Chapter 46 Dugu Nine Swords is nothing more than this
An oversight just now caused Feng Qingyang to suffer a loss, and now he still feels that his physical strength, energy, and blood are surging.
He has lived for so long and has never experienced any big storms. Although he was knocked back by Jingzhou's sword, he didn't think he would lose. He hadn't used Dugu's Nine Swords yet!
This swordsmanship focuses on finding the enemy's weaknesses and attacking the points that must be saved. The swordsmanship is so exquisite that Feng Qingyang feels that it is the best in the world!
In the past, he relied on this swordsmanship to become a sword master.
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Qingyang was seen attaching his inner body to the sword. He swung the sword with a faint sound like wind and thunder, and stabbed with several swords. There seemed to be thousands of changes behind it, and Feng Qingyang's whole body turned into a wave of green shadows.
, bring all the mysteries of Dugu Nine Swords to you.
"This is Xiao Dao'er, pretending to be a ghost, doing all kinds of tricks!"
Jingzhou now also wants to see how powerful the Dugu Nine Swords are and whether it is really worthy of the praise it receives from the world.
If Dugu Qiu was defeated here, Jingzhou would still be afraid, but the Dugu Nine Swords used by Feng Qingyang would not work!
Even if his sword is as powerful as rain!
No matter how gorgeous Feng Qingyang's sword dance is, Jing Zhou will break it quickly!
Fast, Jingzhou's sword is fast, extremely fast, so fast that it's terrifying!
Feng Qingyang thrust out one sword, and he had already thrust out two swords. Even if Feng Qingyang could see the flaws in his swordsmanship, he could not keep up with the speed of his sword thrusts.
The sword that Feng Qingyang thrust out had not yet reached Jing Zhou's appearance, but he drew it back again. Otherwise, he would have been killed by Jing Zhou before his sword could reach Jing Zhou.
Jingzhou's sword was too fast, forcing Feng Qingyang to switch from attack to defense.
"Bang bang bang bang", at this time, the long sword in Jingzhou's hand turned into a white sword. Following his ghostly figure, he moved east and west, forward and back, like huge waves, beating the wind.
Yang kept retreating.
"That's strange. What kind of swordsmanship does this kid use? Why does the sword come out so fast? Is there any swordsmanship more powerful than the Dugu Nine Swords?"
At this time, Feng Qingyang, who was forced to defend, frowned and kept thinking about how to defeat the swordsmanship of the kid in front of him.
Although this kid's swordsmanship is full of flaws, any person in the world would be able to spot one or two, let alone him.
Although he could see many flaws in Jingzhou's swordsmanship, it was just that Jingzhou's sword came out too quickly. As soon as he pierced one of Jingzhou's flaws, Jingzhou's other sword struck immediately.
As soon as one sword is destroyed, another sword is reborn, as if it is endless.
Now, for the first time, he had doubts about Dugu Jiujian.
He can't compete with Jing Zhou internally, and Jing Zhou's swordsmanship is even better than him.
The breaking sword power in Dugu's Nine Swords, now in his hand, was unable to exert its previous power.
"Old man, isn't your Dugu Nine Swords capable of attacking but not defending? Now you are like an old turtle. If Dugu Qiubai finds out, will you jump out of the coffin?"
The miraculous Dugu Nine Swords that were boasted by the world was nothing more than that in Jingzhou's opinion. This swordsmanship still did not deviate from the scope of ordinary swords.
But how can there be any invincibility in swordsmanship in this world? No matter how exquisite your sword moves are and how profound your theory is, you cannot escape from the three words of quickness, accuracy and ruthlessness.
When your vision and skill reach a certain level, you can unleash the mystery of these three words.
At this time, even the best swordsmanship in the world cannot stop the fundamental gap in kung fu.
Moreover, Dugu's Nine Swords are just a makeshift move. If he raises a three-foot wall of energy out of thin air like the sweeping monk, if he doesn't have deep internal strength, he may not even be able to pierce the one-foot wall of energy, so how can he hurt someone?
In Jingzhou's opinion, the Dugu Nine Swords can only show its power in an era when internal strength is weak and success or failure is judged by moves.
"Old man, you were a swordsman in the past, but now you can't block dozens of my moves. It seems that your skills have really declined a lot..."
