Huashan Jade Girl Peak, thinking about the top of the cliff peak, at this time, the sword qi was whistling, the figure was flickering, and Xu Zifan and Feng Qingyang were having a peak duel.

"Whew......"

The sword light was dotted, like thousands of stars, brilliant and dazzling, and when the wind was clear and raised his hand, a sword light roared and stabbed at the figure in the purple mist in front of him.

"Brush ......" Xu Zifan's figure moved sideways, and his speed increased further, like purple lightning, bringing out afterimages one after another, and moving out more than ten zhang horizontally, and the purple mist was surging, covering his figure.

The sword light in Feng Qingyang's hand pierced through, pierced the purple mist, and penetrated through the purple figure's body, the purple mist faded, the figure was disillusioned, and Xu Zifan's real body was already more than ten zhang away.

When Xu Zifan moved out horizontally, Feng Qingyang knew that this time the sword light pierced only a phantom, not a real person. Then with a light tap of his toes, Feng Qingyang's figure was like a flying sword, following Xu Zifan's figure.

For a while, thinking about the top of the cliff, the sword light pierced through the air, the sword qi was like frost, and the two figures were entangled together, surging inside, and full of energy.

I saw two people wrapped in purple true qi, mysterious, and their skills shook the past and the present, and one turned into a flying sword, and the white sword light roared back and forth, crisscrossing the mountains, and the sword was unparalleled.

Xu Zifan was shocked at this time, he couldn't imagine that Feng Qingyang's sword was terrifying, it was simply a myth in the sword, and his various swordsmanship had been integrated, but only by swordsmanship competition, he was completely pressed and beaten by the other party.

"Is this the power of the Swordless Realm?"

And Feng Qingyang's heart is even more dignified at this time, this Huashan junior, the internal force is so deep, it is the only one he has seen in his life.

And judging from the current situation, this junior advances and retreats in an orderly manner, attacking and defending to a certain extent, and the internal strength cultivation shown at this time is definitely not his ten successes, this internal strength cultivation is simply shocking, shocking the past and the present is invincible.

Looking at Xu Zifan's age again, he wondered if this junior had been cultivating since his mother's womb.

In addition, he also knew the secret book of the Huashan Qi Sect's Divine Skill Zixia, although the exercises were well-known and extremely powerful, but there was a disadvantage that it would take a long time to cultivate to the high-level realm.

In the past history of Huashan, all of the Zixia Divine Skills were practiced to a high depth in ten years, and it took a huge amount of time to reach the realm of Dacheng.

Moreover, this junior named Xu Zifan, the breath on his body, and the realm of Zixia Divine Skill gave him a strange feeling.

He could feel that this junior Zixia Divine Skill should not have been practiced to the deepest depths, but why Zixia's true qi was so strong, and it felt even stronger than the legendary Zhonghua Mountain Founding Sect Patriarch Zixia's inner breath when he was consummated.

Incredible, peerlessly powerful, freak, this is Feng Qingyang's evaluation of Xu Zifan.

The sword qi surged, like a tide, rolling in, surging away, the two figures became faster and faster, and finally they could only see a cloud of purple mist and a white light entangled in the mountains.

The fierce battle between the two has lasted for an hour, Xu Zifan was almost hit several times, if it weren't for his incredible internal strength, and his speed was so fast that he was like a ghost, he would definitely be surrounded by sword light.

Although with his current physical strength and strong internal strength, he may not necessarily be injured by the sword light, but then he will lose the meaning of fighting.

Feng Qingyang is worthy of being the top two masters in the world of Xiaoao Jianghu, the sword is proficient, and he has reached the realm of no sword, and with the peerless martial arts Dugu Nine Swords, it is even more terrifying.

Xu Zifan has integrated countless first-class swordsmanship in the world, and can be described as a super master of swordsmanship, but now in the face of the wind Qingyang, he was broken and all his swordsmanship was broken.

"......Boom" The rocks under Xu Zifan's feet cracked, and his speed increased again, only to see that the wind was clear and there were figures wrapped in purple mist in all directions, and each figure used a sword technique.

The first figure is transformed from virtual to real, using Songshan swordsmanship, the sword is strong, majestic, the figure is like purple lightning, the attack is clear to the wind, followed by the second figure attacking, using Huashan swordsmanship, dangerous and domineering, the third figure is like a shadow, the void is mysterious, Xiyi swordsmanship......

A purple figure, each using a different swordsmanship, disillusioned with reality and reality, and the wind of siege and killing is clear.

"Boom ......"

The place boiled and turned into a sea of sword light, with waves and waves that rose and fell, devouring everything and killing everything.

In this sea of swords, every wave is a ray of sword light, and the waves are pressed down heavily, destroying mountains and mountains, indestructible, invincible, and extremely terrifying.

Feng Qingyang looked at the sea of sword qi in front of him, and his face was unprecedentedly solemn.

"I still underestimate this junior, my internal strength is unfathomable, and I can't imagine that I can go this far in kendo!"

Thinking of Xu Zifan's young face, Feng Qingyang sighed, and suddenly felt that the world was secluded, and the years were ruthless, maybe he was really old, and his own era was over.

Then I thought of the battle of sword qi, and thought of the same family who had died tragically, Feng Qingyang's heart was sad, his heart was difficult to solve, and his depression was even heavier.

"Okay, it's time for the sword qi battle to end!" The wind is clear and mutters to itself.

Immediately, the aura of sorrow around him became even worse, and gradually sublimated, and it seemed that everything in heaven and earth was different.

