Huashan School Yunv Peak, Siguoya Peak, at this time, the rocks on the peak exploded and the grass and trees were broken. This was caused by the fierce energy of the battle between the two masters.
At this time, Feng Qingyang, who was in a world of gentle breeze and drizzle, looked at the junior in front of him with a complicated expression.
He already understood that this young man wanted to break through and consolidate his realm by competing with him, but he did not expect that this junior would be so courageous.
His body was slashed by his sword many times, which was extremely dangerous. During the sword duel with him, he still thought about breaking through and mastering the sword. It was simply a shameless thing, but he had to admire this young man's understanding and courage.
As a modern urban youth, an ordinary member of all living beings, even Xu Zifan himself may not know that his current achievements and profound skills may not only be due to the blue exotic stone.
Maybe it's because of his superior understanding of martial arts, or maybe it's because of other reasons.
Purple mist surges, and the sea of swords is boundless. At this time, Xu Zifan is in the center of the sea of swords. Ten thousand swords are evolving. He is performing his own way of swordsmanship. Ten thousand swords burst out, merge and merge, and all kinds of sword lights merge. Xu Zifan becomes a sea of sword lights.
He wants to become the transcendent "one" from the origin.
At this moment, he was creating his own way of swordsmanship, with countless sword lights flying and endless purple mist surrounding him.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Feng Qingyang looked at it solemnly, feeling extremely shocked.
The breeze blows slowly, the drizzle falls, and a sad world wraps up. The heaven and earth mourn, and all souls shed tears.
At this time, Feng Qingyang showed off his most powerful swordsmanship, which was mysterious and terrifying. Every wisp of soft wind was like the sword intention of Dugu Nine Swords that destroyed all the martial arts in the world. Every drop of rain,
It is a sad sword light. This sword light affects the mood of living beings, making people feel sad and inexplicable. It is also extremely terrifying, killing people unconsciously.
The sword sea shrouded in purple mist is wrapped in this sad world, and the sword light is vast, rising and falling in the purple mist.
At this time, Xu Zifan was in the middle of the Purple Mist Sword Sea, wrapped in heavy fog and surrounded by sword light, like a big cocoon, transforming and sublimating.
The breeze blows slowly, the sword light recedes, the drizzle passes by, and the purple mist dissipates.
The Purple Mist Sword Sea is being moistened, washed, and oppressed, and its coverage area is getting smaller and smaller, but within it, the purple mist is thicker and the sword light is denser and faster.
The sparring match with Feng Qingyang was Xu Zifan's most difficult battle since his debut. None of the opponents he encountered during his travels in the past could pose a substantial threat to him. Only Feng Qingyang was able to break through his Zixia magical body protection.
The sword light struck his body, and Feng Qingyang was indeed a master of swordsmanship, extremely powerful.
At this time, Xu Zifan became more and more courageous as he fought, his eyes became brighter and more captivating, the purple energy around him became more and more intense, and the sword light became more swift.
At this time, he did not rely on extreme speed to escape from this special world. He allowed the world to mourn, the breeze to blow, and the drizzle to wash away. He wanted to understand his own way under this extreme danger and oppression.
The purple sea of mist is getting thicker and thicker, as if it is turning into substance. The sword light inside is being compressed, becoming more dense and fast, like light and electricity.
Gradually, the speed of this sad world oppressing the Purple Mist Sword Sea became slower and slower, and even for a moment, the breeze dissipated and the drizzle broke.
"What an astonishing young man! I never expected that there would be such a genius in this world!" Feng Qingyang looked at the sea of purple mist swords and sighed deeply.
On the mountainside of Jade Girl Peak in Huashan Mountain, there are many pavilions and pavilions. There is a large martial arts performance field in front. Yue Buqun is performing swordplay in the field. Ning Zhong is also patiently teaching several of his female disciples, while Linghu Chong and many other disciples are serious
Observe and learn.
Suddenly, Yue Buqun stopped holding the sword in his hand and looked up at the top of Jade Girl Peak, thinking about the direction of the cliff. At this time, Feng Qingyang was showing off his sword skills. There was a clear breeze blowing and drizzle in the sky and earth a hundred meters around him.
Inexplicably sad.
Although he was far away from the mountains and shrouded in clouds and mist, Yue Buqun still felt an inexplicable force vibrating in the direction of Siguo Cliff. That kind of force was terrifying, something he had never seen or heard before.
"That's where Zifan went. What happened?"
Yue Buqun frowned, very puzzled and worried.
"There are still masters in the world who can threaten Zifan? Could it be that Heimu Ya who came to Huashan in person? Maybe Zifan is practicing again and has made a breakthrough? That shouldn't be the case! We just met him!"
"Everyone, stop, pick up your weapons and follow me!" Yue Buqun shouted, then he put on his own sword and walked towards Siguo Cliff first.
No matter what happens there, the hope of Huashan's revival and his most promising disciples are there, and he must go.
"Senior brother, what happened?" Ning Zhong was puzzled and asked as he walked.
"Zifan is over there, there may be danger!" Yue Buqun was not sure what happened at this time, so he could only say vaguely.
After thinking for a while, Yue Buqun added: "Junior sister, if there is any danger, you should lead Shan'er and the disciples to retreat first!"
