After a pause, the sword came out.

Fengjia Sword Water Splitting Type - Rushing Stream.

The sword light is like silk, rushing forward, as if it is slow and urgent, and it is confusing to people's eyes.

Feng Mo Xiu regarded the phantom as nothing, and only at the moment when the sword light came to his body to condense did he raise his sword casually, and commented lightly: "It's too slow." ”

Feng Zhiping turned a deaf ear, took advantage of the situation to change his moves, the sword body that should have bounced back quickly trembled and stopped retreating, and before the humming sound dissipated, a silver stream fell from the sky and went straight to his throat.

Split water type - flying stream.

Feng Moxiu's face was dissatisfied, and the horizontal sword was in the throat, and after a blow, he forced the person away.

"Taizheng! How many times have you said that you can't use this move too hard, you have to be surprised, unless your sword is faster than the other party!"

I don't know if Feng Zhiping listened to it or not, but he saw him retreat to the second step and volley backwards, and the long sword drew a round of full garden poking out from below, and quickly picked up.

It's still a water-splitting move - reflux.

"Hey, I'm about to vomit!" Feng Moxiu opened it casually, and after returning the two swords, he snorted angrily, "Why do you always use the water splitting method, so that it is not as smart as before, and you want to disgust me?"

Feng Zhiping didn't say a word, and after swinging his head and feet in mid-air, the sword was pulled up again, and the speed did not decrease, and he flew straight towards Feng Mo Xiu.

"Stinky boy!" Seeing a chaotic flash of silver light rushing towards him, Feng Moxiu scolded, too lazy to dismantle the move, and directly responded with the same move, "Lao Tzu let you see the authentic torrent!"

Suddenly, the sound of gold and iron resonating loudly, fast and chaotic, the two figures were entangled in a high-speed separation, the speed was so fast that it was impossible to tell who was who, and the field continued to sound Feng Moxiu's angry pointing sound.

"Slow!"

"Slow!"

"I'm in a hurry, why can't I control what I'm doing so quickly?"

"Oh, this sword made you make me vomit, can we be serious?"

"It's crooked, where is the stab, see the person and then take out the sword, you can just close your eyes and slash when you are using the Eight Desolations Crazy Demon Stick?"

"Well, that's good, but why do you want to take it back? How good is it to take a slow step to pick up the 'turbulence' or the 'hidden cloud' of the Tibetan sword? Knowing that the speed is at a loss, you still fight fast, and the things that Lao Tzu taught you are all pulled in the pit of Diancang Mountain?"

Feng Zhiping didn't say a word, and responded with silence, his speed was indeed not as fast as Feng Moxiu, but this was all in his plan, because...

"Huh?" Feng Moxiu stopped taking half a step out of his hand, quickly swept his eyes around his body, and his eyes lit up, "I see, are you coming?

Before the last word was finished, four silver five-leaf clovers appeared out of thin air, and in an instant, they changed into eight, and then into sixteen, and in the blink of an eye, they were densely packed, tightly surrounding him in the middle.

Feng Zhiping withdrew and stood still, Yuan Li frantically injected into the sword body, and the greatly suppressed spiritual consciousness fell on Feng Moxiu at some point, and at this time, it suddenly condensed into a line and locked it firmly, he raised his head slightly, raised his sword and pointed forward.

"Broken. ”

In an instant, the silver leaf grass moved, overwhelming the sky, like stars falling.

The trajectory of the fall was stunned, and there was no change, but there were too many of them, and there was no way to dodge without change.

With Feng Moxiu's cultivation, both the Sword Domain and the Body Protector Gang Qi could easily take it, but he didn't.

He is not a form on the side, the identity of a swordsman in his heart is always ahead of the realm of cultivation, and his favorite thing in his life is to see new moves that he has never seen, how can he miss this kind of opportunity?

"Is the integration of the Nine Leaf Sword Lotus and the Sword Cage? Although it is tricky, it is a bit interesting. ”

The thought crossed his mind, and when the first silver leaf grass approached, he moved, and the sword ball appeared.

The sword group was composed of countless sword shadows, without increasing the release of spiritual power, without any tricks, Feng Moxiu maintained a high degree of restraint and fought back with the purest swordsmanship.

