Chapter 40: Life and Death

The sword was a turquoise sword, the sword was drawn with a very elegant technique but not too fast, and the speed at which the sword stabbed out was not extremely fast, it was like a faint breeze, slowly stabbing out.

Mo Tingchi looked at Feng Qingyang's sword, he looked at Feng Qingyang's sword, his forehead was already showing cold sweat, although this sword is not fast, but like a clear wind, but how many people in the world can ponder the traces of Qingfeng? Therefore, his face showed a touch of solemnity, but he also took out his sword, and the next moment he raised his sword, he also pulled out his sword.

His sword drawing was graceful and swift, almost like lightning, and in an instant, it had pierced the throat of the straight wind.

Feng Qingyang turned around to dodge, the cyan long sword flew in mid-air, straight to the chest of the ink pouring pool, the sword and sword did not leave the fatal place, the sword of the ink pouring pool was like this, in the blink of an eye, the ink pouring pool had already stabbed out thirteen swords, each of the thirteen swords had seven or eight ingenious changes, and each sword was until the fatal point of the opponent.

Obviously, anyone can see that the fight between the ink and the wind is an absolutely fatal battle, there is absolutely no reservation between the two shots, and every move and style of the two contains incomparable ingenious changes, if the opponent of the ink pool is not Feng Qingyang, the opponent has already died under the sword of the ink pool.

The same is true for Feng Qingyang, if Feng Qingyang's opponent is not Mo Tingchi, the seven moves he just used, each of which can become a deadly masterpiece.

Lu Xiaofeng was already in a cold sweat, his eyesight was not bad, he could see that the martial arts attainments of Mo Tingchi and Feng Qingyang were already between the two of them, so the victory and defeat were also between the two of them, and no one knew which of these two would win or lose, and which would win and which would die.

It's just that Mo Dump Chi understands this, and judging from the situation of the two of them fighting now, within twenty moves, the two of them should be divided between the winners and losers.

Xue Yiren's eyes shone with essence, and he looked at the opponent between Mo Tingchi and Feng Qingyang without blinking: he is a master of swordsmanship, and he is also the only person in the world who knows Qingfeng Thirteen Styles and Dugu Nine Swords, but whether it is Feng Qingyang or Mo Tingchi, the moves used by the two are very ordinary and very ordinary moves, and there is no trace of Qingfeng Thirteen Styles and Dugu Nine Swords, nor is there the legendary swordsmanship of Mo Tingchi in the rivers and lakes to pay attention to the master of the Doll Mountain Villa, Xiaoyaohou.

It's just that even he can't help but admit that such an ordinary and ordinary move is the most terrifying move at this moment, these moves have no flaws, and they can't reveal the slightest flaw, once the flaws are exposed, there is only one result: death.

"The most basic and ordinary swordsmanship on the rivers and lakes has the effect of turning decay into magic in the hands of the two, and the ink pouring pool is worthy of being the ink pouring pool, and the wind is clear and unworthy of being that person's disciple. The old man with a mask stood on the cliff and sighed softly as he looked at the two dueling.

No one knows his identity, but no one can deny that he has the authority to say this, and anyone should be able to see that he is a person with extremely high martial arts attainments and extremely excellent swordsmanship cultivation.

But in the next moment, no one spoke, the sword in Mo Dumpchi's hand was faster, faster than lightning, sword after sword, just like thunder in the sky, and the sword of the wind was still unchanged and changed, without the slightest change.

The sword is like a breeze, and it doesn't seem to be threatening, but when the sword appears, it can be found that this sword move that has no threat is also a terrifying move that can kill people invisibly.

It's still an ordinary swordsmanship, and it's still an amazing sword fight.

Between seven or eight breaths, the two of them had already passed twenty-three moves.

And almost four or five variations between each of their moves, and each change is almost instantaneous. Each of their swords pointed at the deadly place of their opponents, and each of their swords was a murderous sword, but so far none of them had killed anyone, but the sword fight had already been scorched.

Mo Dump Chi showed a smile on his face, a very bright smile, he could see that Feng Qingyang not only had a deep kendo cultivation, but also a solid kendo foundation, if it wasn't for a person who cultivated diligently, it would be impossible to use such an ordinary swordsmanship to the fullest in any case, to be honest, he still wanted to compete with Feng Qingyang in the basic swordsmanship, but he couldn't, he could see from the time he fought with Feng Qingyang just now that Feng Qingyang's body had gradually weakened.

If a swordsman is already weakened, if he continues to fight, he will lose nine times out of ten, this is not the result he wants, he wants to win, but he definitely does not want to win in this way.

The sword collided with the sword, and the ink poured pool retreated sharply, and then a sword leaned forward, and in an instant, the sword swept out obliquely like lightning, and the people and the sword of the ink pouring pool swept up diagonally, stabbing straight towards the wind Qingyang.

At this moment, as long as there is a certain degree of martial arts attainment, it should be clear that Mo Dumping Chi is not willing to delay any longer, he wants to use this sword to divide the victory and defeat.

Feng Qingyang's forehead had left fine sweat, he could naturally see this, he looked at the ink pool, a flash of gratitude flashed in his eyes, his body was no longer enough to support such a sword fight in his body for a long time, so only by solving the victory or defeat of this sword fight between a few swords could he bring his strength to the peak state.

He had always had a good impression of Mo Dump Chi, even if he had learned that Ink Dump Chi had killed Ling Hu Chong, and now this scene he had verified that Ink Dump Chi was not a real swordsman.

