat Dongfang undefeated.

Seeing that the two of them had finally stopped, Ling Hu Chong, who had been worried, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, walked up with Yue Lingshan, and sighed in his heart when he saw the two of them soaking wet.

"Uncle Fengshi, Fang Gang Master, it doesn't matter if you want it!"

Yue Lingshan stared at the two of them and said, "Uncle Feng, Gang Master Fang, who of the two of you wins." ”

Ling Hu Chong couldn't help frowning, and said to Yue Lingshan: "Little brother......"

Ling Hu Chong knew that whether it was Feng Qingyang or Fang Xiaoyu, both of them were strong men of the generation, and no matter who the two of them lost, it was not something to be happy about, Yue Lingshan asked so much, it was really a little bad, maybe it would make the two unhappy.

Feng Qingyang didn't care at all, and laughed: "Naturally, the old man was defeated, and the Fang Gang Master really deserves his reputation, I think there are almost no people in this world who can beat you." ”

Yue Lingshan couldn't help but open her mouth wide, looking at Ken Fengqing, and then at Fang Xiaoyu, her face was full of disbelief.

Ling Hu Chong saw clearly, Feng Qingyang was not so much defeated by Fang Xiaoyu as by the ruthless time, although he was defeated, he was still glorious.

Fang Xiaoyu shook his head slightly and said, "Senior Feng must not joke with the kid, Senior Feng is just letting the kid." ”

Feng Qingyang waved his hand and said: "Feng Mou has tried his best, but he can't beat you, so he will naturally lose, the old man is a person buried in the loess to his neck, but it's not like you can't think about it for the sake of fame." ”

Saying that, Feng Qingyang said to Fang Xiaoyu: "Fang boy, Ling Fox boy, can you accompany Feng Mou to drink again." ”

Feng Qingyang's true temperament made Fang Xiaoyu respectful, and laughed and said: "Since Senior Feng is interested, I will naturally sacrifice my life with Brother Linghu!" ”

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A touch of morning sun slowly rose in the sky, the bonfire gradually went out, Fang Xiaoyu, who was meditating cross-legged, opened his eyes and looked at the four directions, only Ling Hu Chong and Yue Lingshan were under the big trees not far away, but the wind was clear but nowhere to be found. (To be continued.) )