"You go to Yamashita Town and wait for me." Out of the Huashan faction, walking on the mountain road, Lin Ye said to Lin Pingzhi beside him.

"Master?" Hearing Lin Ye's words, Lin Pingzhi was slightly stunned.

"Go down the mountain and wait for me, don't forget to practice the sword." Without explanation, Lin Ye said to Lin Pingzhi.

"Yes, Master." After being stunned, Lin Pingzhi nodded, and then left towards the bottom of the mountain.

"The wind is clear......" stopped in place, and after Lin Pingzhi left, Lin Ye looked at the back mountain of the Huashan faction and said softly.

In the morning, the mountain behind Huashan thinks about the cliff.

Lin Ye sat cross-legged in front of the cliff, and a bright sun slowly rose in the east.

"The sun rises and falls, isn't it like life rises and falls?" An old voice came from behind Lin Ye.

Silently, I saw an old man slowly walking towards Lin Ye, with white hair, white beard, and white clothes.

"The wind is blowing in Huashan!" Before he turned his head, Lin Ye already knew who the person who came.

"Lin Ye." Feng Qingyang nodded lightly.

"When did you know that I went to Huashan?" It wasn't Lin Ye who found Feng Qingyang, but Feng Qingyang who found Lin Ye.

"It's not sealed." Looking at Lin Ye, Feng Qingyang said.

Nodding slightly, Lin Ye slowly stood up and looked towards Feng Qingyang.

Just like an ordinary old man, the wind blows and the whole person is like a big tree.

"Where's your sword?" Looking at the clear wind, Lin Ye said slowly.

"What's a sword again?" With a faint smile on his face, looking at Lin Ye, Feng Qingyang said slowly.

A simple five words, a rhetorical question.

But when he heard it, Lin Ye's eyes lit up.

"Love, Tao, life!" His eyes were like torches, Lin Ye stared at Feng Qingyang tightly with his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Love is there, the Tao is there, life is there, and the sword is naturally there." Feng Qingyang's eyes also suddenly lit up, and the ethereal words came into Lin Ye's ears.

This is not a sword fight, but it is more dangerous and terrifying.

It's not a battle of swordsmanship related to life, but a battle between personal ideas and kendo.

It doesn't matter the strength of the internal force, it doesn't matter the highland of martial arts, it's just a simple battle between ideas and kendo.

"What's a sword again?" Looking at the amorous Yang, Lin Ye continued to ask.

"The sword is the heart, the heart is right, and the sword is also right."

"What a sword heart." Suddenly looking at the clear wind, Lin Ye laughed loudly.

"I have been aware of this truth for ten years, but yesterday I never thought that there would be such an amazing and gorgeous young man as you." Feng Qingyang looked at Lin Ye and praised sincerely.

"Let me see your kendo." The wind blew his body clearly, and Lin Ye said slowly.

Without saying anything, Feng Qingyang nodded slightly, and then turned around and walked towards the secluded path with Lin Ye.

"Here, I've lived in seclusion here for twenty years." With Lin Ye to a hidden flash, Feng Qingyang said slowly.

"Twenty years ago, I retired to this place and lost my sword, and I have used this sword for the past twenty years." In the hollow of the tree, Feng Qingyang took out a wooden sword from it, a well-maintained wooden sword.

At a glance, no one would have thought that this wooden sword had been in existence for twenty years.

"Good sword." Looking at the wooden sword in Feng Qingyang's hand, Lin Ye's eyes shrank slightly, and he said in a deep voice.

This is indeed a good sword, the texture is just ordinary wood, but it is already psychic, and this sword is inseparable from the wind and the clear.

The sword is in the people, this is a swordsman's code.

Feng Qingyang put this wooden sword in this tree hole, definitely not because he was abandoned and didn't practice kendo.

It's because the sword has always been by the side of the wind.

This sword will never go away.

"A good sword indeed." Hearing Lin Ye's words, Feng Qingyang nodded slightly.

The wind blows, the tense atmosphere, the momentum of the pressing.

The sword momentum continued to improve, and although Lin Ye and Feng Qingyang had not yet fought, they had already begun to clash in momentum.

The invisible and silent confrontation, the branches and leaves on the treetops fell, and the moment they fell to the ground, Lin Ye's sword was already unsheathed.

The cold light, the sharp blade, the sword were tightly held in his hand, and the blood flowed in the blood.

The wind cleared his eyes as if he saw a phantom, a phantom of a sword.

The eyes were full of frenzy, and the blood in the body was already boiling.

As a strong man, but also a strong among swordsmen.

The wind is clear and lonely.

Let me do it, the East is undefeated, they are naturally equally powerful, but none of them are swordsmen.

Now seeing a swordsman who is not inferior to his own sword realm is like a drunkard seeing a pot of wine for Feng Qingyang.

"If it was me thirteen years ago, the kendo realm would definitely be far inferior to you." Suddenly, Feng Qingyang looked at Lin Ye and said.

"Oh?" Hearing the words of the clear wind, Lin Ye sighed lightly.

"Because thirteen years ago, what I learned, understood, and recognized was all covered up by a peerless science." Feng Qingyang looked at Lin Ye and said.

Hearing the words of the clear wind, Lin Ye knew that what he said should be Dugu Nine Swords.

"During the Sui and Tang dynasties, there was a person named Dugu Clan, although he was not as ethereal as the name of the Sword Immortal, but his life was also legendary, crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades, seeking defeat and not being able to get it." Feng Qingyang looked at Lin Ye and said slowly.

The words are calm, as if they are narrating a story, without any emotion.

But just like that, Lin Ye's eyes lit up.

If Feng Qingyang's words were contemptuous, longing, admiration, and yearning, it would show that he was not completely free from the influence of Dugu Nine Swords, but now Lin Ye was able to be absolutely sure that Feng Qingyang's sword path was indeed out of Dugu's sword path of seeking defeat.

"It's a good wind, and it didn't disappoint." Looking up at the sky and laughing, Lin Ye looked at Feng Qingyang and said in a deep voice.

"Let Feng also show you your sword." Feng Qingyang also stared at Lin Ye tightly and said.

The wind blows, the white beard flies, but the wooden sword in his hand is not inferior to a fastidious sword.

Two long shouts, the sword shot at the same time.

Only for the sake of proving the sword, only for the sake of fighting for the sword, only for the protection of the sword.

Huashan Siguo has a battle for the top on the cliff, open!

Swords and swords collided, wood and steel collided, and a strong wind rose from the center of the battle between the two of them, sweeping in all directions, just like the momentum of devastation.

The trees and bluestones, under the sword aura of the two of them, instantly turned into ashes in the sky.

The sword light flickered, and it seemed that there were only these two sword lights in heaven and earth.

Brilliant and dazzling.

Strange brilliance, in the eyes of Lin Ye and Feng Qingyang, there is only his own sword and the other party's sword.

Everything in heaven and earth, every qiē and qiē around them, can no longer stop them.

The clash of swords and the movement of footsteps are like the most beautiful and gorgeous performances in the world.

The battle of the sword, the battle of the sword!

The sword momentum is undulating, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

When it is fast, it is like thunder and lightning, and it is unpredictable.

When it is slow, it is like Tai Chi flowing, and it becomes gratuitous.

Huashan Siguo Cliff is also because of the battle between the forest leaves and the wind, so that all the things around it have changed beyond recognition.