Huashan world insurance!

Huashan is dangerous, the name of the long sky plank road, the name of the world, even the birds are difficult to cross.

At the foot of Mount Hua, Bai Xiaosheng quietly went on the road, with his martial arts today, the danger of Mount Hua is nothing at all. And he lives in Huashan in Tianlong, and he is even more familiar with this place.

Bai Xiaosheng flew and swept around, every step was like a cloud driving the fog, and his body was agile and fast, incomparable.

When I came to Huashan Sect, it was very quiet here, and it was not like it. Also, Yue Buqun took the Huashan disciples down the mountain, and naturally there were no people here. He walked around at random, and there were no more people except for two women who were tidying up the house.

It's strange to say, isn't that Yue Buqun afraid that others will go to his Huashan Mountain and burn it here? Or, steal all the cheats of the Huashan faction?

"Except for the Zixia Divine Skill of the Huashan Sect, most of the other martial arts have been lost, and the rest are probably in Yue Buqun's mind. Shaking his head, Bai Xiaosheng didn't think about it anymore, his feet moved, his body flashed, and he flew up and rushed straight to the cliff.

It seems that this place has not changed for thousands of years, what it looked like last time, and what it looks like this time. Lonely high peaks, lonely cliffs, silent caves...... Not a single qiē has changed.

Standing on the top of the cliff, Bai Xiaosheng said slowly: "Disciple Bai Xiaosheng, I want to see Uncle Fengtai!" His voice was like a gentle wind and drizzle, coming continuously, sweeping in all directions, and when it reached some valleys, there was an echo, startling a group of birds.

"Disciple Bai Xiaosheng, I want to see Uncle Fengtai!" Bai Xiaosheng shouted again, but this time the voice was as sharp as thunder, rolling endlessly, shaking the mountains and rocks.

His voice is getting louder and louder!

Seeing that Feng Qingyang still did not appear, Bai Xiaosheng frowned slightly. He thought about it, and stood there motionless, and the momentum on his whole body became fierce, like a sharp sword inserted into the sky, unstoppable.

The lonely high peaks, the sharp long swords, and the stark contrast stirred the calm sky of Huashan.

"Huh?" A suspicious sound, the figure of the wind Qingyang appeared on the cliff, and Bai Xiaosheng also looked sideways, his eyes were like lightning and swords, sharp and compelling. He exclaimed, "Good, good, good." I can't imagine that in just a few years, your kendo cultivation has reached such a point. It's unexpected. ”

Bai Xiaosheng slowly clenched his fists and said, "Uncle Feng has won the award." The disciple came this time to confirm the way of the sword with Uncle Fengtai. His word "kendo" is very important, and ordinary people who practice swords don't know it at all, even that Ling Hu Chong probably doesn't understand, but in the ears of characters like Feng Qingyang, it makes him rarely serious.

He looked Bai Xiaosheng up and down, and said slowly: "Okay! You are indeed qualified for this!"

Feng Qingyang once swore that he would never use a sword again in his lifetime. It's just that this oath is also divided into two ends, and ordinary people naturally don't want him to use his sword, but when it comes to Bai Xiaosheng, it's different.

They are not comparing swords, but Tao!

This doesn't count as a sword!

The two stared at each other, moving under their feet. Very abruptly, the two each crossed a distance of more than ten meters and came to three meters away from each other. The wind, inexplicably, lifted the clothes of the two, and a wisp of gold flashed between the two, and then dissipated in a blink of an eye. With a bang, a messy rock on the edge of the cliff suddenly exploded, and the stones splashed.

The momentum of the two became more and more vigorous, and their clothes were also swaying, dancing without wind. In the center of the two of them, there seemed to be two swords colliding, but the sword body was not seen, but the sound of the sword was heard, and the sword qi that shot out hit all around, leaving a deep ravine in an instant.

When Feng Qingyang ordered Fox to Chong Dugu Nine Swords, he said that he "practiced hard for another twenty years, and he could be a hero in the world." But in fact, Ling Hu Chong's progress was surprisingly fast, thanks to his chance. Feng Qingyang may not have the opportunity to make Hu Chong, but his understanding of Dugu Nine Swords is definitely not comparable to Ling Hu Chong.

In terms of qualifications, he may not be as good as Linghu Chong, but thirty years is enough time for him to eat Dugu Nine Swords. He has avoided the game for many years, and his understanding of Dugu Jiujian has long been Mahayana.

It's just that whether it can be as detached as Dugu seeking defeat, but it is unknown.

Today, Bai Xiaosheng knows, Feng Qingyang is also detached, and has entered the realm of "meaning".

