Yuntai Peak was not Ling Hu Chong and Shen Lian, but Shen Lian and Feng Qingyang.

After a night of thinking, Feng Qingyang knew that the gap between the two foundations was too big, even if Shen Lian did not use a special move, it was far from being comparable to Ling Hu Chong.

Shen Lian is a whetstone, but this whetstone is too thick and heavy, and it is easy to crush the knife.

As for letting Shen Lian restrain his strength, or slowly increase his strength according to Ling Hu Chong's performance, not to mention the difficulty of this, why should Shen Lian cooperate with Feng Qingyang?

What are the benefits of me cooperating with you?

Who will do what is not beneficial?

Another point is that Feng Qingyang is worried that Shen Lian will discover some special secrets after being in Huashan for a long time.

That is Feng Qingyang's biggest secret, and it is also the biggest secret of Huashan, the entire Huashan faction, only Feng Qingyang knows the inside story, and it must not be leaked to the imperial court.

If you drive people directly, you will be caught by Shen Lian.

When teaching martial arts last night, Feng Qingyang took Feng Siniang's words, knowing that Shen Lian was extremely keen, and if there was a slight unreasonableness, he would be noticed by Shen Lian.

The only way Feng Qingyang could think of was to meet Shen Lian's request, have a fight, and then send Shen Lian down the mountain to keep the secret that could not be said.

The wind that has been living in seclusion in Huashan for decades is clear, and he decided to take action in person to fight against the six doors to capture Shen Lian.

No one will miss this great show.

Even Kumei, who was in retreat at the Jade Girl Peak, went to Yuntai Peak with a dragon head crutch, of course she knew how powerful Feng Qingyang was, but she didn't know how powerful Feng Qingyang was now, and this point had to be tested clearly.

No matter how smelly and hard Kumei's temper is, at least she understands a truth, the talent of Jade Girl Peak is withering, but she can stand on Huashan, relying on peerless martial arts.

Her martial arts are stronger than the other three sect leaders combined, and the strength of one person is enough to destroy the sect.

That's why she's been able to get away with it until now.

So no one dared to provoke Jade Girl Peak.

It's different now.

There was a breeze on her head.

If Feng Qingyang decided to do something, such as unifying the Huashan faction for the Sword Sect, how could she resist?

Do you want to ask for help from Bat Island?

Do you want her old face anymore?

She had to come and watch the fight.

She wants to see how far her swordsmanship has reached after so many years, and whether she can break her Qingfeng Thirteen Styles with Dugu Nine Swords!

Shen Lian held Gu Wen in his hand, and he must not be careless in dealing with a senior master like Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang held the Huashan standard sword in his hand.

The sword of the Huashan faction may not be the most beautiful among the major sword sects, but it must be the most symmetrical.

In other words, the sword with the largest shipment of major blacksmith shops and armory workshops in the rivers and lakes is the style of Huashan Sword, which can be said to be the template of the sword.

This kind of sword is suitable for most people, even if there is a difference in height and arm length, unless it is the difference between a dwarf and a gigantism, it is basically unaffected.

Shen Lian said with a smile: "Senior Feng, it is really an honor for the juniors that you decided to take action in person, but the juniors have something to say first, that is, when the juniors fight to the moment of blood surging, it is difficult to control themselves." ”

Feng Qingyang nodded: "My sword will help you control yourself, if you can't control it, then there is no need for this sword in my hand to exist." ”

"In that case, please ask your seniors for advice."

"You're ready to shoot!"

The two stood opposite each other, about two feet apart, this distance can be said to be imminent, for Shen Lian, who was holding a gun, directly occupied the distance advantage.

is an advantage.

There are no disadvantages to the advantage.

From the perspective of the blade, Shen Lian has no disadvantage, and his physical strength is also an advantage.

The only disadvantage is that the wind is clear and has lived in seclusion in Huashan for decades, and he is familiar with every grass and tree here.

In other words.

Shen Lian occupies the sky!

The wind is clear and occupies a favorable location!

The time is not as good as the location, and the location is not as good as the people!

If you want to win, you have to

- Promote strengths and avoid weaknesses!

Shen Lian stomped on the ground with both feet, his body rushed towards the wind like a razor, and Gu Wen shook out the spear flower the size of a sea bowl, and then bloomed thousands of cold plums.

