"Amazingly talented, I can't imagine that there is a person like you on the rivers and lakes." The wooden sword and the iron sword clashed, and the figure staggered for a moment, and Feng Qingyang's eyes were full of amazement.

"You, too, amaze me!" With a faint smile on his face, Lin Ye's right hand trembled slightly.

It's excitement, it's excitement.

After nearly twenty years of practicing swords, Lin Ye really encountered a top-notch swordsman at this moment.

Feng Qingyang's attainments in kendo are definitely much higher than Guo Songyang's.

He has stepped out of the shackles of Dugu's quest for defeat and swordsmanship, broke out of his own world, and has his own swordsmanship.

This is the real swordsman, otherwise he is just a vassal under the sword path of others.

No matter how powerful it is, it is only a vassal after all.

"A hundred swords preach." The swords clashed again, and a sonorous sound sounded, and Feng Qingyang said in a deep voice towards Lin Ye.

"As you think!" Echoing, the swords intertwined again, and Lin Ye spoke.

Turning over and down, the wooden sword in the hand of the wind is like a life-threatening sickle at this moment, showing all the tricks, forcing the move, and it is extremely dangerous.

And the long sword in Lin Ye's hand also showed infinite changes, and there was wind and thunder under Qingfeng.

The battle between swords and swords, the fight for each other's lives, is only for the way of the sword.

A qiē is only for the kendo that he is obsessed with, and only in this way can he prove that he has the meaning of zài.

In order to prove the way of the sword, the opponent who had not been seen for a long time, the wind was clear and shouted, and the wooden sword in his hand was flipped again, and the surging momentum of the sword shook the sky.

"Sword Breaker!" With a shout, the wooden sword in Feng Qingyang's hand was like a spark in the night, stabbing towards Lin Ye.

"What a Dugu Nine Swords!" Lin Ye's eyes were full of battle intent, and the Dugu Nine Swords were simplified by Bo, although it was a simple sword, but it was still mixed with thousands of changes in swordsmanship.

Lin Ye crossed the sword in his hand, and then swept away.

The moment the sword swept out, Feng Qingyang's face suddenly became solemn.

If the two people competed before were swordsmanship, it was sword style.

Then this sword is a struggle of strength and will.

If it is said that the forest leaves and the sword with the wind blowing are as cold as the dense dark clouds in the sky before the rainstorm.

Then Lin Ye's sword swept out, and suddenly all the dark clouds in the sky were removed, revealing the sun.

But it was not the warm sun, but the scorching sun, the red sunset of blood.

"Good swordsmanship, good ......" Lin Ye's sword before was like a cold, mysterious but clear wind was not moved, just because his Dugu Nine Swords showed the changes of thousands of swordsmanship in the world, and it was impossible not to break, but this sword was absolutely unbreakable with Dugu Nine Swords.

However, before this sentence was finished, Lin Ye's sword suddenly struck towards the top of Feng Qingyang, and the sword seemed to have a new change, and there seemed to be no change.

It seems to be erratic, but in fact it is heavy, as if it is light, but in fact it is cold.

Feng Qingyang did not immediately return the sword, but stopped in place and looked at Lin Ye's sword.

It seemed that he had been stunned by Lin Ye's sword, as if he was stunned, but just when Lin Ye's sword was about to pierce Feng Qingyang's heart, Feng Qingyang's sword suddenly moved.

The wooden sword stabbed out slowly, slowly.

Even the speed at which the leaves fell was faster than this sword, but Lin Ye's face changed suddenly.

Surprised, shocked, and excited.

It's another kind of fast, a kind of slowing down.

This sword stabbed out of Feng Qingyang's hand, a sword that was out of bounds, a sword that was not in order.

But this sword is like the eye of a painted dragon, although it is empty, it is the hub of all transformations, and the seemingly simple sword is to break through the thousands of changes of the long sword in Lin Ye's hand.

No matter what direction Lin Ye's sword strikes, no matter how Lin Ye chooses to attack, this sword can crack Lin Ye's sword move.

Just when the sword stabbed out of the clear wind, Lin Ye's movements suddenly stopped, and the sword that was supposed to be indomitable suddenly stopped, and the sword momentum turned like a sharp arrow that had been shot out, but it suddenly turned into an indestructible steel plate of the city wall.

The sudden change in Lin Ye's sword caught Feng Qingyang off guard.

He really didn't expect that Lin Ye's sword that was as stunning as a meteor before could suddenly change its sword momentum, not only did it change, but it was so completely transformed, and it was so simple.

From a sharp arrow, it turned into an indestructible steel plate.

Flowing clouds and water, from attack to defense, Lin Ye's sword did not have the slightest slackness, without the slightest pause, just like the water flowing in front of the cliff and then falling, forming a waterfall as natural.

This sword has already been calculated by Lin Ye, the sword is sharp, the edge is exposed, and there is no defense in attack.

Although Lin Ye was confident that he would not lose to Feng Qingyang, he also had to admit that if it was an attack on the sword momentum, Feng Qingyang's sword was indeed very cold, and even he could only use other methods to avoid its edge.

"What a forest leaf, what a turn from offense to defense!" Feng Qingyang laughed, the wooden sword in his hand did not change at all, how should the original sword be stabbed, or how to stab it.

This is a sword with a clear wind, with advance but no retreat, attack but no defense.

There is absolutely no meaning of retreat when the sword is stabbed, this is the sword path of the wind and the sword intent of the wind and the sword.

If there is a hint of retreat after this sword is stabbed, the momentum will fall, and it will be defeated.

It was not that he was defeated by Lin Ye, but that he was defeated by himself, and he denied his sword and his own way.

Wooden and iron swords, offensive and defensive.

Two different extremes, and then opposite.

"Ninety-ninth sword!" Once again, the swords were staggered, and when the body was staggered, Lin Ye said slowly.

Ninety-nine swords, the sword fighting between the two sides has exhausted a hundred moves.

"The final sword will prove the victory or defeat of you and me!" Feng Qingyang looked at Lin Ye and said in a condensed voice.

"The wind is clear, your sword cultivation is amazing, as a swordsman, I should use a peerless sword to repay you!" Lin Ye looked at the clear wind, moved the cold front in his hand, and said in a deep voice.

"And so it is." Looking at Lin Ye, the wooden sword in Feng Qingyang's hand suddenly let out a low sound.

The sword became tangible and intangible, and in an instant, the surrounding air seemed to be shrouded in invisible sword qi.

The moment the sword came out, the wooden sword in Feng Qingyang's hand suddenly turned into sawdust, like snow in winter, sprinkled into the sky.

The endless sawdust was like a sharp sword with one handle at a time, stagnant in the air.

The cold light suddenly appeared, and the sawdust in the sky suddenly all shattered, and with a gust of wind, Lin Ye slowly withdrew the sword in his hand from the scabbard.

"Admire!" With a long exhalation, Feng Qingyang looked at Lin Ye and said slowly.

"The wind is clear, he will ask for advice in the future!" Looking at the sawdust on the ground, Lin Ye said in a deep voice.

Hundred swords are at their limit, undefeated and undefeated, but this sword fight ended in a draw.

Turning around, Lin Ye no longer lingered, and walked towards the mountain road on the right side of the Siguo Cliff.

At this moment, it was close to dusk, but these hundred swords had been fighting for a day and a night.

But this hundred swords brought out all the skills of Feng Qingyang and Lin Ye.

This hundred swords compete with will, faith, and Tao.