Fakong could see clearly with his clear eyes that there were already more than a hundred people in the corridor on the lake, either waving folding fans and talking loudly, or holding a pot of wine in their hands and taking a sip from time to time, looking cool and unrestrained.

At this time, a bright moon hung high in the night sky.

The clear light spreads all over the sky.

A bright moon in the lake swayed gently, faintly visible.

Fakong and Li Er stood on the bow of the boat. The night wind was mixed with moisture and blew refreshingly on their faces.

The lake water lapped at the boat gently, and the rushing sound reached my ears, giving me an inexplicable sense of tranquility and profoundness.

Li Er, who had been talking non-stop, stopped talking at this time and was immersed in the distant and quiet night.

"Zheng——!" Suddenly, a guzheng sounded suddenly, breaking the tranquility of the night sky.

"Zhengzhengzhengzheng——!" The iron horse rushed towards me, sudden and violent.

A white shadow suddenly rose into the sky from a painting boat in the distance, swaying upwards, as if it was about to rush towards the bright moon in the sky.

Reaching a height of more than a hundred meters, the white shadow exhausted its power, and the figure appeared, but it was a graceful and graceful woman in white.

She began to fall.

At this time, the sound of the guzheng was low and clear.

She opened her hands, her long sleeves fluttered, and a white crane spread its wings and flew away.

"Zhengzhengzhengzheng..." The sound of the piano suddenly sounded loud and high, and she suddenly retracted her arms and spun in the air at high speed, rising into the sky like a tornado.

After rising to a height of 100 meters, the rotation stopped and she fell again.

The sound of the piano becomes slower again.

Her arms were straightened again, and her long sleeves were flowing.

"Zheng!" The sound of the piano rose again.

She kicked off her feet and soared into the sky again, as if there was a place in the void that she could draw strength from.

After rising to more than 130 meters, a long sword with clear light slipped out of her sleeve.

The sound of the piano is like the gurgling of a stream.

She shook her sword gently, and a ball of clear light surrounded her. The clear light formed a ball of light and shadow, like bubbles, and her falling stopped.

Clear light forms several bubbles.

In fact, the speed is too fast, one does not disappear, and the next one has appeared. It seems that there are many bubbles, only one is true, and the rest are afterimages left by the retina.

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

He sees things more clearly than others.

This woman in white as snow has an ordinary appearance. She is neither beautiful nor ugly. She can only be regarded as having pretty features.

The skin is like snow, crystal clear and moist.

A great master indeed.

Her sword is surprisingly fast, not even inferior to her own swordsmanship.

I didn't expect that there was someone in the world who could match my own swordsmanship.

Fa Kong became more interested, and his eyes suddenly became slightly golden, as if golden juice had been poured into his pupils.

If you don't look carefully, you won't notice anything unusual about him.

Li Er looked at it with fascination and sighed: "Master, how about it?"

"Good swordsmanship." Fakong nodded lightly: "Is this Dugu Xia Qing?"

"It's Miss Dugu." Li Er said with emotion: "She is a peerless talent that the Dugu family has rarely seen in hundreds of years. I am truly lucky to be able to witness her swordsmanship with my own eyes!"

Fakong said: "Isn't it every day?"

"Once every ten days." Li Er said: "So the master is lucky, and the seats are also limited. There are 120 people watching the sword at a time, and no more than 120 people can watch."

"It's really good swordsmanship." Fakong praised.

He looked through Dugu Xiaqing's clothes and skin and saw the flow of breath in her meridians.

He found that Dugu Xia Qing had faintly touched the threshold of the second floor.

This is due to the exquisiteness of her swordsmanship.

The skill is close to the Tao, and the originally exquisite swordsmanship, after being practiced to the extreme level, will naturally develop and advance, and it will lead to the second level of the ninth level of spiritual mastery.

Although there is still a long way to go before the second level is complete, the transformation of sword energy into divine energy is still in its infancy.

The reason why the sword is so fast is because the sword energy changes and blends with the external energy, so it can borrow power from the void and borrow the power of the void.

Fa Kong was greatly inspired after seeing it.

His previous swordsmanship and Qi-holding realm were not completely integrated, and he did not bring out the magic of Divine Qi.

It turns out that divine energy can increase the speed of the sword in this way, and it can increase rapidly.

Amidst the low and high pitch of the piano, Dugu Xia Qing rises and falls, and the light of the sword rises and falls, just like a white crane flying gracefully and gracefully.

It is agile and free, light and transcendent. It has broken away from the category of Qinggong and floats like an immortal.

Everyone was stunned and fascinated.

This is the case with Li Er.

He opened his eyes wide and unblinking, for fear of missing any slight movement, and murmured: "This is the dance of the immortals, it is really the fairy descending to earth!"

Fakong nodded in agreement: "It's like the sword dance of a banished immortal, it's really shocking, it's rare in the world!"

Li Er murmured: "If I have such sword skills, I can't go anywhere in the world!"

Fa Kong smiled.

This sentence may be what everyone thinks of.

Who wouldn’t want to possess such swordsmanship?

Li Eryi stared unblinkingly at Dugu Xia Qing, who was flying gracefully above the lake like flying into the sky.

The fingers trembled slightly, as if they were cramping, but they were involuntarily imitating Dugu Xiaqing's movements.

Dugu Xiaqing's swordsmanship is mysterious and her swordsmanship is pure. Watching it will affect your understanding of swordsmanship.

Just like people who practice calligraphy see Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, people who have seen it and people who have not seen it have completely different feelings about calligraphy.

Observing Dugu Xia Qing's swordsmanship is an eye-opener, so that you can understand the exquisite geometry of swordsmanship and where the limits of swordsmanship are, which is very important for a swordsman.

Observing Dugu Xia Qing's swordsmanship, the rewards will be far beyond imagination.

Fakong was thoughtful, watching and comparing, absorbing the subtleties of her swordsmanship.

What he saw with his eyes was not only the sword moves, but also the movement of his mind. He could even clearly feel the sword intention contained in the sword moves.

The sword technique and the mind are in harmony, and the sword spirit is so pure that it can strongly affect the opponent's state of mind. It is considered a sword technique to a higher level.

Facing her, ordinary masters might not even have a chance to make a move, and they would be struck by the sword in a daze.

Fakong sighed and admired it.

"Zhengzhengzheng——!" The sound of the piano suddenly became loud and loud, filling the air with the sound.

She suddenly rose into the air and drew a sword lightly.

The sword energy was condensed to the purest level and came out of the sword.

A crack appeared on the lake surface, extending from in front of her to a corridor, which was nearly a hundred meters away.

This long ditch has not closed.

It was as if the lake was not water but turned into snow. The cracks did not disappear for a long time and remained the same, which looked very strange.

"Zhengzhengzheng!" The piano sounded loudly again.

She drew another sword lightly in the air.

The sword energy condensed and never dispersed, as if it had been stretched into a sword a hundred meters long, pressing across the lake, forming a crack.

"Zhengzhengzheng!" The sound of the piano was loud again.

She drew another sword stroke.

This time, the sword energy shot towards the boat where Fakong and Li Er were, extending all the way to the boat and continuing forward.

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

She had already reached her limit by firing three swords. The sword energy of the last sword was not pure enough, and she was a little out of control, and she was unable to stop in time.

Dugu Xia Qing's expression changed slightly while she was in the air.

She knew the power of her sword, even the Grand Master could not stop it.

She moved her skills hurriedly, and her body and sword merged into one, like a white rainbow that penetrated the sky and shot towards Fakong.

Fa Kong gently flicked his sleeves.
To be continued...