The heavens start with letting the bullets fly

Chapter 77 Fighting Dugu Nine Swords

"it is good!"

Chen Zhao was waiting for these words, and immediately took off the sword from his waist, held it in both hands, and brought it to Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang was slightly taken aback: "Give me your sword, what about you?"

"Uncle Feng, our kung fu has been practiced to the depths, and flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people. The world only thinks that the Huashan School is good at swordsmanship, so they underestimate us. The younger generation has made great achievements in internal skills. In fact, there is not much difference." Chen Zhao said with a smile.

Feng Qingyang paused when he heard the words, smiled coldly, took the long sword, and said in his mouth: "You are known as the 'Junzi Sword' in the Jianghu. I thought you were a modest gentleman, but I didn't expect you to be so frivolous?"

"Uncle Feng, over the past 20 years, the talents of the Huashan School have withered and are in jeopardy. The younger generation has struggled to hold on to the situation. In order not to destroy the Huashan School, of course we must make good friends and get a "gentleman's sword". It's all about being cautious, the younger generation and my wife can't just ignore the world and just live in seclusion."

Chen Zhao's tone remained calm.

Feng Qingyang snorted coldly again and again.

He is also an old Jianghu, proficient in the Dugu Nine Swords, and is naturally an extremely smart person, of course he can hear the gun and stick in Yue Buqun's mouth in front of him.

He also understood in his heart that the Yue Buqun in front of him had practiced Zixia's supernatural powers, and his inner strength was unfathomable. He said that he could hurt people by flying flowers and picking leaves, which was not bad at all.

The fate of the big rock next to it is proof.

What he meant by saying this was that he wanted Feng Qingyang to fight him quickly.

If he is the head of the Huashan School of Qi School, with his internal strength and supernatural powers, he can defeat the Dugu Nine Swords that dominated the Jianghu in the past by the predecessors of the Sword School, it will be enough to establish the Huashan School of Qi School's principle of "controlling the sword with Qi".

Those disciples who are not worried, even if they follow Dugu Nine Swords, they will not have the problem of collapse of faith.

After all, no matter how powerful the Dugu Nine Swords are, they can't defeat the master's "Internal Power to the Mysterious"!
"This kid is really cunning, he saw through the old man's desire to find an heir for the "Dugu Nine Swords".

He also saw through that Linghu Chong was a good seed to learn "Dugu Nine Swords".

So I put on a show on this Siguo Cliff just to attract myself. "

For a moment, Feng Qingyang was thinking a lot.

Finally said: "Since that's the case, then you make a move!"

"Okay, Uncle Feng, this junior will offend you!" As soon as Chen Zhao finished speaking, he immediately took a step forward and punched him.

Immediately, the fist was powerful and powerful.

And the moment he made a move, Feng Qingyang swung his long sword, and instantly changed from a bad old man to a grand master of Yuan Tingyue Zhi.

Chen Zhao's fists and feet brought wind, and palms brought thunder. When he spread out, there were really gusts of wind and thunder. Ning Zhong, who was oppressed by gusts of wind, retreated step by step with his disciples.

And Feng Qingyang relied on a long sword in his hand to block left and right, and swung it as he wished.

He didn't move his feet, and his right hand was so fast that he could hardly see it, only the sword lights flickering around him.

If there are great masters by his side, he may be able to see that every blow of Feng Qingyang's sword is the flaw of Chen Zhaodi's moves. Although his feet are not moving, the sword is extremely fierce.

It seemed that if there was even a little hesitation, he would be restrained by Chen Zhao's inner strength.

Probably because Chen Zhao's strength was too great, if Feng Qingyang made a slight mistake, Chen Zhao would break through and enter his defense.

But even so, Chen Zhao was still able to handle it with ease, and repeatedly praised: "Uncle Feng's Dugu Nine Swords is really amazing! It's a pity that you lack internal strength. Even if you have a deep understanding of the Qi-shattering style, you can't restrain me!"

