I'm the best catcher in martial arts

The ones competing on Yuntai Peak were not Linghu Chong and Shen Lian, but Shen Lian and Feng Qingyang.

After a night of thinking, Feng Qingyang knew that the gap between the two was too big. Even if Shen Lian didn't use any special moves, they were still far beyond Linghu Chong's ability.

Shen Lian is a whetstone, but this whetstone is too heavy and can easily break the knife.

As for asking Shen Lian to restrain his energy, or slowly increase his strength based on Linghu Chong's performance, not to mention the difficulty involved, why should Shen Lian cooperate with Feng Qingyang?

What's the benefit of me cooperating with you?

Who would do something that is not beneficial?

Another point is that Feng Qingyang is worried that Shen Lian will discover some special secrets if he stays in Huashan for a long time.

That is Feng Qingyang's biggest secret, and also Huashan's biggest secret. In the entire Huashan Sect, only Feng Qingyang knows the inside story and must not leak it to the court.

If you drive people away directly, Shen Lian will catch the flaw.

When teaching martial arts last night, Feng Qingyang used Feng Siniang's words and knew that Shen Lian was extremely sharp and would be noticed by Shen Lian if he did anything unreasonable.

The only way Feng Qingyang could think of was to meet Shen Lian's request, have a discussion, and then send Shen Lian down the mountain to keep the secret that couldn't be told.

Feng Qingyang, who has lived in seclusion in Huashan for decades, decided to personally take action against the six door gods to catch Shen Lian.

No one will miss this great show.

Even Ku Mei, who was in retreat at Yunv Peak, reached Yuntai Peak with a dragon-head crutch. Of course she knew how powerful Feng Qingyang was, but she didn't know how powerful Feng Qingyang was now. This must be tested clearly.

No matter how bad-tempered or stubborn Ku Mei is, at least she understands one thing. The talents of Yunv Peak are withering, but she can stand on Huashan Mountain by relying on her peerless martial arts.

Her martial arts skills are stronger than those of the other three sect heads combined, and she can destroy the sect alone.

That's why she can be free until now.

So no one dares to provoke Jade Girl Peak.

It's different now.

There was an extra wind on her head.

If Feng Qingyang decides to do something, such as unifying the Huashan Sect for the Sword Sect, how should she resist?

Are you going to seek help from Bat Island?

Does she still want this old face?

She had to come and watch.

She wanted to see to what extent Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship had reached after so many years, and whether she could break her Qingfeng Thirteen Styles with the Dugu Nine Swords!

Shen Lian held Gu Wen in his hand, and he must not be careless when dealing with a senior expert like Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang held the Huashan standard sword in his hand.

The Huashan Sect's sword may not be the most beautiful among the major sword sects, but it is certainly the most well-proportioned.

To put it another way, the sword with the largest shipment volume from major blacksmiths and weapon shops in the world is the style of the Huashan sword, which can be said to be the template for the sword.

This kind of sword is suitable for most people. Even if there is a difference in height and arm length, unless it is a difference between dwarfism and gigantism, it will basically not be affected.

Shen Lian smiled and said: "Senior Feng, it is really an honor for me that you have decided to take action personally. However, I have something to say first, that is, it is difficult for me to control myself when my blood is boiling."

Feng Qingyang nodded: "My sword will help you control yourself. If you can't control yourself, then there is no need for the sword in my hand."

"In that case, please give me some advice, senior."

"You can take action now!"

The two stood opposite each other, about two feet apart. This distance could be said to be within reach at a moment's notice. For Shen Lian, who was holding a gun, he had a distance advantage.

is an advantage.

Advantages without any disadvantages.

From the perspective of weapons, Shen Lian has no disadvantage at all, and his physical strength is also an advantage.

The only disadvantage is that Feng Qingyang has lived in seclusion in Huashan for decades and is familiar with every plant and tree here.

In other words.

Shen Lian occupies the sky!

Feng Qingyang occupies a favorable location!

The weather is not as good as the right place, and the right place is not as good as the people!

If you want to win, you must

——Leverage your strengths and avoid your weaknesses!

Shen Lian stamped his feet fiercely on the ground, and his body rushed towards Feng Qingyang like a razor. Gu Wen shook out a spear flower the size of a bowl of sea, which in turn blossomed into thousands of winter plum blossoms.