This is a very mysterious realm, but the meaning is indescribable. To put it bluntly, if you are enlightened, you are enlightened, and if you don't understand, whatever others say, it will be like that.

The so-called no trick to win has a trick, you can teach it to others, just like Dugu Nine Swords, but no sword is better than a sword, it won't work.

Croak...... A bird approached the sky, the sound stopped abruptly, blood sprayed, and the bird was inexplicably dismembered and fell down. But when they got close to the two of them, they were stirred up by the sword qi that shot everywhere, as if they had turned into flying ashes, and they were blown by the wind and disappeared.

Suddenly, Bai Xiaosheng's hands trembled slightly, his hands were intertwined, and his condensed body seemed to stand side by side with the lonely mountain peak, lonely and arrogant. "Reprimand!" With a soft drink in his mouth, Bai Xiaosheng's momentum became more and more solemn, and the whole person seemed to be merged with the mountain peak, pressing towards the wind.

Three steps in a row, each step leaving a deep footprint. The wind was clear, and his face was as pale as gold paper, and his lips showed a bright color. He looked at Bai Xiaosheng in surprise, stretched out his hand, and shot straight out like a sharp sword.

His sword was incomprehensible, as if he was lonely and arrogant, full of remorse and unwillingness, and his cloudy eyes were full of incomprehensible expressions.

"Grief is inexplicable!" Bai Xiaosheng's sword also came out, who did he dance for with sadness in his heart?

The swords of the two touched together, making a soft jingling sound, and at this moment the wind was quiet, the sky seemed to be quiet, and there was a birdsong in the distance. The next moment, with a bang, the two of them leaned back and took a few steps back.

On the hard bluestone, the footsteps of the two were neatly aligned, which was extremely dazzling.

Looking at his sword fingers, Feng Qingyang's expression became even more obscure, and suddenly, he let out a "wow" sound, and blood spurted from his mouth. Bai Xiaosheng was shocked, his body flashed over, supported Feng Qingyang, and exclaimed, "Uncle Fengtai, are you okay?"

Feng Qingyang smiled bitterly, his chest rose and fell violently, but the whole person looked extremely weak.

He looked at Bai Xiaosheng, with a look in his eyes, and said, "To be able to see a swordsman like you in my lifetime, the wind is clear and he dies without complaint." ”

Feng Qingyang is very old, and he had already said when he taught Ling Hu Chong - if this Dugu Nine Sword is not passed on to you, I am afraid that it will disappear forever in a few years. He already had a premonition that his life was near.

Today's competition greatly consumed his energy, and the last sword was integrated into his life. Kendo is life. That sword is the Mahayana work of his life, and it is also the foundation for him to break through the Dugu Nine Swords. Being able to wield this sword comforts him. And Bai Xiaosheng's sword made his heart even smoother. There are also people who can inherit kendo!

He died, and he was willing!

"Bai Xiaosheng, the way of the sword is humanity. The moment you pick up the sword and choose the sword, your life and death are the sword in your hand. Choosing to live is only the first step, only by not fearing death and having great courage can you step on the peak of kendo. I thought that I would never see such a person in my life, and I never thought that God would send you. yes, yes. Haha......"

In the long laughter, the wind passed away suddenly, making Bai Xiaosheng's heart rise with a faint sadness.

The "senior ......" held the wind Qingyang's arm tightly, and the stiff feeling made him feel unreal in his heart. He inevitably blamed himself a little, if it weren't for himself, Feng Lao would not have died like this. Just looked up and saw Feng Lao's dying smile, and he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth. A swordsman should die like this!

Very suddenly, he seemed to understand something, and when he reached out to grab it, he couldn't catch it.

As Feng Qingyang said, a swordsman, choosing to live, is just the beginning, only fearless death, can be brave and fearless. Such a person is a big husband, and he can set foot on the peak of kendo.

Bai Xiaosheng has this qiē, but does he really understand it?

There are many qualities that people will know and understand in the process of learning, but can you really understand them?

Life is like this, you have some things, but you don't realize it, only when the opportunity comes, you can suddenly wake up, it turns out that you have a lot, but also lack a lot. Life is the way of the sword!

"Feng Lao, don't worry, I will definitely set foot on a higher peak!"

Standing in front of the wind-blown tombstone, Bai Xiaosheng said this sentence quietly, and then turned around and left without the slightest hesitation. He grasped the void in his hand as if a sword had taken shape in his hand.

Just a glance, the hand is still empty. Perhaps, the sword is already in his heart, but others can't see it, and does he know it?