Hearing that the wind is clear, he has sealed the sword and returned to hiding, and he must be a member of the Sword Sect.

Hong Qigong immediately clasped his fists and gave a salute: "Fortunately, I can't imagine that there are masters like Brother Feng in the Huashan faction, and I don't know if I call the flower lonely!" ”

Feng Qingyang smiled slightly and said, "Brother Hong's praise! ”

As he spoke, he looked at Ouyang Feng again and asked, "I don't know who this is?" ”

Ouyang Feng was about to speak, but as soon as his mouth opened, it was like he was stuck, his eyes widened, and he was stunned.

"Hmmm......"

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but be stunned, and turned to look at Hong Qigong.

Hong Qi said fairly: "This person's name is Ouyang Feng, have you ever heard of Brother Feng?" ”

Feng Qingyang was slightly surprised, he didn't expect to be able to see the two beggars of the West Poison and the North at once today, and he was even very lucky.

However, Ouyang Feng's reputation was not good, and Feng Qingyang just glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze.

The person who practices the sword has his own arrogant bones, and he has a good conversation with Hong Qigong, and he also likes him as a person, as for Ouyang Feng, he does not dare to agree.

But Ouyang Feng, who saw this situation, was unhappy.

"Well, what are you doing when you look at me?"

He actually wanted to say why the other party didn't speak when he saw him, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt that saying this would inevitably fall into his prestige, so he said it instead.

Feng Qing raised his white eyebrows slightly, with a look of displeasure: "Ouyang Feng, you have done a lot of evil, Feng doesn't want to have anything to do with you, today and for Brother Hong's sake, I won't hold you responsible for trespassing on Huashan, go down the mountain quickly!" ”

"Hey! I said that you white-eyed old man, did you see that Lao Tzu was injured, so I can't help you, right? Believe it or not, grandpa, I'll beat your out! ”

Ouyang Feng prides himself on being the best in the world in martial arts, and if others have the slightest contempt for him, he will be angry from the heart, and it is difficult to suppress it, so he has to subdue the other party, or even beat him to death.

Posture is to get up and compete with the other person.

And Feng Qingyang was afraid of him, so he immediately snorted coldly with disdain.

"I'm ......"

Seeing this, Ouyang Feng was even more furious, but fortunately, Yang Guo hurriedly grabbed him from the side and persuaded Shuang'er with kind words, so he didn't make a move, but said; "You wait, when I regain my strength, I'll kill you again!"

"Waiting for you at any time!"

The wind cleared and said coldly.

"If it weren't for my son stopping me, I'll tell you, like you, Lao Tzu will beat ten at will!"

Ouyang Feng suddenly shouted angrily.

"No, like Your Excellency, Feng can handle just a hundred!"

Feng Qingyang thought to himself, who can't brag than anyone, just because the old man has lived so long and lived in vain, right?

Hong Qigong heard it on the side, and immediately laughed unkindly.

And for a while, the temperament of the fairy wind bones on Feng Qingyang's body was instantly lowered a lot by this sentence.

As the saying goes, three women in one play, but now it seems that when the three old men get together, they are all left with bragging and fart!

"You two let me go, I'm going to kill him!"

Ouyang Feng was so angry that he screamed, and was held down by Yang Guo.

"Okay, the old man doesn't want to talk nonsense with you anymore, leave Huashan as soon as possible, otherwise don't blame Feng for being polite!"

Feng Qingyang naturally saw that Ouyang Feng was sick and didn't want to worry about him anymore.

But Ouyang Feng has never hated a person like this since Hong Qigong, and he is willing to leave, so he has to wait for his strength to recover, and then he will be separated from Feng Qingyang.

"How important is my Huashan, how can you be presumptuous?"

The wind was clear and annoying, and immediately waved his long sleeves and hit a drill.

Ouyang Feng suddenly felt a fierce wind blowing in his face, and he was just about to use his strength to resist, but the injured viscera was inopportunely painful, and he couldn't help coughing violently.

I saw Yang Guo sweep out in one step, blocking in front of him, his right hand and sword fingers, and he also swung out a true qi to defeat him.

"Huh?"