Feng Qingyang's eyes narrowed slightly. Although the sword in his hand was not unsheathed, the sword energy spread for dozens of feet.

Every flower, every grass, every stone and every tree seemed to have turned into sword energy, like mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, covering all the acupoints on Shen Lian's body, leaving Shen Lian with nowhere to hide.

Since there is nowhere to hide, don't hide.

Since there is no danger to defend, then attack with attack.

Shen Lian looked up to the sky and let out a tiger's roar. The scorching energy and blood rose into the sky. The surrounding clouds were pushed away by the force. From the sea of ​​clouds at the top of Huashan Mountain, the sharp claws of the flying dragon were revealed.

"boom!"

Gu Wen saw meteors falling from the sky.

"Qiang!"

Feng Qingyang unsheathed his sword.

He had to draw his sword.

It is impossible to defeat Shen Lian without drawing his sword.

As long as he is even half a minute slower and falls into Shen Lian's rhythm, even if he can win in the end, half of his life will be consumed. How many years does he have left to live?

Life, death and longevity, how can he break it?

One sword can break through all kinds of magic, can it cut through time and space?

Unbreakable!

At least Feng Qingyang's sword can't break it!

His sword can only cut through the spear light!

With a light swing of the sword, it hit Shen Lian's point of force just right. The huge force of moving mountains and filling the sea instantly dissipated without a trace, and the three-foot spear exploded.

"boom!"

The force flew fiercely, the rocks cracked, and the sky was filled with smoke and dust.

Among the rubble in the sky, Shen Lian was like a wild beast, charging towards Feng Qingyang fiercely, ignoring Feng Qingyang's sword energy, and stabbed Feng Qingyang's chest with the spear point.

Attack against attack, life against life.

Feng Qingyang was in his eighties and Shen Lian was in his youth. It seemed that Shen Lian suffered a big loss, but the barrel of the gun was far longer than the sword, so Shen Lian clearly had the upper hand in the fight.

You can increase your length with sword energy, so don’t I have a spear light and a flying spear?

The nameless marksmanship - the flying wine glass!

There are no moves in the Dugu Nine Swords, so Shen Lian will not work hard on the moves. He will use his own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths. Shen Lian must grasp his own advantages.

What are Shen Lian’s advantages?

Being young and strong, healthy, full of energy, the length, strength and sharpness of the weapon, and even having a full lunch at lunch are all advantages.

When the small advantages are gathered together, it becomes the surging Yangtze River, which can destroy all obstacles!

Feng Qingyang swung his sword across, slashing at the five fingers of Shen Lian's right hand with the sword energy, but the sword tip was pointed upward. If Shen Lian continued to thrust, the five fingers of his right hand would fly around, his left shoulder would be pierced by the sword energy, and both arms would be destroyed at the same time.

People become better with age.

Feng Qingyang's decades of experience are indeed extraordinary. Even Shen Lian did not expect that someone could use this method to break the Yugu Feiji.

Putting both feet on the ground, exerting force on the waist and abdomen, Shen Lian's spine is like a big dragon. The whole body flies up in a spiral, Gu Wen circles around, falls from the sky, and splits the Huashan Mountain with force.

"clang!"

The gun and sword clashed with each other, overflowing with force. The muscles in Shen Lian's arms bulged high, and he struck Feng Qingyang again.

There are no changes in the moves, it's just the bombardment of blood and brute force. You have no moves, and I have no moves. You can break through ten thousand methods with one sword, and I can defeat them ten times with one force.

Shen Lian's eyes flashed with blood-red light, and the sound of a river flowing through his blood vessels came out. His whole body seemed like a volcano about to erupt, as strong as the clear wind. At this moment, he also felt shocked and a little bit excited.

Martial arts is achieved through fighting!

Feng Qingyang had lived in seclusion for too long, studied swordsmanship for too long, and had not fought with anyone for a long time.

Deep down, he longed to fight.

He was eager to test his vision through battle.

He longed to fight to relieve his depression.

He longs to fight to sound the death knell of life.

Please grant me death before I grow old!

How could the swordsman die of illness on his bed!

