Luo Gu didn't get too many magic patterns in this world, but he got a high-level magic pattern, let me do it.

Demon: "Shall we go back now?"

Rogu: "No, there's one more person worth fighting for!"

Demon: "The wind is blowing. ”

Luo Gu walked to Huashan.

It's easier said than done to find a person in a mountain. Luckily, Luo Gu knew that the wind was clear and he liked to go to the top of the mountain to see the scenery and reminisce about his years. The older people get, the more they like to remember, because remembering the past proves that they have been in this world.

Rogu sat on the top of the mountain and let the wind on the top of the mountain ruffle his hair.

It was extremely cold at night, but none of this impressed a single swordsman. Luo Gu's trip was to make his sword path go further, and to compete with him when he saw the wind clear.

At sunrise, Rogu looked at the rising sun, not dazzling, a little warm. He had frost in his hair.

Wait, wait until the wind clears.

Maybe the wind has arrived, but he didn't show up.

A sigh rang out of nowhere.

Luo Gu: "Since the seniors have already appeared, please show up?"

An old man walked out from under the cliff, his hair and beard were very white, and he had turned a little white. But the old man was in good spirits. In his right hand he held the sword, which had been with him for a long time, because the scabbard had a rusty color.

Luo Gu: "I heard that Your Excellency's swordsmanship is the best in the world, and I want to come and see it." ”

Feng Qingyang is an old man, and the old people don't like to fight, especially those related to life. They prefer to cherish every second of themselves, and every second is so precious.

Feng Qingyang said: "I'm old, I don't want to compete with others anymore, and you're just a swordsman." ”

Luogu: "What's the difference between a knife and a sword, both are sharp weapons for killing." Isn't it good for swordsmen and swordsmen to fight and take what they need from each other?"

Feng Qingyang's voice was very flat, he had seen too many things and experienced many things. When he was a teenager, like Rogu, he also believed that killing people needed a sharp weapon, so at that time he used the sharpest sword and rode the fastest horse. But the sharp sword shattered in a fight. The sword he uses now was given to him by his master, and when he became an adult, he couldn't imagine that he would use it for half his life.

Feng Qingyang looked at Luo Gu, Luo Gu's sharpness was so similar to that of a young man.

Feng Qingyang said: "Then do you know that killing people is more often at random? ”

After this grass is instilled with internal force by the wind, it is like a sword that has been taken out of its hand, no, it should be a flying sword. The flying sword made of grass went straight to Rogu's right chest.

Rogu swung his sword to destroy the grass.

The wind is clear: "Huh!"

It turned out that after Luo Gu used this knife, the momentum of the whole person weakened.

Feng Qingyang: "It turns out that you only have one knife, and you have taken the wrong path." ”

Luo Gu fused all the sword techniques into one sword, and this sword was the strongest. Nameless taught him that every knife was his strongest sword, but he forgot that Nameless was an assassin. Every attack of the Assassin is commendable, so every attack must be the strongest of his own.

The nameless idea left its mark on Rogu's body. But this brand was a bit of a failure, because Rogu was not an assassin.

Rogu receives, "The knife is a murder knife, one knife is enough." ”

Feng Qingyang: "But you can't kill me with a knife now." ”

Luogu: "I can't kill you with one sword, and I can't kill you with a few hundred more knives." ”

This is a confrontation between two people.

Feng Qingyang didn't speak, and Luo Gu walked the knife path. Whoever can determine whether it is right or wrong, everyone only lives one life, and who has the right to say that what others insist on is wrong. At least Rogu doesn't think he's wrong.

Feng Qingyang doesn't think it's wrong at the moment.

Feng Qingyang: "Your strongest sword has been used, do you still want to fight with me?"

Rogu: "Every knife I have is my strongest, why don't you keep fighting?"

Feng Qingyang admires this man in black, simple knife skills, simple people, and simple ideas. He wanted to fight Rogu and sharpen his sword with Rogu's sword. He has not had this desire for a long time, because there is no one in this world who is worthy of him to draw his sword.

Feng Qingyang didn't attack immediately, he was waiting for Luo Gu to regulate his breathing. The important thing in battle is to breathe, if you breathe well, you will be smooth, and if you are smooth, you will be smooth.

But Luo Gu said: "You don't have to wait, my sword, it's not so squeamish, you draw it." ”

But the wind was clear and did not move.

A withered yellow leaf fell from the sky, and it turned out that it was another autumn, and Rogu had been in this world for a long time.

The wind cleared, and the man and the sword stabbed at Rogu. His beard was blown behind by the wind, and the whole person gave people the feeling that the crane was flying, and he was not as popular as a sword.

Rogu swung his sword and struck it crooked.

The two of you come and go, using the simplest moves, and these simplest moves have infiltrated their every move.