The dragon pattern sword was swift and light in his hand, and each sword shattered a sword flower, not only could not dodge, even if he could dodge, he did not let go.

There were so many sword flowers that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye that they were constantly withering under his sword, and even the broken and flying residual leaves could not touch him at all, so they could only turn into scattered silver light and stay on the surface of the sword group for a short time, struggling to prove that they had existed and worked hard.

The scene is very beautiful, but it is also very powerless, and it is not until this moment that Feng Zhiping deeply understands what the first sword of Tianyuan is, and Qiu Mobai's words are really not self-humble.

After the death of Master Guowen, in terms of swordsmanship alone, no one in the Tianyuan Continent could defeat Mo Xiu.

The flowers will eventually end, and the grand scene will soon end.

The stubborn Feng Moxiu picked up the last sword flower, and was very satisfied that his sword was not old, and he turned his head to comment and ridicule a few words, but he saw a little cold light approaching the tip of his nose.

"When?!"

Feng Moxiu was taken aback, he didn't even notice Feng Zhiping approaching, was he too focused just now?

The dragon pattern sword was dragged back, and the cold light was on the auspicious cloud-shaped sword, and as soon as his arm sank and his body leaned back slightly, he was about to fight back, but he saw that the second sword was killed first, and it was wiped to the side of his neck.

Feng Moxiu blocked again, and hurriedly accepted the call twice, his body's center of gravity was unstable, and he was forced to take half a step back.

When he retreated, he fell into Feng Zhiping's sword momentum, and there was almost no gap in one move after another, and the move was threatening.

Feng Moxiu tried to reorganize the offensive several times but failed, and he tried to withdraw but failed, and he was unwilling to overwhelm people with force, so he could only retreat again and again. The only Chinese network

"Stinky boy, a little capable, I'll see how long you can last!" Feng Moxiu laughed, not caring that he fell into the disadvantage.

Feng Zhiping's sword was quick and powerful, but he didn't lose accuracy, and each sword was aimed at the key point to force him to defend, which required a lot of energy and internal force, and controlled every trace of strength with extremely high concentration.

It is good to say that the internal force is not able to last long, people will be tired, as long as the slightest slack will make the offensive gap, then it will be an opportunity to counterattack.

The two retreated and chased, unconsciously striking out of the ring of fire and entering the woods that were difficult to see with five fingers.

The darkness hindered the naked eye, but it couldn't hinder the spiritual sense, Feng Zhiping's sword was still accurate, and Feng Moxiu's parry was still accurate, and the grappling seemed to continue endlessly.

Time passed bit by bit, Feng Moxiu was gradually surprised, Feng Zhiping's concentration exceeded his expectations, and there was not a trace of flaw in almost a hundred moves.

Thinking of those calm and unpopular eyes, he couldn't help muttering, the sword species is really a treasure.

Putting aside the potential hidden dangers, it can help people speed up their cultivation, can help people improve their concentration, and can also help people cultivate their spiritual power in advance (although the way is very death-seeking), he is a little jealous of his precious son, and if he is someone else, he will definitely grab it.

I really can't expose it!

Fortunately, there are very few people who know, and if it leaks out, even if the hidden danger is big, there will definitely be a mountain of people coveting!

Especially the emperor, there have been several generations of emperors who have not been able to recognize the lord of Tianyuan, and now this one has taken the strength of the old nose to pull out to the tangible period, and the result is still unable to let the Tianyuan sword take a second look, for the dignity of the emperor and the royal family, he will definitely fight the idea of sword seeds, and when the time comes, let Lao Tzu sacrifice his precious son as a tribute, isn't this forcing Lao Tzu to rebel?

No, it must not be leaked!

The people I know so far are me, Ping'er and the girl Ping'er likes, I won't say anything to Ping'er, that girl...

Damn, she won't have a deep master-apprentice relationship, tell her senior sister, right?

Thinking of Han Fengxue's smile when they parted, Feng Moxiu instantly tasted a little deeper meaning, and couldn't help but shudder, and with this distraction, a sword shadow appeared silently under his armpits.

Feng Moxiu found out that it was too late, and hurriedly turned around to dodge, but the person was not injured, only a hole was made in the clothes under his armpit, which made him want to vomit blood.