Originally, Feng Qingyang only wanted to compete, to break Shen Lian's spear skills and let Shen Lian go down the mountain. He didn't want to fight and only four or five moves aroused the blood in his body.

This is the blood of a swordsman.

Even if he is over eighty years old, the swordsman's blood will not cool down, it is still hot lava.

"Boy, look at the sword!"

"Senior, take the gun!"

The nameless marksmanship - swallowing thousands of miles with anger!

The howling wind came from the top of the mountain, and the sea of ​​clouds showed endless changes, just like the heavenly soldiers and generals beating the Kui Niu war drum, sending the warmest blessings to the God of War.

Shen Lian's moves are like crazy, like ordering troops on the battlefield, like a long river of water, like a volcano erupting, like a glacier collapsing, like a Kunlun avalanche, like the earth cracking.

mad!

fierce!

powerful!

The strong body is hidden in the sea of ​​clouds, like a flying dragon that can be big or small, can rise or hide.

Suddenly the blue dragon probes its claws, sometimes the flying dragon is in the sky, sometimes it shocks Baili, and sometimes the divine dragon wiggles its tail.

Everyone watching the battle was stunned.

Regardless of whether they majored in internal martial arts or swordsmanship, no matter which sect or sect in Huashan, they all felt the soul-stirring surging fighting spirit, and their hearts seemed to jump out of their chests.

This is the fighting spirit brought by Shen Lian, which makes people want to put down all shackles and fight heartily.

This is an impulse from life instinct, a fighting gene passed down from the slash-and-burn period.

There are no restraints, no shackles, only moves according to one's will, only the bursting and flowing blood.

The muscles and bones roar together, the tiger and the leopard thunder.

Every tremor of the muscles, every beat of the heart, every spurt of blood will burst out with the power of mountains and tsunamis, invincible and capable of overcoming obstacles with thousands of armies.

The sword in Feng Qingyang's hand can break all things.

When soldiers come, thousands of arrows will be fired; when water comes, the sword will cut off the flow; when fire comes, the sword will cut the chasm; when ice comes, the ice will be shattered into powder; even an avalanche thousands of miles away can cut open the way.

The skill of swordsmanship is so high, wonderful, fast, superb, brave and transcendent that Shen Lian has only seen in his life.

It seems that it is not a sword, but the brush in Wang Xizhi's hand. He holds the brush and uses it, which has been passed down through the ages. It is Zhang Sengyao's brush that adds the finishing touch to the sky.

It rises like a startling giant, falls like clouds, moves like a rabbit, and changes like flowing water. Water has no fixed momentum, and the sword has no fixed shape.

No matter how ferocious Shen Lian's moves are, no matter how violent Shen Lian's attacks are, with a single wave of the sword, the clouds will clear and the mist will disappear, and the mountain-moving power will be invisible.

Linghu Chong was overjoyed to see this.

He was new to learning Dugu Nine Swords. He only memorized the mental formulas and had a very shallow understanding of the principles of swordsmanship.

Seeing Shen Lian pull out the gun, he knew that if the two of them had a one-on-one life-and-death duel, they would be shot through the heart in one move.

Seeing Feng Qingyang draw his sword, he realized that everything has its ultimate point. As long as you find that point and push it gently, you can crack a huge mountain.

Feng Qingyang's sword is just like his name. It is clear in the breeze and is not stained by dust, so there will naturally be no traces.

The sword has no trace, no trace to be found.

He did not use the Dugu Nine Swords, or rather he only used sword principles. He did not use the sword without any moves, and occasionally used the basic sword styles of Huashan Sword Technique.

Every move made has form and quality.

Every sword falls without leaving a trace.

The more Linghu Chong watched, the more excited he became. When he saw the wonderful things, he scratched his head with joy.

Compared to Linghu Chong's excitement, Ku Mei's face was as cold and hard as stone. Her left hand was already disabled, and blue veins could be faintly seen in her right hand holding the dragon-head crutch.

It was obvious that this Tie Xiangu, who was well-known in the world, was already in a state of confusion.

"This junior created his own thirteen-stroke marksmanship. Now he has used twelve of them, and there is only one left. I would like to ask Senior Feng to taste it and give me some pointers!"

Before he finished speaking, Gu Wen disappeared like a magic trick, and flew up in the air in an instant, piercing the bright spear light like a dragnet, leaving nowhere to escape in the sky and on the earth.