Feng Qingyang's eyes narrowed slightly, and although the sword in his hand was not unsheathed, the sword aura had already permeated dozens of zhang.

A flower and a grass, a stone and a tree, all seemed to have turned into sword qi, like smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, enveloping all the tricks on Shen Lian Zhou's body, leaving Shen Lian with nowhere to hide.

Since there is nowhere to hide, don't hide it.

Since there is no danger to defend, then attack against attack.

Shen Lian raised his head to the sky and let out a tiger roar, scorching qi and blood rushed to the sky, the surrounding clouds were dispersed by the force, and the sea of clouds at the top of Huashan Mountain poked out the claws of the flying dragon.

"Boom!"

Lonely asking the meteor outside the sky, volleying down.

"Boom!"

The wind is clear, and the sword is drawn out of the sheath.

He had to draw his sword.

It is impossible to defeat Shen Lian without drawing his sword.

As long as he slows down a little by half a minute and falls into Shen Lian's rhythm, even if he can win in the end, he will be consumed half of his life, and he still has a few years to live?

Life and death, how can he break it?

Can a sword break through ten thousand laws, can it cut through time and space?

You can't break it!

At least the sword of the wind can't be broken!

His sword can only cut through the spear!

With a light swing of the sword, it was just right to get stuck at Shen Lian's power point, and the huge force of moving mountains and reclamation instantly dissipated without a trace, and the three-foot spear exploded.

"Boom!"

The strength is flying, the mountains and rocks are cracking, and the smoke and dust are all over the sky.

In the rubble in the sky, Shen Lian was like a beast, fiercely rushing towards Feng Qingyang, ignoring the sword qi that Feng Qingyang stabbed over, the spear blade pierced Feng Qingyang's chest.

Attack against attack, fight for life.

Feng Qingyang is over eighty years old, Shen Lian is in his youth, it seems that Shen Lian has suffered a big loss, but the gun is far longer than the sword, and Shen Lian is obviously the advantage in the battle.

You can increase the length with sword qi, don't I have guns and flying spears?

Nameless marksmanship - feather flies!

Dugu Jiujian has no tricks to win, Shen Lian naturally won't work moves, that is to attack the enemy's strengths with his own shortcomings, Shen Lian must grasp his own advantages.

What are Shen Lian's advantages?

Young and strong, healthy, full of energy, the length of the blade, the strength, the sharpness, and even the relatively full food at noon, these are all advantages.

When the slight advantages come together, there is the surging Yangtze River, which can destroy all obstacles!

Feng Qingyang swept with his sword, and the sword qi slashed towards the five fingers of Shen Lian's right hand, but the tip of the sword was upward, if Shen Lian continued to stab, it would be the five fingers of his right hand flying wildly, his left shoulder was pierced by the sword qi, and both arms were abolished at the same time.

People grow old and become fine.

Feng Qingyang's decades of experience are indeed extraordinary, and even Shen Lian didn't expect that someone would be able to use this way to break this trick.

With both feet on the ground, the waist and abdomen are forced, Shen Lian's spine is like a big dragon, the whole person spirals up, and the lonely question swirls around, falling from the sky, splitting Huashan.

"Bell!"

The guns and swords bombarded, overflowing with strength, and the muscles of Shen Lian's arms bulged high, and he slashed at the wind Qingyang.

There is no change in moves, it is the bombardment of qi and blood and brute force, you have no moves, I also have no moves, you break ten thousand laws with one sword, I will drop ten times with one force.

Shen Lian's eyes flashed with blood-red light, the sound of a big river flowing came from his veins, and his whole body seemed to be a volcano about to erupt, as strong as the wind, and he also felt shock at this moment, and there was a trace of excitement.

Martial arts are played!

Feng Qingyang has lived in seclusion in the rivers and lakes for too long, and he has been practicing swordsmanship for too long, and he has not done anything with others for a long time.

Deep down, he longs to fight.

He was eager to test his vision with battle.

He longed to use the battle to relieve the depression in his heart.

He longs to ring the death knell of life with battle.

Grant me death until I grow old!

How could a swordsman die of illness on his bed!