If you insist on ornamentation, there is still a clear wind, but there is no Luogu. Each of Rogu's moves gives people the feeling that it is a kind of force, a sense of exerting all the power of the whole body.

Feng Feng Yang suppressed his own strength, a person who can use a piece of grass to break the Luo Gu Knife, how strong it is, and only he knows the blood.

But the more he knocked down, the stronger the strength that Feng Qingyang showed, because Luo Gu made it more and more difficult for him to parry.

Luo Gu's cultivation is focused on recovery, so Luo Gu's relative consumption is not as high as Feng Qingyang.

The spark of the sword and sword continues.

Rogu's knife skills are becoming more and more ferocious, and his ferocity has begun to be unleashed. He has been through many wars, especially in the world of "No Name", which is war, a war to the death. Therefore, in some places, Luo Gu's knife technique even uses one of his own hands to exchange for a clear hand. This is a kind of injury that hurts oneself a thousand, and the enemy only has eight hundred. But the wind is clear and does not dare to do this.

In fact, it's not that the wind is clear, it's not that you don't dare, but you don't want to This is a good swordsman, there are very few swordsmen in this world, and Rogu is the best swordsman he has ever seen. Only he can be called a swordsman. The rest of the people who carry knives can only be evaluated as people who use knives.

The knife was getting faster and faster, and even the air around it had a feeling of being rubbed hot. It's getting so hot here, what a swordsman, what a swordsman.

The sword was still so unhurried, only speeding up once in a while. It is undeniable that Dugu Nine Swords is really a unique swordsmanship in the world.

Luo Gu's knife slashed at the neck of the wind this time, and the wind cleared and drew the sword back to defense.

Luo Gu shouted, and all the magic patterns in his body exploded at this moment, and his strength directly increased several times.

Feng Qingyang was forced to retreat straight by this knife, which was too sudden. Luo Gu also continued to use his knife to suppress the wind Qingyang.

But looking closely at Luo Gu's eyes, he didn't have his whole eyes black like the last time he faced the old eunuch. Perhaps because Rogu became stronger, his endurance also increased.

Luo Gu shouted, and he continued to attack, his sword technique becoming more and more direct, and with the strength he had suddenly increased now, it made Feng Qingyang uncomfortable. Because it is impossible to unload the force completely, you use your own force to change the direction of other people's forces, you must bear the force of others, and the remaining force depends on your own strength, how much can be turned.

Feng Qingyang's hand began to tremble a little, he had many opportunities to kill Rogu, but he gave up many times. This is a rare knife master.

The two continue to fight.

Feng Qingyang thought: "This may be his outburst, and it won't last long." ”

In fact, just as Feng Qingyang thought, the current Luogu is in the stage of explosive seeds.

The place where the two fought was no longer the same, and Rogu began to be discouraged. His knife was slow.

Feng Qingyang saw that a sword was raised at Luo Gu's hand, trying to pick his knife out of his hand.

But a swordsman, how hard is the hand holding the knife, grasping, grasping the knife can be regarded as grasping the whole world.

Feng Qingyang can't take back his sword, and Luo Gu won't take his sword away.

When the knife was 3 centimeters away from Feng Qingyang's neck, the sword had already reached Luo Gu's wrist.

Rogu's wrist was slashed by the sword, and his entire hand instantly lost its strength. Because the sword qi has entered the right hand. But even so, Luo Gu still forced himself to hold the knife and slash, but this knife was doomed to failure.

Rogu's sword slashed off the windswept beard, but it was quickly swept away by the sword that had been driven back.

His right hand was so weak, how much strength he had in this swing, but Luo Gu still clenched the knife.

Rogu put away his knife and stepped back. Blood flowed from his right wrist.

The wind sighed, this sigh is helpless and regretful. From then on, the right hand of this swordsman could no longer hold the knife tightly, and his right hand was useless.

But now Luo Gu still holds the knife tightly with his right hand. This knife is his pride and stubbornness at the moment.

Luo Gu: "I have seen Dugu Nine Swords, and I have no regrets in this life." Good swordsmanship, good swordsman. ”

Rogu said this very slowly. He's tired right now.

Feng Qingyang also collected his sword and returned a swordsman salute to Luo Gu.

Rogu smiled, smiling like a child. Because after this battle, he understood a lot, and his sword path could go further.

Luo Gu treated the wound simply, and said goodbye to the breeze.

The world is so big, Rogu should also walk around. His hearty laughter floated on this mountain.

Feng Qingyang watched Luo Gu go away, and only those who were free and easy could reach the peak of the sword path. He believed that if Rogu's right hand was gone, he would use his left hand to continue writing a legend of his own.

The rivers and lakes will definitely be chaotic because of you, Feng Qingyang thought.