"Master Feng, I believe that the Dugu Nine Swords can break through all the moves in the world, but a long sword can break through 1 yuan bricks, but it cannot break through a city wall made of 1 yuan bricks."

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Chen Zhao chatted and laughed happily. After a meal of kung fu, he suddenly jumped out of the circle, floated back a few feet away, and laughed loudly: "Happy! Happy! Uncle Feng can stop me from using [-]% power for such a long time. Defeat is also considered rare, and the Dugu Nine Swords are well-known in the world, it is indeed true!"

He hit as soon as he said, and stopped as soon as he said, he really did it with ease and calmly.

On the other hand, Feng Qingyang's face, which looked like gold paper, was already flushed with sweat, and he was holding on to the mountain wall and gasping for air.

"If the old man is 30 years younger, how can you be proud of it!" The old man snorted coldly.

Chen Zhao didn't take it seriously, and said: "Uncle Feng is 30 years old, so he may not have such a deep understanding of Dugu Nine Swords! But then again, if Uncle Feng is 30 years younger, and his physique and energy are at their peak, you I still have a battle, what a pity..."

"What's the pity? It's a pity that I don't have any disciples to teach me?" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly.

At this time, Chen Zhao said with a smile: "Uncle Feng is hiding in the back mountain and cannot come out, but he is protecting Huashan secretly. I know it. In the past 20 years, the Demon Cult has tested the Huashan faction five times, and they all died in the valley. It was Uncle Feng who did it secretly, allowing us Huashan to spend the weakest time, such a high-spirited and bright festival, please be respected by the younger generation!"

After finishing speaking, he bowed to Feng Qingyang and saluted.

"Hmph! Young people have lots of bad ideas." Feng Qingyang snorted coldly: "Since you are grateful to me, why do you still fight me?"

"Master Feng's Nine Swords of Dugu was so powerful in the world, it was so famous that it can be said to be invincible all over the world, but the younger generation has never seen it before, so I can't help but want to fight with my uncle." Chen Zhao laughed.

"I'm old and I'm no match for you. You only need to fight for one more meal, and I will lose my strength and die. Without me, the Sword Sect, how can you, the Qi Sect, sit back and relax?"

Feng Qingyang waved his hand and said.

In fact, he is also very passionate, and he doesn't care about the sword sect and Qi sect. However, when the Huashan faction was fighting among the sword qi, he was tricked by the Qi sect to go to a foreign country to get married. .Later, he returned to the Huashan School to compete with the Qizong masters, but he was defeated in the end, so he could only leave Huashan sadly.

Later, by chance, he obtained the Dugu Nine Swords, and then traveled around the world with the sword, interacting with the leaders of Shaolin and Wudang. However, after he achieved great success in swordsmanship, the original Qibong master passed away and Yue Buqun took over as the master.

No matter how unbearable Feng Qingyang is, he can't compete with the younger generation for the headship, right?

Even if he wins the position of head, the depression in his heart will not be resolved, and he will still be ridiculed by the world.

Therefore, Feng Qingyang was disheartened and lived in seclusion in the mountains behind the cliff, vowing never to get involved in the disputes between rivers and lakes.

But people's hearts are fleshy, he is a generous person who is generous with money, and he is a man who is generous and heroic. He has a hundred dislikes for a man like Yue Buqun who is serious and serious.

But he himself became depressed and lonely, immersed in endless regret and self-blame. The rigorous and upright Yue Buqun was the burden to support Huashan Zhongxing. Among the rivers and lakes.

No matter how rebellious he was, he knew in his heart that even if Yue Buqun had no credit, he would have worked hard, so he killed many tempters with malicious intentions for him, otherwise, when Yue Buqun and the Huashan faction were weakest, A Shaanxi branch of the Devil's Cult can get rid of it.

But he is Feng Qingyang after all, even if his heart softens, he refuses to soften his mouth.

(End of this chapter)