Originally, Feng Qingyang only thought about fighting, thinking about breaking Shen Lian's marksmanship and letting Shen Lian go down the mountain, not wanting to fight only four or five moves, which stimulated the blood in his body.

This is the blood of a swordsman.

Even if he is over eighty years old, the blood of the swordsman will not cool down, and it is still hot lava.

"Boy, look at the sword!"

"Senior, take the gun!"

Nameless marksmanship - swallow thousands of miles!

The sound of the whistling wind came from the top of the mountain, and the sea of clouds manifested infinite changes, as if the heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals sounded the war drums of the Kui Niu and sent the warmest blessings to the god of war.

Shen Lian's moves are like madness, like soldiers on the battlefield, like the water of a long river, like a volcanic eruption, like a glacier collapse, like a Kunlun avalanche, like the cracking of the earth.

Mad!

Violent!

Strong!

The sturdy body is hidden in the sea of clouds, like a flying dragon that can be big and small, and can rise and hide.

Suddenly, the green dragon probed its claws, suddenly the flying dragon was in the sky, suddenly it was shocked, and suddenly the dragon swung its tail.

The spectators were stunned.

No matter whether he majored in internal strength or swordsmanship, no matter which sect or faction in Huashan, he felt the surging battle intent that was breathtaking, and his heart seemed to be beating out of his chest.

This is the fighting spirit brought by Shen Lian, which makes people want to let go of all shackles and fight heartily.

This is an impulse from the instinct of life, a fighting gene passed down from the slash-and-burn period.

There are no restraints, no shackles, only free moves, only bursting blood.

The muscles and bones roared in unison, and the tiger and leopard thundered.

Every tremor of the muscles, every beat of the heart, and every gushing of blood, will burst out of the mountains and tsunamis, which are invincible and invincible.

The wind is clear and the sword is in hand, cracking everything.

When the soldiers come, thousands of arrows are fired, when the water comes, the horizontal sword is broken, the fire comes when the sword cuts the sky, and the ice comes to break the ice into powder, which is an avalanche for thousands of miles, and it can also cut the way.

The swordsmanship is high, wonderful, fast, absolute, brave, and detached, which is only seen in Shen Lian's life.

It seems that it is not a sword, but a brush in the hand of Wang Xizhi, lifting the pen and waving, passed down through the ages, it is the brush of Zhang Seng Xuan, the finishing touch, flying in the sky.

It rises like a shock, falls like a cloud, moves like a rabbit, changes like flowing water, water is amorphous, and the sword is amorphous.

No matter how fierce Shen Lian's moves were, no matter how violent Shen Lian's attack was, as long as the sword was lightly waved, the clouds suddenly opened and the mist dispersed, and the divine power of moving mountains was scattered invisible.

Ling Hu Chong was overjoyed to see it.

He learned Dugu Nine Swords for the first time, but he just memorized the mental formula, and his understanding of sword theory was very shallow.

Seeing Shen Lian shoot out the gun, he knew that if the two of them faced off against each other in a one-on-one duel, they would be pierced in the heart within one move.

Seeing Feng Qing raise his sword, he realized that everything has an extreme, as long as he finds that point, aims at it and gently pushes it down, he can crack a huge mountain.

The sword with a clear wind is just like his name, the breeze is clear, it is not stained with dust, and naturally there is no trace.

There is no trace of the sword, there is no trace.

He didn't use the Dugu Nine Sword, or he just used the sword theory, and when he came out of the sword, he was not without moves, and occasionally he would use the basic sword style in Huashan Swordsmanship.

Every move has a tangible and qualitative effect.

Every sword fell, but there was no trace.

The more Ling Hu Chong looked at it, the more excited he became, and when he saw the highlights, he was even more happy to scratch his ears and cheeks.

Compared with Ling Hu Chong's excitement, Kumei's face was as cold and hard as iron and stone, her left hand was already crippled, and her right hand, which was holding the dragon's head cane, could faintly see the green tendons.

Obviously, this Iron Fairy Gu, who is quite famous in the rivers and lakes, has already turned the river and the sea in her heart.

"The juniors created their own thirteen moves, and now they have used twelve moves, and there is still one last trick left, please taste the wind seniors and give the juniors some pointers!"

