"Hmph, old man looks at the move!" Listening to Feng Jiao's snort, both hands moved together, the long sword in his left hand flew out with a sheath, and his right hand slapped his right chest towards Feng Qingyang.

At the same time, the movements of blowing snow and listening to the wind were exactly the same, but the directions were slightly different, and the two daughters were as fast as the wind, and their posture was chic and elegant, which made Yue Lingshan and Lin Pingzhi, who were standing behind Murong Fu, look envious.

"Good kung fu!" The wind was clear and the white beard was fluttering, and he couldn't help but praise it, and he didn't dare to slack off at the moment, he pinched a sword finger with both hands, and lightly touched the palm of the wind and the snow.

The figure of the second girl seemed to hit a transparent wall, and she stopped suddenly, and felt a tingling pain in her palm, but the second girl was obviously prepared, and her free hand shook the hilt of the flying sword, and with a sound of "brush", two blue lights appeared, and the long sword came out of the sheath, and it turned a corner in the air, flying towards the second girl and also slashing towards the arms of the wind and Qingyang.

"It's ...... Capture the dragon skill!" Hong Qigong's body was shocked, he knew about this beggar gang, but no one in the beggar gang had been refined for nearly a hundred years, including himself, but he didn't expect to see it on two little girls from another faction today, and the shock in his heart can be imagined.

"Boy, when did your family steal the beggar gang's peerless school?" Hong Qigong was shocked, but also a little indignant, and turned his head to look at Murong Fu.

When Murong Fu heard this, his face was slightly stunned, and he said vaguely: "This, the juniors don't know, maybe which of the noble seniors has some relationship with the Murong family!"

"Hmph!" Hong Qigong also knew that this matter could not be investigated for Murong Fu, so he snorted and stopped speaking.

Listening to the wind and blowing snow, the long sword was sucked back into his hand, and he used the Dragon City swordsmanship with his hand, and in an instant, the front of the two girls seemed to be covered with a layer of light curtain, slowly moving towards the wind.

"Good swordsmanship!" Feng Qingyang praised with a smile on his face, and his hands were in the air, and only a few "snorts, bells" were heard, and there were several gaps in the light curtain.

Although Tingfeng knew that this old man was known as the sword god, and he must have a very high swordsmanship, he didn't expect it to be so high, and he actually broke the second girl's Dragon City swordsmanship in just one round.

Listening to the wind, he was quite unconvinced, and suddenly snorted, "Liangyi swordsmanship!"

Immediately, the sword moves changed greatly, as fast as lightning, the momentum was fierce, and the tip of the sword conjured up a little cold star.

And blowing snow is just the opposite, the movements are slow, the moves are wide open and closed, and the Dao sword shadow rotates around the body, and the end is extremely mysterious.

The swordsmanship between the two women seems to be very different, but there is an inexplicable close connection in it, complementing each other, and they have the same end.

"It's ...... Positive and negative swordsmanship!" Feng Qingyang's tone was a little surprised, and immediately his sleeve robe swayed, and his right hand waved in the air, and countless sword qi emerged.

"Go!" Feng Qingyang let out a low shout, and the cold light of the sword qi around him flashed, and they shot towards the two girls who listened to the wind respectively.

"Sneer" There was a loud sound, and the sword qi was blocked by the two women's long swords, although the positive and negative swordsmanship is only a first-class swordsmanship, but if the two people cooperate to exert it, the power will increase greatly, and it is not much weaker than the Liancheng swordsmanship and Taiji swordsmanship, especially the two women's hearts are connected, and it is even more powerful.

Shattered all the sword qi of Feng Qingyang, and listened to the changes in the wind's footsteps, but it appeared on Feng Qingyang's left side, with a flick of his wrist, several sword shadows stabbed at his left ribs, armpits and other positions at the same time.

The blowing snow on the side came to his front, and with a "brush" sound, the long sword slashed from his left shoulder to his right rib, killing two birds with one stone, which not only prevented him from defusing the move of listening to the wind, but also attacked him.

Feng Qing raised his brows and frowned slightly, a trace of hesitation flashed in his heart, he had dozens of moves to crack the two women's combos, but all of them were ruthless moves that would cause the two girls to be seriously injured, if he hurt these two girls, wouldn't it be bad for Murong Fu.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to reach his body, Feng Qingyang sighed secretly in his heart, his footsteps moved slightly, and he actually took two steps back from a special angle, which was worthy of avoiding the tip of the second girl's sword.

"Okay, yes, no one has been able to force the old man to regress for many years!" Feng Qingyang looked at the two little girls in front of him who were only ten years old with a complicated face.

"Do you have a bad memory, didn't you force you back a few steps when I was competing with you last month?" Hong Qigong glanced at Feng Qingyang with disdain, and unceremoniously exposed his old bottom.

"That's dismantling tricks, how can you count!" Feng Qingyang glanced at Hong Qigong, "If it were for you, maybe I would be defeated by these two little girls!"

Hong Qigong smiled, pretending to close his eyes and recuperate, joking, the sum of the internal strength of these two little girls is definitely not below him, if he loses, wouldn't it be ugly? Then he thought again, it seems that Murong Fu's age is not much older than these two girls, and it seems that losing in his hands is not decent......

"Hmph, what's the point of forcing you to regress!" Listening to the wind, he couldn't stand Feng Qingyang's way of complimenting, snorted in his mouth, and retorted unceremoniously.

