Chapter 39: The Decisive Battle

On the Chaoyang Peak of Huashan, it is already a group of heroes who will come, and the crown cover is gathered.

Mr. Tang Er of the Tang Sect in Shuzhong, the Mudao people of Wudang, the Qionghua Zhenren of Diancang, the Kunwu Venerable of Kunlun, the Dugu Crane of Emei, Lu Xiaofeng, the third young master of Shenjian Villa, Xie Xiaofeng, Xiao Shiyilang, Sikong Xingxing and other people on the rivers and lakes gathered under the cliff of Chaoyang Peak.

In addition, there are also a number of famous people such as Xue Yiren, Shuai Yifan, Yan Shisan, Li Qinglian and so on, who have long since retired to the rivers and lakes, or have never been famous in the rivers and lakes, but there are many young masters with high strength, and all their eyes are staring at the cliff of Siguo.

It seems that here and now, there are countless masters and celebrities up and down Huashan, but the real protagonists are only the two people who think about the cliff: the wind is clear and the ink is pouring into the pool.

-- There is no one in the world who can take their place.

Yan Shisan glanced at Lu Xiaofeng, Lu Xiaofeng also looked at Yan Shisan, the two looked at each other and smiled, and they both walked towards the cliff with a very strange and fast manner.

As soon as the two of them stepped forward, there were immediately five more figures, as fast as the golden rainbow turning lightning, towards the cliff.

Briefly surprised, immediately calmed down, but anyone who has stayed under Huashan for a day or two knows that the duel Huashan faction does not hinder the watching of the battle, but there are only nine people who can think about watching the battle on the cliff, and the token representing these nine positions is fully handed over to a generation of famous heroes Lu Xiaofeng to dispose of, Lu Xiaofeng has friends all over the world, and it is naturally difficult to have opinions if he is well-informed.

At this moment, the people who can think about the cliff and watch the battle have already appeared: Yan Shisan, Li Qinglian, Sikong Xingxing, Lu Xiaofeng, Xie Xiaofeng, Mu Daoren, honest monk, and an old man who covered his face.

But what about two more?

Lu Xiaofeng knew that Gongsun Lan would not come anymore, and there was another person who was thinking about the cliff, he climbed the cliff, and naturally saw the peerless swordsman who had not appeared on the rivers and lakes for nearly twenty years on the cliff.

Lu Xiaofeng once heard a sentence: If a swordsman disappears from the rivers and lakes for three or four years, then even if this swordsman is a peerless swordsman, he is either old or dead. He agrees with this statement very much, but looking at Xue Yiren in front of him at this moment, he can't help but admit that some people in the world are exceptions.

Even if some swordsmen have disappeared in the rivers and lakes for 20 years, they are still the incomparably sharp and sharp swordsmen.

Xue Yiren didn't look at Lu Xiaofeng, Mu Daoren, Li Qinglian and other people who were famous or not famous in the rivers and lakes, he stood on the cliff, opened his eyes and looked coldly at the two people who were already standing in the center of the cliff: the wind is clear, and the ink is pouring into the pool.

Obviously, in his opinion, he is not the protagonist, the real protagonists at this time are only Feng Qingyang and Mo Tingchi, he is just an ordinary audience.

Audience, there are a total of eight audiences, five of whom are extremely famous in the rivers and lakes, and can be regarded as the five most famous people in the audience of this much-anticipated duel, but they looked at the ink pouring pool and the wind Qingyang who were facing each other and had to admit that they were just supporting characters at the moment, and the real protagonist was not only the ink pouring pool and the wind Qingyang? ?

Feng Qingyang and Mo Tingchi didn't make any moves, they didn't show any emotions on their faces, whether it was excitement or loss, or other emotions, there was no at all, they just looked at each other calmly, and they didn't even speak.

It seems that in their opinion, talking is also an extremely superfluous thing.

But in the silent confrontation, the eight people, no matter who they were, felt an indescribable heavy pressure, and suddenly, with the two of them as the center of the wind and the ink pouring pool, they soared and expanded, and finally poured over the entire Siguo cliff.

The eight pairs of eyes brightened, their eyes widened, the eight people who were watching the battle were all people with good eyesight, no matter which person they were, they could see that there was no trace of internal force on Mo Tingchi and Feng Qingyang, and it was obvious that this extremely depressing aura at this time was just the terrifying pressure that naturally generated by the confrontation between the two.

Therefore, no matter that person, he can't help but be surprised, nor excited, but also have to admit: "This battle can definitely be regarded as a chess opponent's battle."

-- No one knows the outcome of this battle, and the outcome of this battle is too unpredictable, so who can know for sure?

Xue Yiren didn't blink, his eyes kept looking at Feng Qingyang and Mo Dump Chi, to be precise, his eyes had been staring at Ink Dumping Pool, before he saw Ink Dumping Pool, he didn't believe that Ink Dumping Pool had the ability to match Feng Qingyang, who had reached the realm of swordsmanship, but at this time he couldn't help but admit that Ink Dumping Pool at this time could not win even with his kendo cultivation, and it was obvious that Ink Dumping Pool was qualified to compete with Feng Qingyang Sharp Blade.

