Jingzhou shouted loudly and gestured with his hands faster and faster. At the back, he matched the steps of Qinggong and started practicing on this platform.
Although he didn't have a sword in his hand, he pointed to the sword. Between the vertical and horizontal lines, people's silhouettes could be seen, and there were bursts of sound piercing the air, as if there were several people dancing swords here.
His hands became swords, and Jingzhou became smoother and smoother as he used them. Gradually, he no longer adhered to the distinction between swordsmanship.
The previous move was still the "Purple Qi coming from the east" in the sword technique of warding off evil spirits, and the next move was changed to the "green pines welcoming guests" in the sword technique of Songshan Mountain.
The sword moved according to his heart, which way the sword struck, and how hard the sword was used. Jingzhou's dance at this time relied entirely on feeling, but it was like a divine help.
I don't know how long it took, but Jing Zhou felt tired and stopped.
At this time, he felt extremely happy in his heart, as if every sword was engraved in his heart, and the sword became a part of his body. Wherever his heart went, the sword went.
In the past, he used evil-fighting swordsmanship to fight against enemies, relying solely on his unbreakable speed and weird sword moves, without having his own understanding of the swordsmanship.
Now, if he were asked to kill someone again, he would use the least energy-saving method to kill the person with his sword.
After cleaning the dust, Jingzhou sat cross-legged on the stone platform, meditating and resting.
Jingzhou sat on the stage for the whole night. While he was resting, he was rehearsing the swordsmanship in his mind.
At this time, he heard the sound of footsteps. Although the sound was very faint, it could not escape his ears.
At this moment, the only one who could appear here at Siguo Cliff and whose footsteps were so light was the old man Feng Qingyang. Guessing who was coming, Jingzhou said coldly: "Old man, you have been hiding here in the back mountain for half your life.
Why did you come out today?"
This old man has a bad temper and a tough temper, and now it is discovered that he is secretly learning five schools of martial arts here. Naturally, it will be difficult for the two of them to end well, so there is no need to be polite to Feng Qingyang.
Suddenly he heard something moving in front of him. Jingzhou pointed his sword forward. With a crisp sound, a small stone was ground into pieces by the sword energy covering the sword.
The internal force attached to Feng Qingyang's stone is enough to kill ordinary people in the world. Even a first-rate master will be injured even if he is not careful.
If Jingzhou hadn't been a highly skilled martial artist, his bones would have been broken if he was hit by this stone.
"Feng Qingyang, when I call you an old man, I think I think highly of you, but you are so proud of me. You really think you are a sword master, and you are alone in defeat!"
"If you want to die, I don't mind sending you to see the King of Hell now!"
Just because you have practiced a few more years, do you think you have no opponent in the world?
If it hadn't been for this accident like Jingzhou, then maybe these old guys could have pretended to be a little bit. Unfortunately, when they met him, Jingzhou, these people could only be considered unlucky.
Jingzhou had given him a lesson before, just for the sake of Ren Yingying. If Feng Qingyang pissed him off, he would be killed!
Jingzhou had just understood the swordsmanship, but he really didn't take Feng Qingyang seriously!
This old guy will reach his peak at most the day after tomorrow. Whether he can be killed will have to wait until he is beaten.
This old man has one foot on the coffin board. I don't know how much strength he can still exert.
As for the miraculous Dugu Nine Swords, it sounds loud and clear. With this swordsmanship, it doesn't matter if you can predict the enemy's opportunity. It's just that your eyesight can't keep up, but your movements can't keep up. Even if you can see the flaw, it's still versatile!
Jing Zhou felt that when the difference in martial arts between the two was not big, the Dugu Nine Swords might still be of some use.
The Dugu Nine Swords are nothing compared to the Sunflower Book!
"Hmph, that's such a big statement. Who are you and why do you appear on the back mountain? If you don't tell me the reason today, don't blame me for the sharpness of my sword."
Feng Qingyang already had murderous intentions at this time. Jingzhou's previous insults to him not only insulted him, but also insulted the word "Sword Master".
Moreover, the secrets of this place must not be known to outsiders, and we must not wait until we find out the identity of this kid before killing him!
"It doesn't matter if I don't mention my name, I'm a nameless person with no family or sect!"
"As for why you are here, are you blind? Didn't you see that I was looking at the swordsmanship on the stone wall? Oh, that's right. You have already stepped onto the coffin board with one foot. It seems that you are too old to see clearly."
Feng Qingyang has been alive for a long time. Although he has seen many people with arrogant voices, this is the first time he has seen someone as arrogant as the kid in front of him!
This is the first time I have seen someone as sharp-tongued as him!
If it weren't for his calm tone, as if he was telling an insignificant matter, he would really underestimate him.
But even so, Feng Qingyang was very angry at Jingzhou's words. He had dominated the world decades ago, and even the heads of various sects treated him with courtesy when they saw him. When had he ever received such contempt and insult?
Already.
"The boy is so crazy!"
"Okay, since I am a member of the Demon Cult, don't blame me for being cruel!"
Feng Qingyang's face trembled, he put a hat on Jingzhou's face, picked up a long sword from the ground, and stabbed Jingzhou's face with the "Changhong Guangri" move.
The kid in front of him made rude remarks and secretly learned Huashan swordsmanship. At this time, in Feng Qingyang's eyes, he was already regarded as dead.
"Old man, everyone can tell lies. No matter how loud you are, whether you will survive today depends on the swordsmanship of your men!"
Jing Zhou pulled out his long sword with a bang, not evading or dodging, like a dragon emerging from the water, stabbing towards Feng Qingyang's sword with lightning speed. This sword was not fancy, it was simple, fast and accurate.
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Feng Qingyang's eyes were full of coldness when he saw Jingzhou fighting with him without dodging, as if he had already seen Jingzhou being knocked away by the sword.
Even if this kid is extremely talented and started practicing martial arts in his mother's womb, he still doesn't believe that his internal strength can match his own when he is not even in his teens!
With a "bang" sound, the two long swords collided together, like spring thunder. The sound was so loud that dust continued to fall from the top of the cave.
Feng Qingyang's face turned red, and he took two steps back before releasing the power from the sword.
At this time, Feng Qingyang put away part of his anger and seriously looked at the person in front of him.
No matter how hard he racked his brains, he never expected that the person in front of him had such profound skills!
Although his sword sect is very good at internal strength, even if his internal strength is not high in quality, the huge amount cannot be blocked by ordinary people.
As soon as the desire came up, I didn't use my full strength, which was a hidden disadvantage.
Jingzhou knocked back Feng Qingyang with a sword, and through the recoil force from the sword hilt, he probably figured out Feng Qingyang's background.
In terms of internal strength, he should be better than Feng Qingyang.
Although Feng Qingyang didn't use all his strength in the previous sword attack and used seven or eight percent of his strength, he still had some reservations.
"Old man, now you know what it is to be a frog in a well. People in the world praise you too much. You are just a swordsman because you have practiced a few more years. You are just showing off your sword aura with your sword aura.
Those few sword-breaking moves of yours are impossible even if you practice them to death!"
What a loud tone! Who dared to be so rude to Feng Qingyang when he was roaming the world decades ago!
Hearing Jing Zhou's words, Feng Qingyang snorted coldly: "You are a talkative boy, I will show you what swordsmanship is!"