"Today's young people are so arrogant, and their IQs are really low. They think they can be unscrupulous with a set of golden weapons." Feng Xian didn't take Hua Qianwu seriously at all, and instead of retreating, he advanced, which looked like suicide.
Usually rush towards Hua Qianwu's spear.
"Seeking death." Hua Qianwu vibrated his spear, and the flames on the spear radiated brightly, forming a brilliance like a fire dragon, speeding up to stab the wind string.
"Missed!" After Hua Qianwu took out the gun, her pupils suddenly shrank. She clearly saw Feng Xian rushing towards her spear. When she actually stabbed it out, she found that Feng Xian had somehow dodged to the other side.
He turned sideways and dodged past her.
Feng Xian didn't bother to use Mo Dao at all. The moment he passed by Hua Qianwu, he directly whipped Hua Qianwu on the buttocks and kicked her away.
Only then did Hua Mingyang react. After slashing at Feng Xian, who was very close at hand, he found that the person he wanted to chop suddenly appeared on the other side of him, and the knife completely struck the empty space.
Snapped!
Hua Mingyang was also kicked out, Feng Xian rushed into the knights without stopping, and then only saw a handsome figure passing through the crowd, and then each figure screamed and flew up,
It fell in all directions in a mess, and the appearance of the fall was varied.
The knights found that their spears were clearly aimed at the man, but after thrusting out, they found that there was no one there. Then they only felt a pain in their buttocks, and they flew up and hit the wall hard.
Only then did Bai Candong realize that his "One-quarter" movement technique was really a bit blasphemous to Feng Xian's "One-half" movement technique. Feng Xian's movement technique had reached an inhuman level and was superb.
Unrivaled.
If Feng Xian's "Half" movement technique is like a noble white swan, then Bai Cangdong feels that his "One Quarter" movement technique is still a newly born little pheasant, with a bare buttocks and even hair.
Neither of them are complete, and they are totally different.
"How about it, brat, this is the real form of movement. I only charge five hundred years of life. Isn't that expensive?" After kicking everyone away, Hua Qianwu and others knew that they had stepped on an iron plate.
No one dared to come up again, Feng Xian smiled and patted the dust off his body, and said to Bai Candong.
"It's not expensive, it's not expensive at all. It's so worth it." Bai Candong nodded repeatedly. If he could learn such a movement skill, he would only make a profit in a thousand years, let alone five hundred years of life.
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and bring me the life scale. I will teach you right away and give you a free live demonstration." Feng Xian was naturally mocking Hua Qianwu and others. It was impossible to really teach Bai Candong here.
"There is no life scale. Can you teach it for free?" Bai Candong's answer made Feng Xian want to vomit blood. Fortunately, Feng Xian didn't really want to teach Bai Candong.
"Bullying juniors is nothing, Feng Xian, you are really getting more and more mean." A man in white armor came with a sword, his eyebrows were like swords and his lips were ridged, he was handsome yet masculine.
The sword light rotates like the wind and goes directly to Feng Xian's heart. The golden light shines charmingly.
Feng Xian's expression changed, he pulled out the Mo Dao with his backhand and struck directly at the sword light. The sword light collided with the sword light and did not explode immediately. The sword light rotated and impacted like a drill, while the sword light quickly cut up and down, trying to cut the sword light.
The sword light cuts off.
Bang!
In the end, no one could take advantage of the sword light and the sword light, and at the same time they exploded into tiny pieces of light and dissipated into the air.
"Mo Sangsheng, you're not dead yet?" Feng Xian retracted his knife and said mockingly.
"You're not dead, so how could I die? If you want to bully the younger members of my Hua family, ask me about my sword first." Mo Sangsheng drew his sword again.
"If you want to play, I'll play with you and see if your sword-breaking skills have improved." Feng Xian took out the sword without hesitation.
The two of them did not fight again. After all, the space in the cave was too small. If the two of them used their divine light with all their strength, they would inevitably hurt others.
"Who is that person? He is so powerful?" Bai Candong looked at Mo Sangsheng and was very shocked. Mo Sangsheng's sword skills were unique and his body skills were also very strange. He was not weaker than Feng Xian's "Half"
Shenfa.
"Mo Sangsheng, Hua Qianwu's uncle, the strongest man in the Hua family." Fengxian said.
"Why is the strongest man in the Hua family named Mo Sangsheng?" Bai Candong asked in confusion.
"Because Mo Sangsheng is not a biological son of the Hua family, but Hua Qianwu's grandfather, the son of the ex-husband of the second concubine, so his surname is Mo. If not, with Mo Sangsheng's talent and martial arts, the Hua family will definitely
It's him who takes the lead, and it won't be Hua Qianwu's father's turn."
"What a terrifying swordsmanship." The more Bai Candong watched, the more terrifying Mo Sangsheng's swordsmanship became.
"That's of course. Back then, Fenghua City's two swords and one sword were said to be invincible at the same level. The two swords referred to Uncle Qi, and the sword referred to Mo Sangsheng. Back then, Uncle Qi and Mo Sangsheng fought seven times in total. Uncle Qi
After winning four games, Mo Sangsheng won three games. It can be said that it is hard to tell the difference between the two opponents."