The cold wind is like a knife, the knife penetrates into the bones, and the dead leaves spiral and rise under the cold wind, covering the originally somewhat gloomy atmosphere with an extremely strong and cold meaning at this time. Mo Tingchi didn't blink, he looked at the wind Qingyang, carefully looked at the wind Qingyang, looked at the old man in a green shirt in front of him, he didn't know how long the time had passed, it seemed that there was only a moment, and it seemed that a long time had passed, he withdrew his gaze, he looked at the wind Qingyang with a calm expression like a vast sea, and said softly: "This battle should have been fought two months ago, and this duel should not have had visitors." ”

Feng Qingyang smiled slightly, he glanced around, and said: "The world is impermanent, no one can predict clearly, but at least one thing is certain, I am Feng Qingyang, and you are the ink pool, Feng Qingyang and the ink pool will definitely fight, whether it is morning or night." ”

Mo Tingchi laughed, he smiled at the wise and calm old man in front of him, and said calmly: "Yes, no matter what, as long as there is Mo Tingchi in the world, he will definitely fight with Feng Qingyang, this is already fate, a fate that no one can change." ”

Feng Qingyang said, "The fate of the swordsman." ”

They don't know what their fate will be and what the outcome will be before they pull out their own and what the outcome will be? This fate is in their own hands and in the hands of their opponents.

When Feng Qingyang saw Mo Qingyang, there was no one else in Feng Qingyang's eyes, and when Mo Tingchi saw Feng Qingyang, how could there be others in Mo Qingchi's eyes???

When swords meet swords, swordsmen meet swordsmen, there is naturally no room for other people among them, and there is no room for anything.

The sword was still in the scabbard, and when he saw the wind clearing, he couldn't help but want to draw the sword, but he didn't draw the sword, there were some things he had to ask, and he had to ask clearly before drawing the sword, otherwise even if he drew the sword, it would be difficult to achieve his purpose of drawing the sword.

He believed that he was like this, and he also believed that Feng Qingyang had not drawn his sword so far, and the same was true.

"I could have made a move, but unfortunately I couldn't. Mo Tingchi looked at the wind Qingyang and slowly spoke: "Your heart is not quiet, if a person's heart is not quiet, the swordsmanship will be chaotic, and the swordsmanship will be chaotic, and the person will die." ”

Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank sharply, but he didn't refute, in fact, his heart was not quiet, and it was only when he saw Mo Tingchi and the opponent in front of him that he realized that his heart was not as unexpected, but set off a ripple.

He was silent for a long time, looked at the opponent in front of him, and said, "I originally thought I was ready to fight you, but now it seems that there are some things in the world that people can't control." ”

Mo Dump Chi understands that a person's emotions are sometimes difficult to control, in other words, if a person can't control his emotions, doesn't that mean that this person has a lot of distracting thoughts that he can't let go of and can't let go? He can see that Feng Qingyang has distracting thoughts in his heart, and it is precisely because he has distracting thoughts in his heart that his heart is not quiet.

He looked at the swordsman in front of him and said calmly: "Noon has not yet come, you still have time to speak, you can find anyone present, as long as you can answer your doubts." ”

Feng Qingyang shook his head, he looked at the ink pool, and said, "I don't need to find anyone, I just want to know one thing." ”

Mo Dump Chi frowned, but did not deny it.

Feng Qingyang smiled and said, "Ling Hu Chong was killed by you?"

Mo Dumping Chi did not hesitate, and said lightly: "If I hadn't had a murderous intent for him, he wouldn't have died." ”

Feng Qingyang understood this sentence, and it was obvious that although Ling Hu Chong was as rumored to be killed by the Lord of the Moon Palace, in the final analysis, it was because of the ink pool.

He wanted to ask a few more questions, but now he didn't have to ask any more, this question completely solved his doubts about other questions, so how could he ask again?

His hand had already pressed the hilt of the sword, and a pair of deep and obscure eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, just like a divine soldier unsheathed, but the divine soldier was not unsheathed, and the sword was still in the sheath.

Mo Qingyang's face did not change at all, his eyes looked at Feng Qingyang, and there was even a smile on his face, it was obvious that the terrifying aura exuded by Feng Qingyang's body was not a distressing thing for him, but a pleasant thing.

-- What are the things in the world that make a swordsman happy? There is only one thing, when the swordsman meets the opponent of the opponent.

Silent, dull, cold.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe a quarter of an hour, maybe an hour.

The two of them didn't make any moves, and the people around them seemed to think that time had stood still, and everything in the world seemed to have stood still, but in this dull and static world, a dazzling light suddenly appeared.

The wind was clear, and the sword had been drawn silently. (To be continued.) )