He also came out of the sword, his sword has changed, this sword is definitely not the sword move just now, this sword can not be seen by anyone, no one can describe this sword, this sword is magical, as if it is a clever hand, as if it is specially designed to deal with the sword moves of the ink pool.

Xue Yiren couldn't see this sword, in his opinion, this sword had the shadow of Qingfeng Thirteen Style, and there were also traces of Dugu Nine Sword Breaking Sword Style, but this was not Qingfeng Thirteen Style nor Sword Breaking Style, but a very mysterious and ingenious sword style.

Looking at this sword, before the time came, he was not the slightest sure that he could survive under this sword.

There was silence, silence, no one spoke, even the breath was frozen, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Thinking about the eight pairs of eyes on the cliff, thinking about the countless pairs of eyes under the cliff staring at this battle with wide eyes, looking at this shocking battle, looking at this exquisite duel that is about to decide the victory or defeat.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened, he looked at the two swords that stabbed the opponent's heart at almost the same speed after a short entanglement, at this time he couldn't help but close his eyes, he didn't know who would die under whose sword in the next moment, or whether these two people would be pierced through the heart by the opponent's sword and go to Huangquan hand in hand.

Yan Shisan, Xie Xiaofeng didn't close their eyes, Li Qinglian, Xue Yiren, Sikong Xingxing, Mu Daoren, and the black-robed old man didn't close their eyes either, they all stared at this scene with wide eyes, looking at this peerless rare and terrifying sword move.

The sword move of the two of them did not have any momentum, but whether it was Mu Dao Ren or Xue Yiren, or Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan, these kendo seniors or outstanding juniors, they could not help but admit that this was one of the most terrifying swordsmanship they had ever seen.

Looking at this sword of the two of them, Yan Shisan was even thinking: "Can the Fourteen Swords of Death be able to win this sword?" He was not sure, he didn't know, he found that he only knew when he really fought.

Two extremely subtle sounds sounded in the wind, which were not loud, but extremely harsh, and anyone on the field could hear them almost simultaneously, and they knew them.

Aren't these two sounds the same as when the sword is plunged into the chest?

Two swords were inserted into the hearts of two people at the same time, could it be that both of them were already dead?

At this moment, no one knew that Feng Qingyang's chest was bleeding, and Mo Tingchi's chest was also bleeding.

The blood slowly slashed down the blades of the two swords, leaving them on the ground.

The blood flowed slowly, but with an indescribable feeling of suffocation.

The world seemed to stand still in this moment, and all the focus was on this moment.

Almost everyone in this one held their breath, and no one knew the outcome of this sword.

However, since anything has happened, there is naturally a winner and a loser, and it is natural to be able to distinguish a winner and loser, which is also the cruelty of things in the world, and it is also precious.

Mo Tingchi held the sword, Feng Qingyang also held the sword, and the two swords were slowly pulled out one after another.

Blood also flowed down the ground.

Feng Qingyang's face turned pale for a while, he glanced at the sword in his hand, and sighed softly: "That's a very delicate sword, can you name it?"

Mo Tingchi's face was also not good-looking, but he didn't look weak, he looked at Feng Qingyang and said, "It's a wonderful hand, and it doesn't have a name yet." ”

Feng Qingyang smiled and sighed: "Very good, I lost today's battle, but I was convinced, now you can go." ”

Mo Tingchi was silent, he looked at the old man who was like a flutter in the wind, he was silent for a long time, and without hesitation, he turned around and looked at Yan Shisan: "Can you give me a ride?"

Yan Shisan didn't speak, but the others had already supported Mo Tingchi's shoulders, and the two of them, with two swords, went down to Siguo Cliff and Chaoyang Peak.

Feng Qingyang didn't speak, he just silently looked at the figure of Mo Dumping Pond going down the mountain, and for a long, long time, Feng Qingyang turned around and walked towards the cave.

What is the outcome of this duel? Everyone is thinking about this question, but there is no answer, Mo Dumping Chi does not say, the wind is clear and good, who else knows the answer?

Mo Dump Chi had already sat in the carriage, and Yan Thirteen had already bandaged his wounds, and at this time, Yan Thirteen looked at Ink Dump Chi coldly and said, "If the wind clear sword still advances half an inch, then you will definitely die." ”

A flush flashed across Mo Dump Chi's pale face, and he let out a sigh and sighed softly: "I understand, I naturally understand, if he hadn't stopped his sword, I would have died." ”

Yan Shisan said coldly: "What about him, I can see that your sword has pierced his heart." ”

Mo Tianchi nodded coldly and said, "Yes, my sword is a little deeper." ”

Yan Shisan, who was driving outside, suddenly stopped, he looked at Mo Tianchi and said, "So you mean that Feng Qingyang is already certain to die?"

A gloomy look flashed across Mo Dump Chi's face, and he sighed lightly: "Yes, he is already certain to die. ”

Yan Shisan's eyes showed a very strange look, he looked at Mo Tianchi and said, "He had a chance to kill you, but he didn't kill you." ”

Hearing this, the wry smile on Mo Dump Chi's face became even stronger, and a rare solemn look flowed out of his face, and he sighed softly: "When my sword pierced his heart, he knew that he had been defeated, so he stopped his sword, and I was spared." ”

Yan Shisan stopped the carriage and didn't speak for a long time, and after a long, long time, he slowly spoke: "He is a real swordsman. ”

Mo Tingchi nodded heavily, word by word, and said, "Yes, he is a real swordsman. (To be continued.) )