"You..." When Feng Qingyang heard Jing Zhou's words, except for the word "you", he could not say anything else at this time.
After blocking Jing Zhou's sword a few more times, Feng Qingyang's expression lost its previous expression. Every time he raised his arms, he could feel the flesh on them trembling slightly.
He thought to himself: "No, this kid's sword skills are too good. If we continue to struggle, he will definitely not be his match. Besides, his internal strength is much stronger than mine. The longer we delay, the worse it will be."
The more Feng Qingyang fought, the more frustrated he felt. All the subtleties of Dugu's Nine Swords could not be used in front of Jing Zhou.
In the past, when he met people with more advanced internal skills than himself, he could use his exquisite sword skills to attack the enemy's weaknesses, but now, he couldn't even touch Jingzhou's shadow, and even if he crossed swords with Jingzhou, it was just a blur.
If you touch them, you will be divided, and you will not be able to bring out the subtlety of your swordsmanship at all.
Since he couldn't beat the kid in front of him, Feng Qingyang didn't bother much, tried his best to block Jing Zhou's sword, and retreated using the strength of Jing Zhou's sword.
The older people get, the more they fear death, and Feng Qingyang didn't want to die on this mountain behind.
He also didn't expect that the man in front of him, who looked like a pair of ten, would be so skilled in swordsmanship. If he delayed it any longer, he might be stuck here.
Even so, after fighting with Jing Zhou for a while, he felt a little tired in his old body.
Jingzhou's sword was too fast, and it had a deep lining attached to it. Even if he blocked it with the Dugu Nine Swords, it would still take a lot of effort.
"Old man, you are acting like a turtle now. If you can't beat me, will you run away? Take another strike from me!"
When Jing Zhou saw Feng Qingyang trying to escape, he kicked the ground with his left foot and stabbed Feng Qingyang's back like an arrow from a string. If Feng Qingyang didn't block it, the sword stabbed him hard and passed through his heart.
, not even Daluo Immortal can save him.
Hearing the sound of the long sword piercing the air behind him, Feng Qingyang didn't dare to be careless. While running forward, he was distracted and swung his sword backward to resist.
He really planned to use the power of Jing Zhou's sword to widen the distance between him and Jing Zhou.
"Ah!" The moment he blocked Jingzhou's long sword, Feng Qingyang felt a bite on his neck, and instantly a heartbreaking pain spread from his neck to his brain.
"You, you, you are deceitful! You are a demon cultist, you are despicable and shameless!"
Only then did Feng Qingyang see a red light flying back to Jingzhou's wrist. He took a closer look and saw that it was a big bloody centipede.
He hadn't noticed it before in the cave, but now he saw this centipede. All he had seen in the past were red-headed and black-backed centipedes. Where had he seen such a centipede whose body was full of blood?
A cold air rose under Feng Qingyang's feet. Just by looking at the color, he knew it was highly poisonous.
"As expected, old man, the older you get, the more confused you become. You say that I am a member of the Demon Cult, but you still don't allow me to cheat? You have lived in vain for these decades, don't you know the weirdness of the art of war? Come to think of it, in your life,
They all lived on pigs!"
"Oh, that's right. You're an old man, and there are a few people who can't read. You don't know that even if you think about it."
At this time, Jingzhou felt like a villain in his heart. They say villains die from talking too much. Seeing Feng Qingyang's face turning purple, his face breaking out in sweat, and his whole body shaking, he didn't mind saying a few more words to this old guy.
He wanted to see who else could save Feng Qingyang at this time.
How could these few big cats and kittens in Huashan threaten him?
He has decided on this villain, no one can do anything to him!
Now he finally knows why the villain loves to talk, and the feeling is just one word, "It's cool!"
In front of the enemy, watching him continue to fall into despair, it felt like he couldn't control his words at all.
Unconsciously, a lot of words came to his mouth, and he said:
"My centipede is a strange species. It is very magical. If you can see me today, old man, you will be considered lucky if you die in the hands of this centipede."
"Even if others are dead, they may not be able to see this centipede. You said you have cultivated your blessings for many lifetimes, but I don't know how long your internal strength of nearly a thousand years can last."