The nameless marksmanship - the long tassel binds the blue dragon in the hand!

Feng Qingyang was surprised. This move seemed to be done in the spear-breaking style or the arrow-breaking style, but no matter which method was used, the spear light would pierce the body.

Unable to crack!

At least Linghu Chong didn't know how to crack it.

Can Feng Qingyang crack this trick?

sure!

The Dugu Nine Swordsmanship can be won without any move. You need to grasp the inspiration of heaven and earth when making a move. It is a spiritual swordsmanship, a living swordsmanship, rather than a rigorous mathematical formula.

If when making a move, you are thinking about whether you should use the spear-breaking style or the arrow-breaking style, wouldn't you have traces of the move in your heart? How can we say that there is no way to win but there are ways to win?

There is no move or style, only one sword!

One sword breaks all laws!

The sword drew a beautiful arc, grazed the barrel of the gun and pointed towards Shen Lian's chest. This sword had blocked all the back moves, and all changes in marksmanship had been locked.

Go in, the sword pierces the chest!

Retreat, Huashan cliff!

There is no way to heaven and no way to earth.

Even Feng Siniang, who wanted to draw her sword to help, couldn't help but fall in love with Feng Qingyang's clever move.

This move is so beautiful, so perfect that it makes people want to be intoxicated. Jian Zong's Feng Buping is completely addicted to it, and his eyes seem to pop out of his sockets.

Shen Lian's gun is locked!

How could Shen Lian's gun be locked!

The Dugu Nine Swords are alive, but the Wuming Marksmanship is dead? Since it is a living marksmanship, since it is a living marksmanship, how can it be locked?

Nothing can lock life, because life can always unlock its shackles.

There was only an explosion and roar, and Shen Lian was blasted to the mountain wall by the sword energy. Sword marks were left on his chest, and blood flowed out. His non-attack turned into a scratching hook, tightly locking the raised boulder to prevent Shen Lian from falling off. Fall down.

Gu Wen was stuck diagonally on the mountain wall, sinking more than four feet deep into the mountain wall, and the tail of the gun kept trembling.

The sword in Feng Qingyang's hand turned into pieces, the tiger's mouth was cracked by the force, and his face was slightly pale.

What happened?

What just happened?

What kind of marksmanship did Shen Lian use?

Why was Feng Qingyang's sword blown into pieces?

No one knows what's going on!

Kumei, who couldn’t take his eyes off him, didn’t know!

Feng Buping, whose eyes widened, didn’t know!

Yue Buqun, whose palms were sweating, didn't know!

Linghu Chong, who was scratching his head with joy, didn't know!

Even Feng Siniang, who was most concerned about Shen Lian's safety and wanted to use her sword to save the siege, also didn't know.

Feng Siniang had many questions in her mind.

She didn't know how Shen Lian used the gun, nor did she know why Feng Qingyang tested her last night.

I don't even know why Feng Qingyang changed his mind in just one night. He didn't want to have a duel with Shen Lian, but wanted to send Shen Lian away as soon as possible.

What secrets does Huashan hide?

Feng Qingyang has been in Huashan for so many years. Is it really the Huashan sect that he is willing to protect?

Feng Siniang was thinking about this issue, and Shen Lian was also thinking about it. During the competition, he concentrated on it, and after the competition, reason occupied the high ground in his brain.

"boom!"

Shen Lian fell to the ground.

Although the body was dripping with blood, it was just a flesh wound, and the muscles contracted and tightened. When it fell back to the ground, the bleeding had been stopped.

"Thank you, Senior Feng, for your advice."

"What was the last trick you used?"

"This junior created thirteen marksmanship moves of his own, but these thirteen marksmanship marksmanship is not the limit. Just now, under the pressure of Senior Feng, the junior created fourteen moves on the battlefield."

"What's the name of this marksmanship?"

"The marksmanship you just locked on me, I used it to get out of the blockade, because I feel that everything cannot be locked up forever, and there is a glimmer of hope.

Flowers and birds have the life of flowers and birds, fish and insects have the life of fish and insects, and marksmanship has the life of marksmanship.

The eagle strikes the sky, and the fish flies to the shallow bottom.

My name is

——All types of frost compete for freedom! "