The first thousand two hundred and twelve chapters of the year
Murong Fu's attack was earth-shattering. The majestic and powerful palm force completely blocked the space of several feet around Yue Buqun, forcing him to falter.
The shortcomings of the evil-proofing sword technique are as obvious as the advantages. It is fast, but once the movement is restricted, the power of the sword moves will be reduced by 90%. It can be said to be the extreme in martial arts. Of course, if it is the Sunflower Book, that is another matter.
Forget it.
Yue Buqun had no choice but to give up the sword technique of warding off evil spirits. He slashed east and west with his long sword, and used the mediocre Huashan sword technique.
In a normal confrontation, Yue Buqun, with his mastery of the Zixia magic skill and his strange and uncanny evil-proofing swordsmanship, might be able to defeat Murong Fu in a hundred or two hundred moves, but tonight, the silver needle he attacked first was rebounded by Murong Fu.
When he came back, another storm of attacks followed. He was in a hurry and had no chance to fight back. He could only rely on the super toughness of Zixia Magic to hold on.
Murong Fu flew his palms, one palm after another. The air was shaken with a loud buzzing sound, and the wind, sand and rocks were all around. The power was so frightening.
Yilin and Lin Pingzhi had their faces scratched so badly that they had to step away, unable to see the situation clearly.
"Humph, Jun Zijian, I've wanted to deal with you for a long time, but unfortunately I haven't found the chance. You'd better bring it to your door yourself, so you can't blame me." Murong Fu said calmly while taking out his palm, his tone was not hasty.
Slow, indescribably relaxed and freehand.
"Mr. Murong!" Yue Buqun's urgent voice rang out amid countless palm shadows, "Misunderstanding... Misunderstanding. Can you give Yue a chance to explain?"
"Opportunity?" Murong Fu sneered, "Am I familiar with you? Why should I give you a chance?"
As he spoke, his true strength surged all over his body, and he was filled with anger. The void trembled, and he actually struck out with all his strength, which showed that he had murderous intentions.
With his current skill, if he attacks with all his strength, even a master of the True Yuan Realm will not be able to block a single move, let alone a top master who has not yet condensed the True Yuan.
But at this moment, a piece of milky-white sword light suddenly emerged from the slanting stab. It was silent, extremely sharp, and the angle was perfectly controlled. It almost found a flaw in Murong Fu's impossible move.
Murong Fumei's heart was beating fast, and a chill suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart. Without thinking, he slapped a palm with his backhand. At the same time, his body moved half a foot out of thin air, but with a soft pop, the palm force and the sword light were extinguished.
Even so, the clothes between his ribs were still cut open, and the sword light was so sharp.
Murong Fu turned around and looked around, and saw an old man in white clothes standing on a rock not far away. He was thin, with white beard and hair, and a pale face. He was Feng Qingyang whom he had not seen for a long time.
Murong Fu was angry at first, then shocked, and finally sighed slightly. Since Feng Qingyang appeared, Yue Buqun would definitely not be able to kill him. It is not that he thought he was not Feng Qingyang's opponent. After all, he had received favors from the old man, and in
Without a huge conflict of interest, he would not be able to repay kindness with enmity.
However, he was a little confused, why did Feng Qingyang follow him to Songshan Mountain? Is he specifically here to protect these disciples? This is not like his character. As a successor of the Sword Sect, he definitely has no good impression of the Qi Sect disciples. This has been the reason for him for many years.
The main reason why he has not shown up since then is that even when the Huashan sect fell, he did not lend a helping hand.
"Haha, it turns out it's Senior Feng. I haven't seen you for a long time. The senior's skill has reached an advanced level, which makes the junior even more admired." After Murong Fu laughed sarcastically, he bowed his hands to Feng Qingyang and bowed. I can't say he was very respectful, but at least he was.
It won't make people feel rude.
On the other side, Yue Buqun spent all his strength and finally dispersed the power of his palms. He was wondering why Murong Fu suddenly stopped. When he heard this, he understood, but soon he was stunned again, "Senior Feng
?Which old man Feng?”
Feng Qingyang strolled in the courtyard, his figure blurred for a while, then he came to Murong Fu, looked at him a few times, and said, "When it comes to improving one's skills, I can't even compare to you. To be honest, sometimes I can
I doubt whether you are still a human being."
Why does this sound weird? Could it be that he is cursing me in a roundabout way? Murong Fu cursed in his heart and said, "Senior, this is a compliment. A little progress is nothing, and how can it be compared with the achievements of my predecessors over time?"
Accumulation, profound foundation, by the way, I heard that the senior has stopped caring about worldly affairs, so why does he appear at the top of Songshan Mountain again this time? Could it be that he is in a state of tranquility and is planning to return to the world?"
His words were not just pleasantries. If Feng Qingyang came back to the world, the Five Mountains Sword Sect would definitely follow him. This is a legendary figure known as the "Sword God" and has a very high prestige in the Five Mountains Sword Sect, even Zuo Lengchan.
Murong Fu did not dare to compete in front of him. If this old man really wanted to become the new leader of the Five Mountains Sect, many of Murong Fu's plans would immediately come to naught.
Feng Qingyang rolled her eyes at him, "Oh, now these unscrupulous descendants are making the mountain gate a mess inside the gate. Outside the gate, they keep saying they want to carry forward the sect, but in fact they are ruining the ancestral inheritance. If I don't come out and walk around anymore,
The gates of Huashan Mountain are almost gone.”
As he spoke, he glanced at Yue Buqun without trace.
