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Feng Qingyang frowned slightly, and muttered after a while.

"It's a pity. Although your sword is fast, it is also fierce enough. It has the sword intent of Dugu Nine Swords, but it is too domineering, a little less restrained, and too fierce."

"If you are given time to settle your sword intent, you will beat this old man!"

Feng Qingyang didn't know if he was hallucinating.

It's just that I feel a little scared in that boy's body.

This fear is a fear of being overtaken.

Maybe it's because people are getting older, and they will always become less courageous.

Feng Qingyang knew that there would always be someone who surpassed him.

But on this young man, he could feel a lot of pressure.

Because the boy will surpass him in a short time.

Feng Qingyang shook his head slightly, then turned to look at the second boulder.

There is also a line of small characters engraved on the second boulder.

[Ziwei soft sword, used before the age of 30, it is ominous to accidentally injure a righteous man, it is abandoned in the deep valley, this sword has been abandoned in the deep valley, so it is not in the sword tomb, represented by a stone piece. 】

There is no sword on the second boulder, only a sword slot.

However, like the first boulder, there is a sword spirit between the lines.

And this sword aura is different from the sword aura on the first boulder just now.

Just when Feng Qingyang was puzzled, that figure suddenly appeared in front of him again.

However, the boy's appearance has changed into that of a young man, probably in his 20s.

The sword in his hand also changed from a sharp sword to a soft sword.

Seeing the soft sword in the shadow's hand, Feng Qingyang roughly guessed who the shadow was.

But what was different from just now was that the aura emanating from this young man made people shudder.

At the same time, Feng Qingyang also felt a kind of loneliness in him.

Feng Qingyang looked at the figure carefully, and stabilized his breathing.

And when he took half a breath, that figure suddenly drew out his sword.

It was still fierce sword energy, but the sword in his hand was no longer as easy to guess as before.

It seems that there are countless possibilities for this sword, and it is completely impossible to guess where his sword will stab.

Obviously there was only one figure and only one soft sword, but Feng Qingyang felt as if he was besieged by countless people.

Although there was only one sword that pierced his body, this sword had changed too much.

Shadow's sword is still fast.

Feng Qingyang didn't dare to be negligent, he also raised his arms and performed the broken sword style in Dugu Nine Swords.

Dugu Nine Swords used fast to strike fast, and it was obvious that Feng Qingyang's sword was faster and more experienced.

Obviously it was the shadow that drew the sword first, and it was obvious that the soft sword in the shadow's hand went around his throat, but at this moment the branch of the wind and the breeze had already pierced the shadow's heart.

After this sword, the shadow dissipated again.

Feng Qingyang stood in front of the boulder, and after a long time of contemplation, he suddenly sighed.

"Your sword has become faster."

"Although you lost, it was only due to experience!"

"I've seen through your moves."

"Although your sword is faster, more ruthless, and weirder, it is still a sword with tricks."

"And the highest level of swordsmanship is to win without moves."

"Thinking about sword moves, you are doomed to be slower!"

Chapter 77

Shaking his head, Feng Qingyang couldn't help cursing secretly.

If this shadow is Dugu Qiubai's realm in different periods, then he has progressed too fast!

In ten years, he has already advanced to this level, which is truly terrifying.

Feng Qingyang shook his head slightly, turned around and came to the third boulder, this time when looking at the boulder, Feng Qingyang was a little hesitant, hesitating whether to focus on that line of small characters.

There are words on every boulder here.

Every boulder bears the sword intent and sword energy of Dugu Qiubai.

A word is a sword.

A sword is a realm.

After a while, Feng Qingyang set his sights on the third boulder, and this time there was a giant sword stuck in it.

This gigantic sword has not even started yet, but a sword without a sharp edge is even more frightening.

【Xuan Tie Heavy Sword: The epee has no front, great skill and no work. 】

Feng Qingyang pulled out the black iron epee, and felt the weight of the sword in an instant.

The appearance is black and swarthy, the sword body is three feet long and weighs ninety-nine and eighty-one kilograms. Both sides of the sword are blunt, and the tip of the sword is round like a hemisphere.

Feng Qingyang simply waved it twice, and he heard the wind become a little heavier.

Immediately after carefully pondering the small characters on the boulder, the same shadow as before appeared after a while.

This time the shadow appeared a little more mature, with more calm and domineering eyes.

Just a back view, there is a daunting feeling.

As if standing in front of him is a high mountain, standing in front of him, all you need to do is look up.

Shadow gradually came back to his senses, the same familiar gaze, but now the gaze has become very calm.

Just like this sword, it has less sharpness and more stability.

This time it was still the shadow who drew the sword.

Without the fancy moves just now, without the weird change just now.

Just an ordinary straight stab.

