Including the Ming Dynasty, when Mo Qingyan was appointed, they also issued notices to the world to explain the matter clearly.
Nowadays, whether it is Nangong Ruoxue or Mo Qingyan, a happy life is his greatest comfort.
For them and Nan Yanxi, Nangong Wenjian only had blessings and no other emotions.
Now, Xiang Yang brought this matter up and deliberately slandered Mo Qingyan's reputation, making Nangong Wenjian, who had been calm just now, instantly furious!
Seeing his reaction, Nangong Wenjian stopped entangled with him and waved the green lotus sword in his hand.
Pointing directly at Xiang Yang: "You little thief! Don't say any dirty words here. I have already explained clearly what happened back then!"
"Since you are seeking death, I will send you to see your father today!"
"Look at my Qinglian swordsmanship!"
After saying that, the beautiful silver sword made a sword flower in the air, and each person and the sword instantly turned into an afterimage, stabbing Xiang Yang directly.
Seeing this, Xiang Yang was immediately shocked. He knew that Nangong Wenjian's skill was definitely not inferior to his father's.
Naturally, he didn't dare to neglect him. Seeing him coming, Xiang Yang swung his long sword in his hand and directly used the most powerful move of Liquan Sword Technique.
One person and one sword turned into a black afterimage and faced Nangong Wenjian.
"When...when...when..."
In just an instant, the two of them passed more than a dozen moves.
At this time, Nangong Wenjian couldn't help but admire Xiang Tianxing's teaching ability.
In the duel just now, both of them used their full strength. The dozen or so moves they used in the instant duel were all their strongest killing moves.
But even so, Xiang Yang was able to fight Nangong Wenjian back and forth without falling behind at all.
This fully demonstrates that Xiang Tianxing was very successful in cultivating Xiang Yang.
While Nangong Wenjian was in admiration, he couldn't help but think of the goods he had collected.
The boss, Gu Wenzhao, has no martial arts talent. Even if Nangong Wenjian taught him with all his strength, he only learned a superficial knowledge in the end.
The second eldest child, Ye Wanqiu, has pretty good talent, but like Gu Wenzhao, his mind is not on the martial arts but on the court.
In the end, I only learned a little bit about it.
Not to mention his own daughter Nangong Ruoxue, who has the Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu.
Even Nan Yanxi, who had no inner strength back then, could be easily defeated.
Nan Yanxi and Situ Yan followed him for the shortest time, and they didn't learn anything essential.
After careful calculation, Ling Yihan and Mo Qingyan learned pretty well.
But even so, those two people are probably no match for Xiang Yang now. It is not an exaggeration to say that this guy is now a first-rate master.
So when it comes to teaching disciples, Nangong Wenjian feels inferior to him.
"When...when...when..."
The battle between the two continued, and the two armies around them gradually entered a fever pitch, and the scene was once very tragic.
Although Nangong Wenjian admired Xiang Tianxing in teaching his apprentices, it did not mean that he would be merciful when facing his son.
As a grandmaster of a generation, it is really a great regret in life that he has never been able to have a good fight with an equally matched opponent.
Now that I have finally found someone who can live up to his true legacy, I will naturally go all out.
Under the blessing of such a mood, Nangong Wenjian could be said to have become more courageous as he fought, and the silver sword in his hand turned into afterimages.
For a moment, Xiang Yang only felt that the shadow of the sword was everywhere in front of him, and the whistling sound in his ears was endless.
Then he took up ten of his power and attacked Nangong Wenjian.
Today's Xiang Yang, although he has obtained all the true inheritance of Xiang Tianxing, his internal strength is infinitely close to these old masters.
But infinite proximity does not mean equality, nor does it mean being comparable to them.
No matter how hard Xiang Yang practices, no matter how talented he is, he is still decades behind these older generation masters.
The accumulation of internal strength and combat experience are incomparable to him.
Luck attacks with all his strength and uses superior swordsmanship. He can resist for a short period of time, but it cannot last long.
The two of them exchanged moves, flashed and moved, and in just a short time, they had passed nearly a hundred moves.
To an outsider, the two of them seemed to be in a deadlock, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that Xiang Yang was almost unable to resist.
Nangong Wenjian, who was a direct participant, also felt this way. Xiang Yang's swordsmanship gradually began to slow down, become chaotic, and become weak.
Although Xiang Yang tried his best to hide it and even resorted to risking his life, this feeling was still obvious and getting worse.
The experienced Nangong Wenjian pinpointed the source of his problem with just one glance.
There is no problem with his proficiency in swordsmanship, and Liquan swordsmanship is also a top-notch swordsmanship. Now it is in decline. The main problem is Xiang Yang's internal strength.
Although at this time he was already one of the best among the younger generation, there was still a gap between him and Nangong Wenjian.
As soon as the two of them fought, Nangong Wenjian's pure and vast internal energy continuously attacked Xiang Yang through the sword.
As for Xiang Yang, he could only activate his internal energy to assist with sword and body movements, while at the same time mobilizing his internal energy to wrestle with Nangong Wenjian. The problem of insufficient internal energy was particularly obvious.
Today, Xiang Yang has gradually begun to lose strength.
Seeing this, the wily Nangong Wenjian immediately seized the opportunity and started to attack fiercely, and the frequency of attacks with the long sword in his hand became faster and faster.
The silver sword turned into an afterimage in front of him.
"When...when...when..."
As the sound of metal colliding became more and more urgent, Xiang Yang's swordsmanship gradually became messy.
Suddenly, due to fatigue, Xiang Yang swung his sword, but in a hurry, a fatal flaw was revealed.
Nangong Wenjian saw the opportunity, flipped his wrist, raised the tip of the sword, and landed directly on Xiang Yang's sword handle, shouting: "Go!"
Looking at Xiang Yang again, his expression suddenly changed, and the sword in his hand flew out of his hand in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, before Xiang Yang could react, Nangong Wenjian flew up and kicked Xiang Yang four or five times in the chest with both feet.
"Bang...bang...bang..."
With a series of sounds of physical blows, Xiang Yang's body retreated sharply, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
"puff..."
Looking at him again, his body was like a short-stringed kite, flying more than ten steps away before falling heavily to the ground.
"Cough...cough cough..."
When Xiang Yang landed on the ground, his complexion instantly looked like a piece of gold paper, sallow and sallow, and the blood remaining at the corner of his mouth indicated that he was seriously injured this time.
"Young Master...Young Master..." Seeing Xiang Yang's defeat, all the soldiers around him hurriedly swarmed up and helped him up.
They all asked with concern: "Young Master, are you okay..."
"Ahem...it doesn't matter..." Xiang Yang waved his hand, stood still with the help of his hand, and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He raised his head and looked at Nangong Wenjian, cupped his hands and said, "Senior Nangong is so good at martial arts... I am so convinced that I lost..."
"For someone so young to be able to practice to your level is already amazing!" Nangong Wenjian couldn't help but praise.