Chapter 18 Evil Resisting Swordsmanship VS Dugu Nine Swords
Huashan, thinking of the cliff.
A figure in green robes fluttered down like a big bird, standing in front of the cliff, with hands behind his back, long white beard fluttering in the wind. There was also a ghostly figure chasing after him, and stopped behind the green robe figure after a while.
"This junior has met Uncle Feng!"
Ning Que cupped his hands and saluted.
The green-robed figure slowly turned around, but it was an old man with a gloomy expression and a face like gold paper.
"You really know me!"
Feng Qingyang looked at the back seriously, feeling very complicated.
Since he lived in seclusion, he has been watching Huashan secretly.
Watching this younger generation become the head of Huashan with his own eyes, he was struggling to survive.
I thought that this generation of Huashan sect's head is just a generation with deep and impure thoughts, and it is difficult to lead the Huashan faction to rise again.
But unexpectedly, this junior has undergone tremendous changes in just three years.
Not only has his own martial arts skyrocketed, he has won titles such as the first person in the world, Huashan Sword God, etc., but also the reform of Huashan system has made Huashan faintly contend with Shaolin and Wudang in just three years.
There is no doubt that the current Huashan faction has already surpassed the Huashan faction before the split of Jian Qi.
"You have developed the Huashan School well in the past few years. I heard that you are known as the Huashan Sword God. Today, this old man is here to measure whether you can bear this title."
Feng Qingyang spoke lightly, and suddenly took out an iron sword.
"The younger generation has long wanted to see Uncle Feng, your Dugu Nine Swords!"
Ning Que's eyes flashed brightly, and with a shua sound, he also drew his sword.
Thinking over the cliff, the mountain wind is blowing, and a few green leaves are flying in the wind.
Suddenly, the wind moved, and when he raised his iron sword, fan-shaped sword shadows spread out in the void, one after another sword shadows were disappearing, and new sword shadows were being formed, as if playing slow motion.
White sword energy raged, like fog covering the Yangtze River, mountain winds were torn apart, flying green leaves were shredded, and the shadow of the sword that filled the entire field of vision enveloped Ning Que.
Ning Que moved in an instant, he stabbed out with a lightning sword, like a ghost flying through the air, his figure stopped in place, but a new figure flew out of his body, stabbing straight with the sword.
Clang!
The long swords clashed, and the fierce sound of the sword resounded through the Siguo Cliff. The strong airflow generated by the clash cut dense sword marks on the top of the Siguo Cliff, and the nearby boulders and vegetation were crushed one after another.
After the first confrontation, more intensive confrontations followed.
Feng Qingyang's superb swordsmanship is amazing, I saw his figure turning around, swiping his long sword casually, bringing up countless sword shadows of birth and death, overwhelming sword shadows, filling the entire top of Siguo Cliff.
Ning Que's swordsmanship is different from Feng Qingyang's. Every time he stabs with the sword, there are figures that cannot be distinguished from the real and the fake, and the figures hold the sword against the fan-shaped sword shadows.
Clang!
Clang clang!
clang clang clang...
The sound of clashing like a gust of wind and rain resounded through the entire Huashan Mountain, and the sky above Siguo Cliff was filled with overwhelming sword shadows and flickering figures.
The frenzied sword energy cut Siguoya into pieces, and all the flowers, plants and trees on Siguoya were smashed, and debris was flying all over the sky.
The people of the Huashan faction were alarmed, while Ningzhong led the Huashan people to the top of Siguo Cliff and saw the shocking scene of the confrontation.
Whether it is the fan-shaped sword shadows that are constantly growing and dying covering the top of the cliff, or the sword-holding figures filling every corner, they are incomprehensible existences.
Ning Zhong's reaction was normal, after all, she had seen Ning Que chop off the top of the pagoda with a sword in Shaolin Temple.
But Yue Lingshan, Shi Daizi, Gao Genming, Tao Jun, Ying Bailuo, Shu Qi and the Huashan disciples were a little dumbfounded. They also witnessed for the first time an almost magical confrontation scene.
"Young boy, be careful, I'm going to do my best!"
General formula!
Broken Sword Style!
Broken knife style!
Broken gun style!
Breaking the Whip!
Break the rope!
Broken palm pose!
Explosive style!
The power displayed by Dugu Nine Swords in Feng Qingyang's body is completely different from the power displayed in Linghu Chong's hands.
