When martial arts reaches the level of Long Buyang and Chu Kuangren, what matters is the realm of martial arts, not simple moves.
The Heavenly Sword Style, which can make even Long Buyang tremble with fear, represents the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
The Purple Electric Star style has already moved Feng Ziyue.
This sword is eccentric, but extremely powerful. If the power of this sword could be fully demonstrated, it would probably not be below the level of Feng Ziyue's fifth form of the Sword God Art, Ten Thousand Swords Returning to One.
It's already magical to see such a sword, but I didn't expect that Long Buyang actually mastered another sword!
"The Divine Sword from Heaven..."
Feng Ziyue nodded in amazement, "It is indeed the Divine Sword from Heaven. I have been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for many years, but I have never seen such a sword-handling method. Could it be that it was created by Senior Long?"
The method of sword control is very different from the usual swordsmanship. It is very changeable and shows a novel realm of swordsmanship. If it were created by Long Buyang, it would be too terrifying.
Long Buyang shook his head.
"The so-called divine swords from outside the world naturally come from outside the world... I just got two of them by chance."
Fifty years ago, Long Buyang was in the ancient city of the desert and accidentally obtained a fragment of a book of sword manuals, which recorded two magical sword moves. There was also a handbook next to it, which detailed the origin of these two sword moves.
It is said that hundreds of years ago, a young man saved a dying old man in the desert and took care of him diligently for several months. The old man finally passed away, but before he died, he passed on these two sword moves to
He claimed to be from outside the world and asked him to learn these two swords well and become the best swordsman in the world. He would also go to a sword show for him in the future.
It's a pity that this young man has mediocre qualifications and has only mastered one of the moves. Although he has become a very powerful swordsman, he is still in a remote desert and cannot be said to be the best in the world. As for the so-called sword competition agreement, there is no news.
Later, after the young man died of old age, he passed on these two sword moves to his descendants. Unfortunately, each generation was not as good as the previous generation. For hundreds of years, no one had mastered these two sword moves.
After Long Buyang got this sword manual by chance, he pondered it carefully and was immediately excited by the realm of swordsmanship revealed by these two swords. He practiced hard right away.
Unfortunately, due to limited physical conditions, he could only practice one of them.
Another form of Purple Lightning Star, he had been searching for many years before he found Fan Dongliu, who was born with a thunder body, to practice it.
It's a pity that Fan Dongliu's sword aptitude is mediocre. Although he has mastered the purple lightning star style, he cannot exert one percent of the power of this divine sword.
But Long Buyang never found an evenly matched hand and had no chance to use another sword. It was rare that Feng Ziyue created the fifth form of the Sword God Technique, which could compete with the first form of the Heavenly Sword. What did Long Buyang do?
do not like.
"It's so—"
Feng Ziyue heard these past events and thought about the power of the old man's two swords, and couldn't help but feel fascinated.
"It is such a blessing in life to have this opportunity to see such a wonderful move. Senior Long, there is no need to say more. Please use your sword!"
After hearing the legend of the Divine Sword from Outer Heaven, Feng Ziyue had no desire to talk. He devoted himself to swordsmanship and was not good at talking. Instead of communicating with words, it would be more direct to communicate with swords.
"good!"
Long Buyang was not polite, he laughed, and with a flick of his wrist, he actually pulled out a short sword from the jade flute.
I saw that this sword was completely transparent and about one foot long. It was originally a light yellow crystal. Under the snow light, it refracted colorful arc lights, charming the ears and eyes, and it was very luxurious.
"This sword is called Amber Light."
Long Buyang proudly displayed this short sword.
"It took me thirty years of work to make it with countless precious crystal stones. Although it is not sharp, it can carry the energy of heaven and earth. With one sword, it is invincible. Little friend Feng, you have to be careful!"
The swords of acquired warriors naturally pursue sharpness, but in the hands of innate masters, the material of the sword becomes more important.
The most critical point is that it must be able to carry the energy of heaven and earth. An ordinary sword cannot carry the majestic energy of heaven and earth. It will break into pieces after a few swings. In a battle with innate masters, it is naturally unsuitable.
Feng Ziyue's previous ruthless sword was already pretty good, but after using the nameless sword technique, it turned into fly ash, unable to carry the power of heaven and earth that exceeded the limit.
The black wood holy sword he is using now seems to be made of slightly better material, but it still seems to be slightly inferior to Long Buyang's amber light sword.
Long Buyang is indeed a strange man of his generation. He forged it by himself and was able to obtain such a magical sword. It was even better than the swords handed down from ancient times a thousand years ago.
Feng Ziyue smiled and nodded, shaking the wooden sword in his hand.
