Xu Yin raised the heavy sword again, Feng Qingyang frowned slightly.
The other party's reaction and persistence were far beyond his expectations. In fact, Feng Qingyang did not have an absolute advantage.
When resisting Xu Yin's initial sword blow, he seemingly removed the heavy sword easily and almost disemboweled Xu Yin.
However, in order to get rid of that overbearing sword, he had to bear a considerable amount of the sword's pressure on him.
At that time, he was full of energy and had no fear.
However, considering that if you are attacked continuously by the opponent in the future, the energy loss will definitely increase exponentially!
In that way, even if you have sixty years of cultivation, you may not be able to survive.
Therefore, we formulated a strategy at that time to fight a psychological war with Xu Yin!
Xu Yin followed up by striking thirteen sword blows in a row, and Feng Qingyang decisively used exquisite swordsmanship to counterattack with all his strength!
Thirteen shocking blood marks were left on Xu Yin's body to severely damage his confidence.
Of course, in order to release these thirteen swords, Feng Qingyang had to withstand the extremely strong sword pressure that was rare in the thirteen worlds.
Each sword pressure caused his loss of Qi to increase exponentially. Until the last sword strike, he even had to rely on his old physique to forcefully break into Xu Yin's middle door, leaving the deepest wound on his face!
That sword almost brought Xu Yin back to life. A normal person would have been covered in cold sweat, and had to be very cautious about the next battle.
However, at this time, Xu Yin seemed to see everything through his eyes. He gently wiped the blood on his face with his sleeves and raised the heavy sword again!
Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth secretly and could only choose to gamble his life!
He is too old. Although his internal swordsmanship and swordsmanship have reached the highest level, the lack of energy in his physical body's instincts prevents him from fully displaying his inner cultivation.
Facing Xu Yin's sword again, he still faced it head-on, first releasing his strength, and then finding a loophole to counterattack!
But this time something is wrong!
He found that unloading force was no longer as easy as before. The heavy sword in Xu Yin's hand seemed to be opened and closed, but in fact it only suddenly exerted force after the two swords intersected for the first time!
Therefore, even if it has just been detached, it can still change direction and slash horizontally.
Feng Qingyang was shocked, this time he didn't have a chance to return the phone!
"What's going on with this sword? It can be slashed with such force, and it can actually match the reality."
He used Qinggong in the snow to dodge one after another, not daring to use his sword to release his strength easily. Before he figured out the mystery, he could only let Xu Yin attack.
Xu Yin's aura was steady and the sword in his hand was constantly moving, but he was still able to speak.
"In this year, my epee skills have reached a bottleneck in the extremely heavy and extremely fast way, and I can no longer improve it.
So I learned to use the epee to make stone carvings. Before returning to Huashan this time, I was able to perfectly carve a stone lion with the epee, which is comparable to the craftsmanship of a skilled craftsman."
Feng Qingyang's eyes moved and he finally understood what was going on.
Xu Yin's epee skill no longer relies on clumsiness over skill. With the control to carve stone lions by hand, he can hide skill in clumsiness and hide lightness in emphasis. From this, all changes in priorities can exist.
As a matter of fact, Dugu Nine Swords could no longer predict its flaws.
"No wonder you have learned the Nine Swords of Dugu taught by me, but you still want to innovate and create your own heavy sword method. It turns out that you are indeed better than the old master."
Feng Qingyang spoke like catkins in the wind, but there was no hint of panic.
Xu Yin paused his sword movement and said proudly: "If you are willing to admit defeat and hide in seclusion from now on, you can still survive."
"They said the same thing when Feng killed the ten elders of the Demon Sect in the past."
Xu Yin's eyes became sharp, it seemed that Feng Qingyang had the final trump card.
Feng Qingyang lightly wiped the blade of his sword and said slowly: "You come with me to see Linghu Chong."
After saying that, a sword rose into the air!
The sword energy is like a silver dragon, going straight from the middle door to Xu Yin's heart!
Xu Yin felt a pillar of air rushing into his arms, causing his breath to stagnate slightly.