The wind clears the world within 100 meters of the body, full of sadness and depression, from a wisp of a wisp, gradually turned into a thousand wisps.

This kind of emotion suddenly turned into substance, affecting everything around them, making all the living beings in this world feel heartache and inexplicable sadness.

At this moment, the wind is blowing and within 100 meters of the body, the stars are crying, the grass and trees are sad, the birds are crying, everything is full of sadness.

"This sword is the sublimation of the old man's lifelong kendo, created in recent years, and it belongs to my kendo, you can take a look!"

Immediately, Feng Qingyang slowly raised his hand, and the sword light in his hand disappeared, revealing a branch, and at the same time, the sadness in the heaven and earth within a hundred meters of his body was even worse, as if the heaven and earth were sad together, and the whole world was crying.

At this moment, heaven and earth were in grief, and a drop of rain appeared out of thin air, like the tears of heaven, crystal clear, soft and shining, containing restraint and full of sorrow.

A light breeze blows, and the raindrops fly obliquely, which is like a signal, and then thousands of raindrops appear with the wind, like tears, full of sadness, and turn into a misty drizzle, filling the heavens and the earth.

The purple mist is rolling, the sword sea is turbulent, and a wave is a wisp of sword light.

Heavy waves, indestructible, overwhelming, pressed against the wind Qingyang.

The sea of swords pressed and collided with the heaven and earth that seemed to cry around the wind and Qingyang, like two worlds colliding.

On one side of the world, the purple sea rises and falls, the waves are turbulent, the waves are heavy, and the sky is overwhelming; On the other side, the world is drizzling, the breeze is slow, and the inexplicable sorrow is full of heaven and earth.

The sea of swords is covered, there is no earth-shattering as imagined, the whole ocean is blown by the breeze and moistened by the drizzle, like ice and snow encountering carbon fire, melting quickly.

At this time, Xu Zifan's heart was shocked, he always firmly believed that the world's martial arts were unbreakable, and only fast was unbreakable.

All of his swordsmanship had been broken by Feng Qingyang before, and then he increased his speed, he believed that under his extremely fast sword light, even the Dugu Nine Sword of the Swordless Realm would not have time to break his sword moves.

It's a pity that the description of Feng Qingyang's strength in the original book is not very detailed, and I didn't expect that under the persecution of his extremely fast sword light, Feng Qingyang finally showed the style of the myth of swordsmanship.

Every time his sword light struck and killed the wind, he could feel an extreme sense of sorrow, and this emotion affected his own will.

At this moment, Xu Zifan seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, his speed was getting slower and slower, and his heart was inexplicably sad, as if everything in heaven and earth was crying, every grass and tree, every flower and stone, all crying.

Even the whole world is crying, look at the drizzle, isn't it the tears of heaven?

"Snort...... Sneer...... "A drop of drizzle hit Xu Zifan's arm through the thick purple mist, and then, countless drizzles hit his whole body.

At this time, Xu Zifan was immersed in inexplicable sadness, his emotions fluctuated, and suddenly he had pain all over his body, purple qi surged, and when he entered the purple mansion, he immediately felt a chill in his mind.

Looking down, the drizzle that came from the attack, where was the raindrop, it was a ray of fine sword light, full of sadness and depression.

At this time, these sword lights actually broke through his protective purple qi, but it was also the end of the strong crossbow, after the sword light touched his skin muscle membrane, he saw that the treasure qi above his skin membrane was circulating, and there were bursts of treasure qi ripples emerging, dissolving the sword light and eliminating the killing.

"In the end, you still need to rely on physical strength! Otherwise, you have already lost. Xu Zifan sighed.

A burst of sadness struck again, Xu Zifan's emotions and heart were touched again, and then he bit the tip of his tongue, lifted his spirit, and his body quickly retreated, and in a blink of an eye, the purple figure was like light, and it had retreated to a hundred meters away, where his emotions were no longer inexplicably sad and undulating.

"The wind is clear, what an old monster, it's so strong, it's really swordsmanship!"

A complicated look flashed in Xu Zifan's eyes, and then his surprise was overflowing, because he saw a new world of martial arts, and he still had pursuits in this world, and he could still make progress.

At this time, the purple sword sea dissipated, Xu Zifan faced the drizzly world, he was thinking, what kind of power is this, the way of the clear wind?

The Tao is the Tao, the Tao is not the Tao, what is your own Tao?

Xu Zifan pondered deeply, and one after another purple humanoid figures walked out of his body, turning from virtual to real, deducing various different swordsmanship.

There are the most basic basic swordsmanship, point sword, flirting sword, stabbing sword, and breaking sword......

There are also Huashan swordsmanship, Hengshan swordsmanship and other swordsmanship of Wuyue, in addition, there are various swordsmanship that he has traveled all over the world and seen.

One by one, Xu Zifan is in all directions, deducing different swordsmanship.

Purple qi waves, permeating Xu Zifan's whole body, in all directions, all kinds of swordsmanship, sublimated in the interpretation, and gradually the figures around him became faster and faster, and the sea of sword qi appeared again.

The sword sea was not used for attack at this time, but Xu Zifan was wrapped in it.

From a distance, at this time, the entire sword sea seemed to have turned into a drop of water, which was wrapped in Xu Zifan, and he was like a sword dao god fetus in the water droplet at this time.

"Ten thousand swords have cultivated the Dao, and the transformation has been made, this is to get out of their own sword path!" Feng Qingyang was in the drizzly world at this time, looking at Xu Zifan who was wrapped in the sea of swords in front of him, and said to himself.