"This sword is called the Xuanmu Holy Sword. It is a sacred object inherited from Canglan Mountain. Senior Long must have seen it before..."
Long Buyang has been famous for decades, so it is impossible that he has not dealt with Canglan Holy Mountain.
Sure enough, he nodded and smiled slightly, "Not only did Feng Xiaoyou pass the sixth level of the Tianwu Trial and become the successor of Tianwu, he also obtained the inheritance of the Martial Saint and succeeded him as the Lord of Canglan Mountain. Although I live outside the customs, I have heard about it.
, it’s true that a hero comes from a boy.”
The Canglan Mountain Martial Saint is, after all, a well-known and upright sect, and his reputation in the martial arts world is no less than that of Long Buyang, a strange man of his generation.
What's more, the Qingxin Baiwu in Canglan Mountain is powerful. With Long Buyang's ability, he may not be Wu Sheng's opponent on Canglan Mountain.
Although Canglan Mountain has collapsed and the pure white mist is no longer there, Fengziyue seems to have broken through the stereotypes of the martial saints of the past. Although his martial arts is still at the seventh level of innateness, his sword skills are powerful enough to display the innate level.
It is not yet clear who will win in a battle with the eighth level of power.
"scold!"
Long Buyang had just finished his polite greetings when he suddenly heard a loud scolding, amber light appeared in his hand and danced, and he had already taken action!
Feng Ziyue gave a long laugh, drew a circle with his sword, and was already fighting with him!
Long Buyang's swordsmanship is mainly characterized by four characteristics: pure, strange, ancient and strange.
The sword technique is ethereal, without a trace of fireworks, this is called "pure";
It is so varied and unique that it is "odd";
Each sword has its inheritance, which reminds people of the profound swordsmanship of ancient times. This is called "ancient";
The changes are unique and completely different from the original swordsmanship, making it difficult for people to guard against it. This is called "weird"!
Long Buyang has a wide range of interests and is extremely intelligent. When he was a young man, he was already famous all over the world. Although swordsmanship is only one aspect that he is good at, all the swordsmanship he created can be regarded as unique skills in swordsmanship.
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The same sword technique used in his hands was naturally very different from that used in Fan Dongliu's hands. The power and change of the sword were more than a hundred times stronger than before.
Feng Ziyue mustered up his energy and tried his best to achieve a draw.
On top of the city tower, thousands of sword energy were seen, scattering the flying snow. The two of them each used their unique skills, tumbling and rolling, and in the blink of an eye, they had fought hundreds of moves.
"drink!"
Long Buyang fought vigorously, with amber light circling and dancing around him, just like a swimming dragon. The blade of the sword was originally only a foot short, but it brought out several feet of sword light, circling and circling.
Feng Ziyue's swordsmanship seemed to be much slower than his. He just stabbed out sword after sword slowly, and the soldiers came to cover the water and the earth. It was quite satisfactory. It was only by chance that he counterattacked with a sword, but it was not
It was so sharp that Long Buyang had to return his sword to defend.
"happy!"
Long Buyang shouted loudly, "Little friend Feng, I didn't expect that you are proficient in various swordsmanship, and you are even more fluent in the changes. I have been using the sword for decades, but I am far behind you!"
In a fierce battle with hundreds of moves, Long Buyang used all his own original swordsmanship. These swordsmanship was created accidentally by his inspiration. I am afraid that there are not two or three people in the world who have seen it so well that it can be said that they can win by surprise.
But Feng Ziyue was still able to deal with it. No matter how strange Long Buyang's sword moves were, he always had corresponding sword techniques to deal with them. Long Buyang changed six or seven sets of sword techniques and made more than a hundred moves.
, but Feng Ziyue used at least twenty or thirty sets of various sword techniques to resolve all his attacks.
The most powerful thing is that Feng Ziyue can use the sword techniques of various schools at his fingertips, and there are no obstacles in the connection. It is like a set of sword techniques. It is extremely smooth, just like flowing clouds and flowing water. This level,
This cannot be achieved by memorizing hundreds of sets of sword techniques.
Even Long Buyang himself, although he was widely involved in the swordsmanship of various schools, could not do it in one go like this young man.
He was surprised and delighted, knowing that he had met a genius among swordsmanship geniuses.
This state of mastery and fluency not only requires a natural keen understanding of sword moves, but also requires long-term hard practice - if someone is born with such a skill, he or she is a super genius in swordsmanship.
No, even a super genius cannot do this!
Long Buyang shook his head and looked at Feng Ziyue with even more surprise.
This young man is only sixteen years old. Even if he started practicing swordsmanship from his mother's womb, he should not be able to reach such a state where he can move freely and follow his heart's desires.