Yue Buqun was still a bit unbelievable about this person's identity. Hearing this, he was immediately startled and lost his voice, "Could it be that you are...Uncle Feng Master of the Sword Sect?"
"Haha," Feng Qingyang smiled slightly self-deprecatingly, "In the words of Master Yue, Jian Zong has long been a disciple of Pan Zong, but he really doesn't dare to be called 'Uncle Master'."
Yue Buqun's face turned slightly red. He couldn't remember when he said this, but he was sure that he had said something similar.
Murong Fu's eyes flickered, and he vaguely understood. It seemed that Yue Buqun's practice of evil-proofing swordsmanship had not been hidden from the old man. Presumably, with the old man's martial arts, how could every move of the Huashan Sect escape him?
His eyes, not to mention that Yue Buqun most likely went to Siguo Cliff to practice the sword technique of warding off evil spirits, it would be difficult for him not to find out.
With his mind spinning, Murong Fu asked tentatively, "As the saying goes, an incompetent general will kill the entire army. Senior, why not consider replacing him with another one?"
Yue Buqun's heart trembled, and he hurriedly said to Feng Qingyang, "Uncle, I am ashamed, my ability is mediocre, and I can't make Huashan great even though I try my best. Now that uncle has returned to the world, I am willing to hand over my position as the leader.
I hope that my uncle can lead us and other unscrupulous descendants to glorify Huashan."
After thinking for a while, he added, "This can also be considered as an explanation of the sword energy battle back then."
Feng Qingyang looked at him deeply, but ignored him, and turned to Murong Fu and said, "Little friend Murong, please be merciful and merciful. Although this disciple is unworthy, there is no one in the Huashan sect who can lead the army now.
Without him, it would only fall apart and be annexed and engulfed in a matter of seconds."
"Since the seniors have spoken, the juniors naturally have to give some face." Murong Fu simply nodded in agreement, and then changed the subject, "But I have something to ask the seniors."
Feng Qingyang frowned, "You say."
Murong Fu pondered for a moment, "To be honest, this Five Mountains Sword Sect is already in the pocket of my Murong family, and will be used as a sharp sword to resist the Mongolian army in the future. I don't know if my senior plans to regain control of Huashan in the future, or continue to be a
Idle clouds and wild cranes?"
As soon as these words came out, Yue Buqun was furious at first, and then filled with bitterness. Judging from the power of Murong Fu's attack just now, ten of them might not be their opponents, and the Master Feng in front of him didn't seem to like him very much.
, you have no right to speak for yourself. If you anger him again, you might just kill him without giving him any chance.
He didn't dare to speak, but Feng Qingyang didn't have such scruples. He immediately blew his beard and glared, saying in a bad mood, "Good boy, you have a really big appetite. If you open your mouth, you will annex the Five Mountains Sword Sect. What about resisting the Mongolian army? That's a high-sounding statement.
, you are really thick-skinned."
Murong Fu said nothing and acquiesced.
Seeing his expression, Feng Qingyang immediately understood that there was no room for relaxation in this matter. He pondered for a moment and suddenly said something that made everyone confused, "If I remember correctly, you still owe me an agreement."
Murong Fu was startled, vaguely remembering something, and then heard Feng Qingyang continue, "Back on the top of Huashan Mountain, you promised to accompany me to try the sword for three months, but after you left, you never went up again.
I have been waiting in vain for several months."
Only then did Murong Fu suddenly realize that he couldn't help but blush. He had gone to Huashan Mountain to try to seize the Five Mountains Sword Moves in the secret cave of Si Guo Cliff. As a result, he met Hong Qigong and Feng Qingyang at the top of Huashan Mountain, and then competed with them respectively.
In the game, I was lucky enough to win the "Fifteen Dragon Subduing Palms" and the Dugu Nine Swords.
At that time, Feng Qingyang once said that his Six Meridians Divine Sword was suspected of being artificial. The sword energy only had its shape but no intention. Only by understanding the true sword intention can the Six Meridians Divine Sword be mastered. So the two agreed,
Murong Fu went to the top of Huashan Mountain to test the sword with Feng Qingyang for three months, and Feng Qingyang taught him Taixu Sword Intent, the secret skill of the sword sect, and then... nothing happened.
In fact, if Feng Qingyang hadn't mentioned it, Murong Fu would have forgotten about it long ago. Even if he thought about it, he would not go to the top of Huashan Mountain. He has been running around everywhere for a year and has no time to spare. Secondly, he is on Xia Ke Island.
How can you spend three months learning the secret skill of the Sword Sect when you get the coveted Heavenly Sword?
These thoughts flashed through his mind, and Murong Fu naturally did not reveal them at all, and immediately said apologetically, "I am ashamed, I have been running around all these years and have never taken time out. Alas, I have not been able to get a glimpse of the secret knowledge of the Sword Sect. I'm afraid
It will be a lifelong regret."
"Okay," Feng Qingyang waved his hand, "Stop pretending, I can't tell you that you are so thoughtful. You simply look down on my Taixu Sword Intent. How about this? Let's compete with each other.
If you win this match, I will still pass on my secret knowledge to you, and I will no longer interfere in the affairs of the Huashan Sect. If I win by luck, you only need to stop playing against the Huashan Sect."
"Oh?" Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, and the first thought in his mind was that there was some fraud involved.
He didn't believe that Feng Qingyang hadn't seen him attack with all his strength before, and now he actually proposed to compete with him. Where did he get the confidence? Could it be that this old man used to hide his clumsiness and was actually a master of the transformation realm?