Bai Candong watched the fight between the two and focused on Mo Sangsheng's movement. His movement was completely different from Feng Xian's. It was not so weird and chaotic, nor was it particularly fast.
, but the timing of each step is very critical. Maybe his continuous movement speed is not fast, but the speed between steps is extremely fast.
Looking at Mo Sangsheng's movements, three words "Blade Step" came to Bai Candong's mind.
Mo Sangsheng's body technique is simply a viscount-level version of the Blade Step. It is naturally far more subtle than the Blade Step, and it also has more ways to use the divine light of his life, but its essence is very similar to the Blade Step.
Bai Candong has been watching Mo Sangsheng's movement skills. Because he has the foundation of Blade Step, it is easier for him to see through the mystery of Mo Sangsheng's movement skills. When he infers the way the natal divine light operates, it is easier than inferring the "Two Points"
1. The body technique is much simpler.
It's just like imitating the "Half of a Half" Shenfa, he can't copy Mo Sansheng's way of operating the natal divine light. He can only follow his own understanding of the body method, and then operate the natal divine light to make the natal divine light operate in the same way.
More in line with the body method.
The consequence of this was that Bai Cangdong's movement techniques suddenly turned into crude knock-offs. Although the functions were the same, the effects and completeness were much worse. They needed to be slowly improved and improved. This was not something that could be done in a moment.
What can be accomplished in a short period of time requires accumulation over time and constant improvement in combat.
After reading the movement technique, Bai Candong became interested in Mo Sangsheng's sword technique again. However, after watching it for a while, he found that just like Feng Xian's sword technique, it itself contained a very profound method of using the divine light of destiny.
It is difficult to imitate. Unlike Shenfa, which is based on Shenfa and supplemented by the divine light of one's destiny, it is of little use to imitate it reluctantly.
The swords crossed each other, and Feng Xian and Mo Sangsheng exited the battle circle in unison.
Feng Xian laughed and said: "Your swordsmanship is still so bad. If you want to win against me, you should wait until the next life."
"I can't defeat you, how can you defeat me? At least I still have descendants who can pass on my martial arts skills. I'm afraid your martial arts skills will end here."
Mo Sangsheng's words made Feng Xian's face change greatly. Mo Sangsheng's words were also very sinister, implying that the Feng family had no heirs.
Feng Xian is a woman, and her natal chart has been damaged. Even if her natal chart is not damaged, it is impossible to inherit Feng Xian's martial arts completely.
Fengxian is good at swords, but Fengxian's martial arts is the skill of double swords. Using martial arts with both hands is a talent in itself, and not everyone can practice it. Unfortunately, Fengxian does not have the ability to use martial arts with both hands.
With his talent, even if he reluctantly learns Feng Xian's martial arts, it is impossible to practice it to the extreme, and it is really of no use.
As for Feng Xian's body skills, it is not so easy to pass on. Body skills like "Half of a Half", in addition to the skills of the martial arts itself and the use of the natal divine light, also require psychological training when actually using it.
The game requires the matching of personality and physical skills.
Unfortunately, Fengxian's personality is not suitable for the "Half" body technique, so the martial arts skills practiced by Fengxian are completely different from Fengxian.
"Who said my martial arts skills would end here? I have already found a successor, who is definitely much better than your useless descendant." Feng Xian said word by word with his teeth almost broken.
"Really? Then we might as well agree on a date and let our descendants compete to see who is more powerful with your double sword or my single sword." Mo Sangsheng raised his eyebrows.
"Okay, let our descendants fight in twenty years, and I guarantee you will lose miserably." Feng Xian is not stupid, he doesn't have any descendants, so he set the time at twenty years later, and he will
You can have time to slowly find a successor and train him carefully, and you may not lose to Mo Sangsheng's successor.
"Twenty years? You might as well wait until we are all dead. I'll wait for you at the old place in twenty days. If you have the seed, bring your heir. If you don't, don't show up in front of me. I'll treat you as yours for the rest of your life."
Go ahead and do it." After saying this, Mo Sangsheng ignored Feng Xian's reaction and left the Ancient Demon Cave with the Hua family brothers and sisters.
"That bastard Mo Sangsheng is still as sinister and cunning as before. He knows clearly that I have no descendants, but he still wants to take advantage of me. How can I bear this tone? I'm so angry." Feng Xian's teeth were filled with hatred.
It was itchy, but there was nothing he could do. He had been fighting with Mo Sangsheng his whole life, but he had never been so depressed.
"Uncle Qi, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me..." Fengxian felt uncomfortable. The Feng family was really going to completely decline in her generation. The former No. 1 family in Fenghua City would never be the same again.
It’s hard to see the scenery of the past.
"What does it have to do with you? It's all because that guy Mo Sangsheng is despicable and despicable..." Mo Sangsheng was scolding him happily. When his eyes glanced at Bai Candong, he suddenly stopped cursing.
"You brat, I have decided to accept you as my apprentice and teach you all my martial arts skills for free." Feng Xian looked at Bai Candong with a smile and said.