Without twenty or thirty years of hard training, even a genius would not be able to reach this point.
"Even if it's that person..."
Long Buyang's face darkened. He had always been conceited about his genius, and he could do things that others took time to do just by looking at them.
In martial arts, it took others ten years to practice, but he only needed to practice for one year. This monster-like talent made him famous as a strange man, but it also made him too proud when he was young.
It wasn't until decades ago that he met someone who was more talented, more diligent, and more dedicated than him. After a complete defeat, Long Buyang finally woke up and retired from self-righteousness.
Over the past few decades, he has cultivated his moral character and become more discerning.
Could it be that today, I am going to meet someone whose talent is better than my own?
Long Buyang thought in his mind, and his sword skills slowed down involuntarily. Feng Ziyue took this opportunity and immediately launched a counterattack. His sword flickered, exuding a fierce momentum, the tip of the sword turned back, and stabbed Long Buyang in the face.
Door.
The momentum is majestic and full of determination to move forward.
"Good! What a great swordsmanship! The spring breeze will not pass through Yumen Pass! It really comes at the right time!"
Long Buyang laughed loudly and intercepted with his horizontal sword. However, under this decisive strike, the sword light collapsed and he had no choice but to fly back.
This is the first time the two have fought against each other in a hundred moves!
Feng Ziyue shouted, and without stopping, stabbed out three more swords in a series.
"The snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as mats!"
"General, the bow and sword are covered with heavy snow!"
"There are no friends from Yangguan in the west!"
Every move of the sword technique of breaking out of the fortress has no return, and is extremely decisive. Now that Feng Ziyue is stepping on the Yumen Pass, taking advantage of the momentum of this cold border pass, the power of this set of sword techniques is fully displayed.
For a moment, Long Buyang could not hide his eagerness and backed away step by step, but his face was full of smiles.
After entering Xiantian, the strength of martial arts is closely related to the time, place, and people.
If you go against the will of heaven, you will end up with your hands and feet tied, and the aura of the place can seriously affect the performance of martial arts.
For example, if you use fire-based martial arts on the vast blue sea, no matter how powerful you are, it will always be at a discount; just like Yu Qianren, the king of the sea, if he uses Water Dragon Song in the desert, he can only display 60 to 70% of his power at most.
power.
These are naturally relatively obvious.
Like Feng Ziyue, who borrowed the majestic energy of Yumen Pass for thousands of years and the nostalgia and heroism of those who left the fortress, and used this peerless swordsmanship to go out of the fortress, heaven, earth and man became one, and their energy and concentration were concentrated. Even Long Buyang,
Nor can it show its sharpness head-on.
"If this continues, I will be defeated by you!"
Long Buyang gave a long laugh, flicked his sword, and the surrounding scene suddenly changed!
There are ten miles of peach blossoms, the warm spring breeze, the clear waves of the creek, and the beauty is bathing, smiling beautifully, and the laughter like silver bells is faintly heard, it is really fragrant and beautiful!
Long Buyang was forced to fight with Feng Ziyue's sword skills, and he was the first to call out the battle scene.
Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms and Gentle Country is the Tomb of Iron-Blooded Young Heroes.
Long Buyang was wearing a fluttering green robe, holding a sword and standing under the peach blossom tree. All he could see were the petals flying and his white beard flowing. He looked like a fairy.
Feng Ziyue's sword technique immediately seemed out of place under the warm spring breeze and peach blossoms. Long Buyang looked back and struck him with a sword, forcing him back immediately.
"When you are sober, you just sit in front of the flowers; when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers!"
Long Buyang chanted a poem softly, and the sword light was gentle, but it forced Feng Ziyue to retreat continuously.
"Little friend Feng used poetry as a sword just now. His ambition was fierce, but he was too strong. Young people are strong-blooded, and they are wary of fighting. Strongness is easy to break. Why not try my peach blossom fairy sword and sing the words in these words?
How about gentleness?”
He kept talking, but the sword light was getting faster and faster. The front end of the amber light showed the shape of petals, floating down like a dream.
"Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers fall and flowers bloom year after year."
The charming and gentle poems turn into a murderous sword, and the beautiful petals tremble slightly and make people's hearts break, but if they are not careful at all, they will die under this gentle and beautiful sword.
Feng Ziyue retreated continuously, forced by the lingering sword light to have almost no strength to fight back.
Just hearing the sound of chi chi, the white clothes on his body were actually cut off by Long Buyang's dagger!
"Good swordsmanship!"
Feng Ziyue gave a high praise, turned over and backed away, the sword light changed again, and the scene behind him also changed accordingly.
Solitary and lonely, the top of the tower is always bright!