This is not a suitable weather for a duel, but the agreed time cannot be changed, it can only be said to be God's will!
The water-avoiding sword on Xu Yin's waist has been completely frozen by the ice and snow, but he has no desire to melt the ice and thaw it.
In today's battle, he did not plan to use the Dugu Nine Swords taught by Feng Qingyang, so the water-avoiding sword on his waist could only accompany him to witness, but not fight alongside him.
Leaning on the five-foot heavy sword standing in the snow in front of him, Xu Yin slowly pulled it out. The innate Qi wiped across the sword's body along with the sword's fingers. Wherever it passed, the ice melted and snow melted, right up to the tip.
There is a pair of palm prints left there, which were left when Zuo Lengchan received the sword that day.
Xu Yin has never been restored, because this is also a testimony!
He raised his head and looked at the sky. It should be almost there.
It's high and cold on the top of Mount Huashan, but the only intersection below the top of the mountain is bustling with activity.
Feng Buping led all the disciples of the Huashan Sect to station here and did not allow anyone to pass by.
Lan Fenghuang stood on a rock beside the road, looking towards the top of the mountain from time to time. However, the wind and snow were so heavy that she could not see clearly what was going on above.
A large group of martial arts people have gathered under the intersection, braving the wind and snow, hoping to witness this unprecedented battle.
However, the members of the Huashan Sect and the Five Poison Sect took advantage of the danger and blocked the mountain path, preventing anyone from going up the mountain!
The heads of the four major sword sects, as well as Shaolin Fang Zheng and Taoist Master Chongxu had no choice but to stand beside the mountain path and let their disciples build simple sheds to shield them from the wind and snow.
Chongxu and Fang Zheng discussed the various consequences of today's battle, the worst of which was that both Xu Yin and Feng Qingyang would be harmed. In this way, only he and the abbot were left in the Central Plains martial arts world to fight against Dongfang Bubai, but they might not be able to defeat him.
There will be great disasters in the future.
The best result is that Feng Qingyang kills Xu Yin, and then is invited by the righteous sects to fight against Dongfang Bubai. By then, the righteous path will definitely surpass the demonic sect in strength, and will usher in a period of prosperity.
The outcome, both good and bad, is that Xu Yin kills Feng Qingyang, and after Feng Qingyang wins, he refuses to accept the invitation and chooses to live in seclusion.
The former will definitely increase the strength of the Huashan Sect. Xu Yin is so young, and sooner or later he will bring the Huashan Sect into the third pole alongside Shaolin and Wudang.
As for the latter, although Feng Qingyang has retired to seclusion, his reputation is still there and he will still act as a deterrent to the Demon Cult. In this way, a balance between good and evil will be achieved, and the current situation will continue to maintain.
While everyone was having different thoughts, an old man wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat slowly walked out of the crowd. No one paid attention to this man because his temperament was too ordinary until he walked in front of Feng Buping.
Feng Buping felt the Qi machine and turned around to look, his eyes narrowing involuntarily.
Many experts noticed that the atmosphere was different and looked at it one after another.
I saw the old man wearing a bamboo hat taking off the bamboo hat, revealing a head full of silver threads.
"I am coming."
The tone was very calm and unruffled, as if an old friend was visiting as scheduled. It was very ordinary.
Feng Buping looked at Feng Qingyang's indifferent face and had mixed feelings.
"Master Feng, do you really want to go up the mountain?"
"You have kicked me out of the house."
Feng Buping still wanted to stop the duel in his heart, so he let out a long sigh, "What grudge do you have against my disciple that you have to kill him?"
The corners of Feng Qingyang's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.
"What should have been said a year ago has been said."
Everyone in the mountain was in a commotion, and their eyes were on Feng Qingyang. This is a martial arts myth of a generation, a martial arts legend of the first thirty years!
Feng Buping saw Feng Qingyang's determination, so he could only reluctantly turn away and stretched out his hand to guide: "Xu Yin has been waiting at the top of the mountain for a long time! I hope the person walking down the mountain is not you, please!"
Feng Qingyang didn't look at anyone. He picked up the dusty sword and walked towards the top of the mountain step by step.