Before the words fell, Gu Wen disappeared like a trick, and flew up in an instant, stabbing out a bright gun like a net from heaven and earth, heaven and earth, there was nowhere to escape.

Nameless marksmanship - the long tassel is binding the dragon in his hand!

Feng Qingyang was surprised in his heart, this move seemed to be supposed to use a broken spear style, and it seemed that it should be used to break the arrow, but no matter which way it was used, it would be pierced through the body by the gun.

Can't crack!

At least Ling Hu Chong didn't know how to crack it.

Can Feng Qingyang crack this trick?

Of course – you can!

Dugu Nine Swords, no tricks to win, when you shoot, you need to grasp the spirit of heaven and earth, it is a spiritual swordsmanship, a living swordsmanship, not a rigorous mathematical formula.

If when making a move, you think about whether you should use a broken gun or a broken arrow, don't you have traces of the move in your heart? How can there be no tricks to win?

There is no move, no style, only a sword!

Break ten thousand laws with one sword!

The sword slashed through the beautiful arc, grazing the barrel of the gun and pointing at Shen Lian's chest, this sword had already blocked all the back moves, and the marksmanship changes had been locked.

Enter, the sword pierces the chest!

Retreat, Huashan cliff!

There is no way to heaven and no door to the earth.

Even Feng Siniang, who wanted to draw a knife to help, couldn't help but befriend Feng Qingyang's clever moves.

This move is so beautiful, perfect for people to want to be intoxicated, the Sword Sect's seal is uneven, and he has completely indulged in it, and his eyes seem to be about to burst out of his sockets.

Shen Lian's gun is locked!

How could Shen Lian's gun be locked!

Dugu Jiujian is alive, is the nameless marksmanship dead? Since it's a living marksmanship, if it's a living marksmanship, how can it be locked up?

Nothing can lock life, because life always unshackles from one's body.

Only a cracking roar was heard, and Shen Lian was blasted to the mountain wall by the sword qi, leaving sword marks on his chest, blood flowed out, and the non-attack turned into a hook, tightly locking the raised boulder to prevent Shen Lian from falling.

Gu Wen was diagonally inserted into the mountain wall, submerged into the mountain wall more than four feet deep, and the tail of the gun continued to tremble.

The sword in Feng Qingyang's hand turned into pieces, and the tiger's mouth was shattered by the force, and his face was slightly pale.

What happened?

What just happened?

What kind of marksmanship did Shen Lian use?

Why was the wind blowing sword to pieces?

No one knows what's going on!

The withered plum that can't take her eyes off doesn't know!

I don't know if my eyes are wide open!

Yue Buqun, whose palms were oozing with sweat, didn't know!

Linghu Chong, who was so happy to scratch his ears and cheeks, didn't know!

Even Feng Siniang, who was most concerned about Shen Lian's safety and wanted to break the siege, didn't know either.

Feng Siniang had a lot of questions in her heart.

She didn't know how Shen Lian shot her, and she didn't know why Feng Qingyang tested herself last night.

I don't know why in just one night, Feng Qingyang changed his mind, he didn't want to have a duel with Shen Lian, but wanted to send Shen Lian away as soon as possible.

What secrets does Huashan hide?

Feng Qingyang has been in Huashan for so many years, is it really the Huashan faction that he is willing to guard?

This question, Feng Siniang is thinking, Shen Lian is also thinking, he is engrossed in the competition, and after the competition, reason occupies the high ground of the brain.

"Bang!"

Shen Lian fell to the ground.

Although the body was drenched in blood, it was only a flesh wound, and the muscles contracted and clamped, and when they fell back to the ground, the blood had stopped.

"Thank you for your advice."

"What's the last trick you used?"

"The juniors created their own thirteen moves, but these thirteen moves, are not the limit, just under the pressure of the wind seniors, the juniors created fourteen moves."

"What's the name of this move?"

"You just locked my marksmanship, and I used this to get out of the blockade, because I feel that everything cannot be locked forever, and there is a glimmer of life.

Flowers and birds have the life of flowers and birds, fish and insects have the life of fish and insects, and marksmanship has the life of marksmanship.

The eagle strikes the sky, and the fish soars to the shallow bottom.

My trick is called

- Ten Thousand Frost Heavenly Race Freedom! ”

(End of chapter)