Feng Qing raised his white eyebrows slightly, as if he had noticed something, he couldn't help but be a little interested, and once again waved an invisible match, attacking Yang Guo.

The power of this move is more than several times stronger than that of Fang Cai.

Yang Guo was shocked in his heart, and realized that Feng Qingyang's move had been combined with a bit of sword intent, and it was extremely powerful.

He immediately didn't dare to be careless, condensed his true qi, and no longer used his true qi to fight in the air, but a trace of white qi came out from his fingertips, and slashed at the sword qi that was swung out by Feng Qingyang.

In an instant, an invisible wave of qi surged from Yang Guo's fingertips, and the surrounding snow flew into the sky, like a gust of wind swept through, and a large open space was swept out in an instant.

Yang Guo's face remained unchanged, although he was a little struggling, but he really blocked the powerful move of Feng Qingyang.

"Yes, I didn't expect that among the younger generation, there was such a demon as you, and then take the old man's sword, if you can catch it, Huashan Ren'er will stay!"

Feng Qingyang's face showed a look of amazement, and then his eyes froze, and he used seventy percent of his skills, directly from three percent of Fang Cai's forty percent, intending to try out the depth of Yang Guo.

Yang Guo saw that the wind was clear and the robe was windless, and the sword qi around him was raging, as if he was about to make a big move, and immediately shouted: "Feng senior, can the younger generation use a blade?" ”

Among the old monsters in the Golden Book, Feng Qingyang is a master of the magic power of the sword, in addition to the legendary sword demon Dugu seeking defeat, in terms of lethality, Feng Qingyang can undoubtedly be among the best.

After all, Dugu Jiujian has practiced to turn into strength, but it is not bragging!

Feng Qingyang bowed slightly: "Yes!" ”

He bullies the small with the big, which is already dishonorable, doesn't he let the other party use the blade?

Yang Guo took a deep breath and asked Shuang'er to take Ouyang Feng back away, and then pulled out the lady's sword and held it in the palm of his hand, and the momentum on the whole person changed instantly.

Although it is not as good as Feng Qingyang's condensation of sword qi to the point where the living beings are not close to it, it has already touched a certain realm, and it seems that it is only one foot away from the door.

Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with a gleam, thinking that it would be good if he could meet this kid earlier, even if he was not a member of the Huashan faction, but if he was willing to worship himself as a teacher, he might not be able to pass on the Dugu Nine Sword to him.

At a young age, being able to comprehend the sword to such a realm is already very extraordinary!

It seems that he is about to enter the realm of no tricks in the true meaning of swordsmanship, and it is really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, which makes people not accept the old age!

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but feel a trace of emotion in his heart, and deliberately waited for Yang Guo to be ready before making a move.

"Boy, the sword practice is good!"

As he spoke, the index middle fingers of his right hand had been brought together, and with a wave of his long sleeves, a condensed white qi visible to the naked eye slashed straight towards Yang Guo, and the thick snow on the ground flew to both sides, leaving a deep ravine on the ground.

Yang Guo's heart sank, because the injuries in his body had not healed, the strength he could exert was only about seventy percent of the peak, but seeing that the power of this sword was really terrifying, he could only try his best to gather the internal force in the dantian into this sword, and slash out towards the white sword qi.

Streaming down!

Boom!

As the sword qi intersected, the wind from the tiger and the cloud from the dragon, a surging tide of true qi instantly swept around Yang Guo's body like a tornado.

The snow melted under his feet, the mountain rocks cracked, dense like a spider web, and Yang Guo held the lady's sword in his hand, his arm trembled again and again, as if a sword was slashed in the air, but there was great resistance in front of him, as if he was going to shake his lady's sword out of his hand in the next second.

"Break it for me!"

Yang Guo's face turned red, the green tendons at the corners of his neck and forehead burst out, and even bloodshot appeared in his eyes, with a bang, the only trace of Jiuyang true qi left in the dantian suddenly surged all over his body, and the cold light on the blade of the sword was cold, and with a soft sound, the Qianjun resistance in front of him disappeared instantly, and the long sword swept sideways, scattering the sword qi that was clear and clear.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

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