Both of them had dark iron epees in their hands, but the straight thrust of the sword put Feng Qingyang under a lot of pressure.

Feng Qingyang only felt as if he was standing in the middle of the vast ocean, facing huge waves hundreds of feet high.

The huge waves come one after another, without end.

He stood in the huge waves waiting to be submerged by the tide-like sword intent.

The sword move is very simple, but the sword energy is as majestic as the sea, and the sword intent is endless.

Feng Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly, put his arms around his beard, pulled himself together, also raised the black iron epee, and stabbed the shadow's epee head-on.

In an instant, a strong wind blew around the sword mound, the moon dimmed, the trees bowed, the grass crawled, and the beasts retreated.

When Feng Qingyang's sword stabbed Shadow's sword, there was no victory or defeat.

Some are just a tide of loneliness.

"Is this Dugu seeking defeat?"

"Your sword has won all the swordsmen in the world, but failed to win your lonely heart!"

"There is no stronger swordsman than you to cut off your loneliness."

With this sword strike, Feng Qingyang understood the loneliness in Dugu Qiubai's sword intention, like a person who is sailing in the sea at night, not knowing whether he is advancing or retreating, and when he will see the shore.

Despite the ups and downs of the sea, it is still lonely.

Feng Qingyang came to the fourth boulder.

There is still a sword stuck on the boulder, and there is still a line of small characters engraved on it.

[After the age of 40, don't stick to things, plants, trees, bamboo and stones can all be swords. 】

The sword aura on the small characters is faintly visible, but it is fierce and full of murderous aura.

Feng Qingyang frowned, thinking that he had seen this kind of sword energy before.

The wooden sword could not be pulled out, because the wooden sword had sprouted and took root on the boulder. It seemed that it was no longer a sword, but a vibrant sapling.

What Feng Qingyang saw this time was not the shadow holding the sword.

That figure was standing on the boulder, looking up at the sky, wondering what he was thinking.

Feng Qingyang stood behind the figure and heard a sigh for a long time.

"Hey...."

With just a sigh, the shadow disappeared.

Feng Qingyang did not fight with Shadow again.

And the shadow did not continue to appear.

Feng Qingyang sat on the boulder, feeling very confused in his mind.

This sigh seems to be a kind of weakness, it seems to be a kind of loneliness, but it is more like a problem.

"Manpower is exhausted, what about swordsmanship?"

This sitting is three days.

Every time he thinks of Dugu Qiubai's sigh, Feng Qingyang has a very familiar feeling.

When thinking about the ultimate of swordsmanship, I always feel that the answer is in front of me, but I can't think of what it is.

Just three days later.

Feng Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes, then looked at the full moon in the sky, suddenly stretched out his fingers and slashed at the side, and the bamboo forest a hundred feet away by his side instantly bent over.

With a turn of the finger, the bamboo forest returned to its usual appearance, but the wind suddenly picked up and rolled up endless fallen leaves.

Feng Qingyang put away his fingers, stood up and looked up at the full moon in the sky, thoughtfully.

When the fallen leaves fell to the ground again, Feng Qingyang recalled the red leaves on the streets of Qixia Town, and nodded slowly.

"So it is!"

"Mr. Xiao, thank you for your advice!"

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At the entrance of Tongfu Inn in Qixia Town, there were a lot of horses and carriages parked as usual.

The people in the inn also sat downstairs drinking and gossiping as usual, and then waited for Xiao Xuan to go downstairs.

"There are a lot of people looking for Mr. Xiao these days!"

"Isn't it because of Mr. Xiao's fortune-telling?"

"Do you know Mr. Lei from Zuojiazhuang? He said he wanted to be famous, so he asked Mr. Xiao to make a fortune, only spent ten taels of silver, and now he has become a famous person in Zuojiazhuang!"

"Master Lei? I've heard of this. The Zuojiazhuang has a perfect access to the sewers!"

"Poke the sewer? This must be due to the lack of Guajin, but it can be regarded as a leader, but if he gives Mr. Xiao more money, I'm afraid he will be better off than he is now!"

"It has nothing to do with silver, do you still remember the monk Xu Zhu who came before? They didn't give him money, but Mr. Xiao still made a fortune for him. Guess what's going on now?"

"what happened?"

"He has inherited Wu Yazi's 70-year skill from the Xiaoyao School, and he has directly entered the ranks of third-rank warriors. Even Ding Chunqiu is no match for him now!"

"So powerful?! Isn't Ding Chunqiu the head of the Xingxiu School? This little monk has become so powerful?"

"Then you see, Mr. Xiao just said to give him a fortune, and the result? This is like a fish jumping into a dragon's gate, and one step to immortality!"

"Oh, it's a pity, Mr. Xiao only fortune-telling to those who are destined, otherwise I would also like to ask him to fortune-telling."