Seeing that Feng Qingyang was so reckless in confronting him, of course he wouldn't be polite and slashed away with his sword!
The violent sword wind tore through the sword energy like a silver dragon, shattered the sword in Feng Qingyang's hand, and cut off his right shoulder and the hand holding the sword!
The pure white snow is dyed with a dark red color, which is shocking!
Feng Qingyang seemed not to notice, with a dull expression. The hairpin that bound her hair was blown away by the sword wind, and the silver strands fell loosely.
But he saw him point out the sword finger of his left hand, and an invisible and tangible sword light condensed on it, turning into a three-foot-sharp blade, still heading straight for Xu Yin's heart.
"I actually want to die together!"
Xu Yin used fine control to barely swing the epee horizontally. Although the space for exerting force was small, it was enough to change Feng Qingyang's figure.
As the sword light trembled, it deviated from the angle and penetrated Xu Yin's left shoulder socket, piercing it from front to back!
At this time, Feng Qingyang had no chance anymore, and his hand had been firmly held by Xu Yin.
The two looked at each other for a long time. Feng Qingyang's face was gray, but he was very calm, and there was no unwillingness or anger as imagined.
"Let's go, Uncle Feng."
Xu Yin struck his heart with a palm, and the wind flew back ten feet away and landed on the snow.
it's all over……
Xu Yin sealed the acupuncture point on his left shoulder to stop the bleeding, picked up the heavy sword, and walked down to the top of Huashan Mountain without looking back.
The waiting time for everyone in the mountain was actually not long, it only took less than a stick of incense before Feng Qingyang went up the mountain.
Excluding the time it took him to go up the mountain, it is estimated that the fight between the two did not even last for a cup of tea.
However, everyone was very anxious at this time. The mountain had been quiet for a long time, and there was no more terrifying movement like before.
Maybe the outcome has been decided?
This matter is related to the future structure of the martial arts world. Even though none of the factions present are directly involved, they know that it is closely related. Everyone is restless and walking around.
At this time, I suddenly heard a disciple of the Huashan Sect shouting: "It seems like someone is coming down!"
Everyone immediately craned their necks and raised their heads to look, and some even started to fight for the top spot on the treetops.
The leaders of each faction maintain their own identities, so of course they will not do these things, but the eagerness in their eyes is visible to everyone.
In the wind and snow, a blue figure became clearer and clearer, until everyone could clearly see the heavy sword in his hand that was used as a crutch...
At this time, the Huashan Sect and the Five Poison Sect cheered and rushed forward together.
Feng Buping, success does not worry, Cong Bu abandons, Lan Fenghuang has tears in his eyes.
Lan Fenghuang ignored the secular etiquette and threw himself directly into Xu Yin's arms.
Xu Yin's face was somewhat pale due to blood loss. Even though the acupuncture point on his shoulder was tapped, the bleeding could not be completely stopped. Naturally, he lost a lot of blood along the way.
Only then did Lan Fenghuang notice the condition of Xu Yin's shoulder. He immediately took out the medicine bottle, applied medicine to stop the bleeding, and bandaged it on the spot.
Xu Yin said: "The grudge is over, let's go back to the sect. If anyone else wants to know the situation, they can just go to the top of the mountain."
The crowd cheered, lifted Xu Yin up, and walked down to the top of the mountain with laughter and joy.
Without paying any attention to the martial arts people, the leaders of the four major sword sects and Fang Zheng Chongxu looked at each other and headed towards the top of the mountain.
There, he naturally saw Feng Qingyang, who was dead and covered with snow.
The storm has not stopped, but the pattern of the martial arts world in the next few decades has been decided!
Taoist Master Chongxu suddenly asked: "Who knows how old Alliance Leader Xu is now?"
Everyone looked at each other, and Fang Zheng, who was nearby, directed his disciples to dig holes in the frozen soil, and said without thinking: "I once chatted with Master Feng in Shaolin. Donor Xu should be only thirty-one now."
Everyone was secretly surprised, this is really too young!
Chongxu sighed and said: "If nothing happens, this person will definitely dominate the martial arts world!"