The palms of his hands were as cold as the snowflakes here, but the murderous intention in his heart had accumulated over the past year and became even stronger.
Lan Fenghuang jumped down from the rock and looked at Feng Qingyang's back. His palms trembled. He tried several times to order the disciples to secretly use Gu, but after remembering Xu Yin's previous warning, he finally gave up.
Standing on the top of the mountain, Xu Yin heard his master's words on the mountainside and knew that Feng Qingyang was officially climbing the mountain.
With a smile on his lips, he danced his sword in the snow, flexing his muscles, bones, and blood.
Not long after, the sound of rustling footsteps was heard on the snow-covered mountain road.
Feng Qingyang stood at the entrance of the mountain top, watching Xu Yin dance his sword.
He slowly took off his bloated raincoat, and underneath he still had the thin gray coarse cloth clothes, fluttering in the wind and snow.
Two people, one moving and one still, one green and one gray, one prime and the other old, are the only embellishments on this lonely peak of Huashan Mountain. They are also the top swordsmen of the old and new generations in today's martial arts world!
Xu Yin had finished his sword dance and his heavy sword was stuck in the snow. He raised his head and looked at Feng Qingyang who slowly drew out his sword in front of him.
The two looked at each other without any words. What needed to be said was already said a year ago on the outskirts of Luoyang. Any additional words are nonsense!
So... Xu Yin's heavy sword popped out of the snow. He was standing facing the wind, but when the heavy sword took off, the wind immediately reversed, carrying flying snow all over the sky, turning into a tornado and attacking Feng Qingyang, who was holding the sword independently.
A little sword light flashes in the tornado, like the rising sun, the light shines brightly, dispelling all darkness!
The wind and snow tornado collapsed in all directions, and I saw the indescribable sword light shining on the body of Xu Yin's heavy sword. The mountain-like heavy sword was forced to deviate to the side, and the sword
The light followed the trend and drove straight in along the flaw Xu Yin exposed!
This is the strength of the top swordsman of the previous generation. Even if the wind and snow block his vision, he can still detect fleeting flaws!
Seeing that Xu Yin was about to be disemboweled by the extremely sharp sword, he dodged and took advantage of the swing of the heavy sword to follow the sword and avoid it.
In the first round of fighting, Shifeng Qingyang had the upper hand!
Xu Yin glanced at Feng Qingyang. The feeling of the opponent's sword hitting his heavy sword just now was a bit like when he fought against Poison Puppet and slashed with three swords in a row, but was released by the opponent's Tai Chi force.
However, Chonghe's own cultivation was insufficient, and the joints in his whole body were still shattered by the power of the epee.
Feng Qingyang has at least sixty years of cultivation in his body and has deep internal strength, so even if he is shocked by the remaining force of the epee, he can still withstand it.
But this does not mean that the other person standing quietly at this moment is as calm and calm as on the surface.
Xu Yin raised the heavy sword again and slashed with another extremely simple and precise sword stroke!
Feng Qingyang's footsteps are rushing, and the sword light is flying!
With several consecutive moves, Feng Qingyang's Dugu Nine Swords stabbed into the flaw of the heavy sword wielded by Xu Yin with incomparable accuracy.
Every time Xu Yin used his sword, Feng Qingyang would definitely leave a sword mark on his body.
He fired thirteen swords in a row, and the sword wind, sword energy, and sword pressure destroyed all the surrounding mountains, rocks, vegetation, and the snow-covered top of Huashan Mountain was even swept out of a flat piece of land.
Such power was even seen by people from various factions in the middle of the mountain road.
Although it was impossible to see clearly the details of the fight above the peak in the wind and snow, the rocks and trees rolling down in all directions still made people feel thrilling.
Thirteen consecutive strikes of the epee with such unparalleled power failed to hit Feng Qingyang, whose body was like fluttering catkins.
Instead, Xu Yin left thirteen blood marks on his body, the most serious one on the side of his face. If he had not avoided it in time, the sword would have hit his throat.
Normal people would probably no longer dare to take the initiative to attack at this time, because every attack is not only ineffective, but also puts themselves in danger repeatedly, and they will inevitably fall into self-doubt.
When two great swordsmen of similar strength fight against each other, the one who loses his spirit first will definitely lose!