When Ning Zhong heard what Yue Buqun said, he immediately realized the seriousness of the problem. He looked at Yue Buqun with a solemn expression and said, "I listen to my senior brother. If there is danger, I will evacuate Shan'er and the disciples to
Once we are in a safe place, we will come back and fight back the enemy together with my senior brother!"
Yue Buqun knew very well that Ning Zhong was soft on the outside and strong on the inside. At the same time, he acted decisively without procrastination, and the things he decided would not change. However, he still couldn't help but said: "Nonsense, Zifan is very powerful. As long as I am by your side, you can do it."
Just take Shan'er and the disciples away, and don't come back. If there's something we can deal with, it's useless for you to come. If there's something we can't deal with, it's useless for you to come!"
Seeing that Ning Zhongze wanted to say more, Yue Buqun couldn't help but shake his head and said: "Okay, let me arrange it later, maybe it's not a bad thing!"
Thousands of swords raised the Tao, and under the pressure of the surrounding inexplicable heaven and earth, the thick purple mist seemed to turn into substance. The sword light was like lightning, or it roared horizontally, or it was mysterious and empty, or it was steaming with awe-inspiring energy.
Gradually, the Purple Mist Sword Sea began to adapt to the erosion of the surrounding drizzle. It was absorbing, assimilating, or resisting, and slowly gained defensive power. This surprising change was amazing.
"What a great junior!" Feng Qingyang could only sigh at this time, and was very surprised by Xu Zifan's understanding.
"boom"
The Purple Mist Sword Sea was blazing with light, and Xu Zifan's eyes became brighter and brighter. He realized something. The various sword techniques he had learned and seen were merging and blending into one.
In particular, he had a deep understanding of how to resist this inexplicable force. Similarly, he was also creating his own kendo. Feng Qingyang's kendo opened a door for him, which expanded his horizons and realized
It is of great significance that the path of martial arts can still go like this.
The purple mist that is about to turn into reality is thick and dense, flowing according to some inexplicable trajectory, dissipating the breeze, resisting and assimilating the inexplicable sadness between heaven and earth.
The same was true for the unpredictable sword light, which was like light and electricity. It blocked the drizzle and dispersed together with the terrible and beautiful raindrops. There were also some sword lights that broke through the drizzle and passed through.
Xu Zifan clearly understood that Ten Thousand Swords cultivated the Tao, and was evolving the secret of Ten Thousand Swords. At the same time, he was absorbing the principles of Ten Thousand Swords, integrating the magic of Zixia, and smelting it into his own sword way and becoming his own power.
At this time, his eyes were even more blazing, and the purple cloud in his body turned into substance, protecting his body unparalleled, adding sword light, and the sword light in his hand was sharp and invincible, swallowing everything, like lightning and illusion, extremely terrifying.
The Zixia sword light merges into one, it is extremely sharp, it destroys all obstacles, it is unpredictable, and it is unparalleled in the world.
At this time, Xu Zifan's whole body seemed to have turned into a world, a separate heaven and earth. In this world, the sky was filled with purple mist, stretching, as if it had turned into substance, connecting the sky and the earth.
And in this extremely dense purple mist, a ray of bright starlight occasionally flashed across, dazzling, touching, and fleeting.
"boom"
This area is boiling, and the two worlds are at war, trying to decide who will win or lose.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang took in a breath of air. Is this junior still a human being? It is simply a crime.
He has been practicing swordsmanship all his life. He has been the most outstanding talent in the sword sect since he was young. He is well versed in the way of swordsmanship. Later, he accidentally learned the peerless martial arts Dugu Nine Swords. He became even more invincible, not to mention invincible in the world.
Later, relatives and friends around him killed each other, and he himself was conspired and plotted, and his heart was extremely miserable. Under this situation, he hid in the world for decades. In recent years, his state of mind and his swordsmanship have become one and sublimated, and he finally realized the truth.
Your own way of swordsmanship.
Looking at the junior in front of him, has he realized his own way of swordsmanship? It is simply unbelievable. Although he kept looking up at this junior, he finally realized that he had underestimated him.
"Look over there, look over there!"
At this moment, someone shouted, and then a group of people came and stopped more than 300 meters away. It was Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze and other disciples who came over.
At this time, everyone saw an old man in a green robe with white hair and a white beard in front of him. His body seemed to be integrated with the heaven and earth, and his breath was misty. Within a hundred meters around him, there was a gentle breeze and drizzle. The hundred meters around him were filled with unpredictable breath.
Too timid to approach.
What's even more special is that the old man is staring at a purple mist with a radius of about ten meters in the hundred-meter sky and earth. It seems that there is also a world there, mysterious and unpredictable.
"Dad, is this a monster?" Yue Linshan looked at the vision in front of her, her eyes widened, and a look of fear appeared on her face.
The unknown is always scary. At this time, all the disciples except Linghu Chong were silent. They were obviously shocked and frightened to the extreme.
Linghu Chong, among the many disciples, is considered to be far ahead in terms of martial arts knowledge. Now his internal strength has reached the level of a second-rate master. His swordsmanship is also unique, far beyond that of his contemporaries. He is considered to be a talented person with extremely good bones.
Although Linghu Chong could not understand the situation in front of him at this time, he could still vaguely feel that it was not a ghost, but two super masters dueling.
Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze ignored the fear and confusion of the disciples. At this time, they were staring closely at the old man in green robes with white hair and white beard in front of them, with complicated and shocked expressions.
This chapter has been completed!