", shame!"

Feng Zhiping was unforgiving, continued to pursue, and when he reached the fifth move, he was half a point short with a horizontal slash, and his face suddenly changed.

"Haha, it's time for Lao Tzu!"

Feng Moxiu's eyes lit up, and he laughed wildly, and the dragon pattern sword cut in along the seemingly inconsequential half-point inaccuracy, grazing Feng Zhiping's sword body and cutting straight to the gauntlet.

"Let go!"

Feng Moxiu reminded wildly, arrogant, Feng Zhiping had no choice but to let go, but his left hand followed closely and grabbed the hilt of the sword to recapture it, which immediately attracted Feng Moxiu's even more crazy ridicule.

"Think too much, boy!"

The dragon pattern sword circled and picked up, the long sword flew into the air, Feng Zhiping grabbed a void and didn't have time to withdraw his hand, he saw the dragon pattern sword turn in the direction and slap it horizontally to his chest.

"Lie down!"

Feng Moxiu shouted wildly, the sword slapped heavily on Feng Zhiping's body, Feng Zhiping vomited blood but didn't arrive, his left hand grasped the sword body regardless of the sharpness of the blade, and his right hand clenched an old fist and hooked it.

"Stinky boy!"

Feng Moxiu's face was dark, this kid didn't admit defeat, and dared to slap him in the face?!

As soon as his left hand grasped Feng Zhiping's fist, the spiritual power of his right hand stirred and shook the hand on the sword, ready to give him a few more blows on his buttocks, so that he knew that he knew the consequences of cheating, and knew the consequences of his son beating Lao Tzu, clinker Feng Zhiping's hand shook loose but did not leave the sword body, and still maintained his grip, Feng Moxiu hurriedly stopped the next move for fear of cutting his son's hand bald.

"You..."

Feng Zhiping didn't give a chance to finish speaking, seized the opportunity to rush, raised his neck and slammed his head into Feng Moxiu's face.

The face was slammed, and the body protection qi instinctively fought back, Feng Zhiping heard a crunch in his neck, and fainted before he felt a pain in his forehead.

Feng Moxiu's heart was cold, and he couldn't care about wiping the nosebleed, so he directly threw the sword and grabbed his son's head and gently put it to the ground, and the spiritual power probed into Feng Zhiping's body and swam around quickly, and then he snorted and touched the back of his neck, then he breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the ground and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

"It's okay, it's okay, the neck is not broken, the neck bone is not injured, but it was twisted, it scared me to death!"

When he got back to his strength, he felt that his nose was itchy, and he reached out and touched it and saw that his fingertips were dyed red, he rolled his eyes angrily, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Damn, it took a long time to do so much foreplay, and this is the purpose of making trouble for a long time, are you kid? Although it is the rule of our family to retaliate with a tooth for a tooth, I didn't mean to beat your mother, and it's not all the trouble caused by your kid, you don't need to do it, your mother can peel off Lao Tzu's skin when she wakes up when she turns around!

summoned a fire to illuminate it, grabbed his precious son's left hand and looked at it over and over again, Feng Moxiu couldn't help but sigh again.

"This resilience is really fucking strong, it wasn't so strong when Lao Tzu was in the Tibetan period. Hehe, not only to grow flesh, but also to grow bones? Awesome, amazing, even if the recovery power has caught up with the early stage of forming! Go back and cut off one of your fingers to see if it can grow again, if you can... The spiritual consciousness period can be like the physical period of limb regeneration, yes, who in the same level can beat you? It's not easy to kill you in the Shenzang period! It's worthy of Lao Tzu's species, it's awesome, but the most awesome is still Lao Tzu, ahhahahaha!"

Wang Po sold melons, Feng Moxiu was not ashamed at all, and laughed happily.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped, the stinky fart and joy on his face instantly turned solemn, he turned his head coldly, and his knife-like gaze cut straight into the depths of the dark forest.

I don't know if I saw the firelight or felt the gaze, an anxious voice floated in the forest: "Father, is it you?

Feng Zhili walked out of the darkness, was overjoyed when he saw Feng Moxiu, and then looked at Feng Zhiping on the ground, his expression froze, and he rushed over with an exclamation.

"Third Brother !!"