"Hehe, the future is terrible, the future is terrible!" Feng Qingyang smiled, and didn't care about the rudeness of listening to the wind, "The old man has to be serious next!"

Murong Fu was a little speechless when he heard this, this old man's kung fu pretending to be better than his own, but seeing that the wind was clear and Yang Shicai actually retreated because he didn't want to hurt the second daughter, he immediately put his mind at ease and used his strength to recover his internal strength.

Listening to the wind without saying a word, he flashed forward, "brush, brush" a few times, and the sword shadow in the sky shrouded the wind clearly.

"Flashy, useless!" Feng Qingyang casually commented, pinched a sword trick in his left hand, and raised his fingers with his right hand, and a white energy was swallowed at his fingertips, regardless of the cold light of the sword shadow around him, he just nodded towards the inconspicuous cold star on the right side.

At the end of the day, the sword shadows in the sky were like mirrors, and with a "bang", all of them shattered.

Hearing the wind, he was shocked, and his left foot slid forward two steps, "Look at the sword!" But it was a very wonderful sword stabbed at Feng Qingyang's shoulder.

But halfway through the sword, Tingfeng's body couldn't help but pause, it turned out that Feng Qingyang's sword finger had pointed to the empty door exposed on Tingfeng's left chest at some point, although there was still a few feet away from her body, and her sword was only a few inches to Feng Qingyang's shoulder, but Tingfeng was cold and hairy erected for no reason, as if as long as he advanced a little further, he would be pierced through his heart and die.

When Blowing Snow was listening to the wind, he also stabbed a sword into the wind Qingyang's body, but he only pointed the sword finger of his left hand diagonally forward, which made Blowing Snow dare not move again.

The two girls glanced at each other, and they both saw a flash of horror in each other's eyes.

Next, the second girl almost used the exquisite swordsmanship all over her body, but no matter what kind of swordsmanship she used, no matter how ingenious the cooperation was, it was all resolved by Feng Qingyang casually, and every time the second girl only performed half of her moves, she was like a man on her back, and she didn't dare to move anymore, and she was both irritable and aggrieved in her heart.

The second daughter naturally didn't know that Feng Qingyang had comprehended the sword-breaking style in Dugu Nine Swords for decades, and ordinary swordsmanship, even if it was a first-class top-grade swordsmanship, there was nothing he couldn't break.

After about a stick of incense, the second daughter's smooth forehead was covered with fine sweat, but she never got a move and a half again, so she had no choice but to stop.

Listening to the wind, he waved his hand, and said weakly: "Forget it, we are not your opponents, let's let Gongzi give you some color!"

"Hehe, now you know what it means to have someone outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky!" Murong Fu looked at Tingfeng with some gloating, "The sword god's predecessor has a mastery of swordsmanship, he can guide your swordsmanship, but it is much stronger than Gongzi's guidance, go back and think carefully about the sword competition process of the right talent, and comprehend as much as you can!"

"Yes, Childe!" the two girls replied in unison, listening to the wind and pouting slightly, quite unhappy, but also helpless.

"You're almost recovered, the old man has long been itchy about your six-vein divine sword!" Feng Qingyang looked at Murong Fu with some impatience.

Murong Fu got up and patted the dust on his buttocks, and said, "It's almost, although it has only recovered four or five percent, but it should be no problem to make a few moves of the six-vein divine sword!"

Feng Qingyang nodded, spread out his right hand, and carried his left hand behind him, "Let's shoot!"

Murong Fu pouted secretly, "Why did you forget to pose like this before, what a miscalculation!" on the surface, he bowed his hand, "Be careful, this six-vein divine sword is an invisible sword qi, if the junior is not properly controlled, and accidentally hurts the senior, I hope the senior will not be surprised." ”

Feng Qingyang nodded, "What are you doing in a rambling manner, the old man is a lonely man, and no one will seek revenge on you if he dies!"

Murong Fu glanced at Yue Lingshan and Lin Pingzhi pointedly, and then his face turned pale, "Please teach your seniors!"

Before the words fell, two extremely subtle "snort" sounds came out, and two sword qi, one purple and one red, shot out from the fingertips, heading straight for the wind Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang's face was solemn, and he no longer had the same casual attitude as he had just against Tingfeng Ernu, but seeing that he flicked his fingers with both hands, two white sword qi shot out.

In an instant, the sword qi of the two sides met in the air, and with two "poofs", the six-vein divine sword, which had always been invincible, was actually penetrated by the ordinary white sword qi.

And the white energy only became a little thinner, and it shot at Murong Fu unabated, extremely fast.

"Childe!" Hearing the wind, the second daughter couldn't help but exclaim.

Murong Fu was also slightly cold in his heart, and immediately raised two swords in his hand to disperse the white sword qi.

"Dare to ask seniors, what is this?" Murong Fu asked as he looked at Feng Qingyang, who was slightly relieved.

"This is the innate sword qi that the old man cultivated by himself!"

Murong Fu was shocked in his heart, no wonder he was so powerful, I don't know how it compares to the integration of the six swords?

Immediately, he didn't make any more temptations, his hands blurred for a while, and finally with a stroke out of thin air, a white sword qi hung in his hand.

When Feng Qingyang saw Murong Fu's white sword qi, his eyes condensed slightly, and at the same time, there was a small amount of sword qi in his hand, but compared to Murong Fu's section, the color was slightly dim, but the fierce sword intent exuded was not under Murong Fu at all, and even exceeded.