Feng Qingyang has already mastered the essence of Dugu Nine Swords. Dugu Nine Swords was originally a sword technique that uses static braking, strikes later and strikes first, and specifically attacks the weak points of the enemy's moves.
Each style of Dugu Nine Swords is originally only for one situation, for example, the broken arrow style is aimed at the situation of surrounding bows and arrows.
However, the Dugu Nine Swords in Feng Qingyang's hands has already surpassed the original barrier. Not only can it stop with static, but it can also stop static with movement, actively attack, forcing the enemy to reveal its flaws, and break it with another blow.
Moreover, Feng Qingyang can flexibly use every style of Dugu Nine Swords, and no longer stick to one situation.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang used all his strength to use the Dugu Nine Swords, and a scene similar to Wan Jian returning to the clan suddenly appeared in the void, and sword shadows appeared behind him in circles and layers, and then thousands of arrows were fired at once. Shoot Ning Que.
It's just one person, yet he has the aura of thousands of troops.
This is already an all-round strangulation without dead ends, and there is no need to pay attention to any flaws.
"Dugu Nine Swords is really extraordinary!"
Ning Que smiled calmly, his whole body flickered slightly, one turned into two, then two turned into four, four turned into eight, eight turned into sixteen... In an instant, the ground and sky of Siguoya were all his figure.
Clang clang clang clang clang...
Extremely dense and continuous strikes sounded, and there was a splash of sparks generated by the impact in the void, like thousands of trees and pear blossoms, and the scene was extremely gorgeous.
But the Huashan people didn't care to appreciate the magnificent scene, they backed away with bloodless faces, the confrontation in front of them was too frightening, the frantic airflow generated by the confrontation had the power to strangle everything, they had to stay away Far.
A quarter of an hour!
Two quarters of an hour!
Three quarters of an hour!
…
Sitting on the cliff, a swordsmanship confrontation that surpassed the rivers and lakes continued for a long time, and sparks flying like fireworks turned the night into day.
Then, after fighting for a long time, neither side could do anything to the other.
Feng Qingyang swayed the sword energy all over the mountains and plains to his heart's content, but Ning Que turned into endless figures to resist. The essence of Dugu Nine Swords and Evil Resisting Swordsmanship were vividly demonstrated by the two of them.
One is superb skills, and the other is as fast as a ghost!
In the end, no one can do anything to anyone!
Suddenly, Feng Qingyang retracted the iron sword, and the sword shadows all over the sky disappeared.
Seeing this, Ning Que also stopped urging the evil sword technique, and the figures gradually blurred until they disappeared.
"Young boy, I heard that you have comprehended the sword intent that has been lost for hundreds of years. Why don't you use it? Are you looking down on me, an old man?"
Feng Qingyang stared at Ning Que with burning eyes and said.
Ning Que smiled: "Since Uncle Feng wants to watch it, this junior will make a fool of himself."
A green and hazy sword shadow suddenly appeared behind Ning Que.
Shua!
The green and hazy sword shadow suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, the top of a sharp cliff hundreds of meters away from Siguo Cliff crashed down, sliding into the abyss below, and the sound echoed for a long time.
"Hiss!"
Everyone in Huashan looked at the falling cliff, and they all gasped.
They didn't see how Ning Que shot, but they heard the rumor that Ning Que cut off the top of the tower from a distance, so they knew that Ning Que must have cut off the cliff in front of them.
It's just what I heard... After seeing it with my own eyes, I still feel too shocked.
This kind of mighty power surpassed their knowledge of martial arts.
Feng Qingyang wiped his face, and a bloodstain appeared. He turned to look at the falling cliff, and his heart was no less shocked than Huashan people.
He has always thought that he has almost reached the peak of swordsmanship, and he has nowhere to go.
At this moment, after witnessing Ning Que cutting off the cliff in an instant, he realized that there is a new world beyond swordsmanship.
"Fine! You're fine!"
Feng Qingyang turned around again, took a deep look at Ning Que, gave a sigh of relief, and then performed lightness kung fu, leaping towards the cliff behind Siguo Cliff, and his figure gradually disappeared.
"I have defeated Feng Qingyang! I only have one opponent in this world, and the next one is up to you—Eastern Invincible! However, Songshan still needs to be resolved before we can fight you."
Ning Que didn't care about Feng Qingyang's departure, he stood on the cliff, first glanced in the direction of Heimu Cliff, and then turned his gaze in the direction of Songshan Mountain.
(end of this chapter)