After Feng Yuli was silent for a long time, he turned to look at Feng Wan'er who was still sitting in the chariot: "Wan'er, is this the distinguished guest you brought back?"
"My guest is just the third son of the Xie family. As for Xiao Zuo, he is the master of Tianxiao Cloud Realm. His coming and going here does not require the consent of any of us." Feng Wan'er said slowly.
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"Okay." Feng Yuli threw the sapphire scepter in his hand heavily to the ground, "Nephew, in your heart, is your second uncle just a waste with disabled legs?"
Feng Zuojun shook his head: "I have never had any disrespect for my second uncle in my heart...although, I don't have any admiration for him."
"Okay, if you want to challenge me, then go ahead. It's just that the sword has no eyes, and you are responsible for life and death." Feng Yuli walked down, leaning on the sapphire scepter, "Bring me my sword." Waiting for Feng Yuli to arrive.
At the center of the Wufang Platform, there were already three disciples waiting there carrying a heavy sword. Feng Yuli inserted the sapphire scepter in his hand on the ground, and then picked up the heavy sword.
"This person has limited legs and feet, but he uses an exaggeratedly heavy knife?" Xie Yuling asked in surprise.
Nangong Xi'er frowned slightly, with a bit of worry in her tone: "This sword is called Tiger Wing."
"My ancestors of the Feng family created this world of dawn with three famous swords. One sword is named Cicada Wing, which is light and elegant, almost transparent. The other sword is made of Yue Han, a poisonous blade. It seals the throat when it sees blood. The remaining one,
It's the tiger wing in my hand." Feng Yuli picked up the heavy knife easily, "It's made of the meteorite stone and weighs one hundred and thirty-two kilograms. When the knife came out, it was as powerful as thunder, shocking the world.
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Feng Zuojun waved the long knife in his hand impatiently: "I just knocked out a mountain disciple and took it. It doesn't have a name."
"Your father never passed the Cicada Wing Knife to you." Feng Yuli said meaningfully.
"I said that I don't want it. If I haven't become a celebrity, I want a famous sword. One day, I will become famous all over the world. No matter what sword I use in my hand, it will become a famous sword. I have already thought about the name of my future sword.
Maybe what I was holding in my hand at that time was carefully crafted by a master forging swords, or maybe it was bought casually with a few taels of silver from a roadside blacksmith shop, but he only had one name." Feng Zuojun waved the long knife in his hand and pointed it at Feng.
Yuli, "It's called Invincible."
"What a spirit!" Feng Yuli shouted angrily, "Come on!"
"Come on, the wind is blowing, nine thousand miles away!" Feng Zuojun suddenly swung his sword and slashed at Feng Yuli.
Feng Yuli also shouted at the same time: "The wind is blowing, nine thousand miles away!"
The two knives collided with a "bang" sound. Feng Yuli stood motionless on the spot, while Feng Zuojun flew out and landed on the ground, taking eleven steps back.
Feng Yuli has practiced the Dafeng Sword Technique inherited from the Feng family for decades more than Feng Zuojun. Naturally, his attainments in sword technique and internal strength are much higher. But in
During the years when Feng Yuhan was in charge of Tianxiaoyun Realm, Feng Yuli had always lived in seclusion, and every time he appeared at the ceremony, he gave people the feeling of being seriously ill. In the hearts of many people, Feng Yuli was already half a man.
He was a useless person, but the sword strike just now shocked everyone in the field. The momentum of the sword slashed at will should at least be the strength of the Fuyao Realm.
Even Mu Bei and Liu Duohan who were on the high platform frowned slightly, and then looked at each other. Mu Bei smiled: "It seems that Feng Er, the master of the family, is hiding his secrets."
Liu Duohan sighed: "If you want to survive in our sect, who can be as simple as it seems?"
"When the strong wind rises, thousands of miles of sorrow will come!" Feng Zuojun paused slightly on the ground, then jumped up and charged forward again with his sword.
"The strong wind is blowing, thousands of miles of sorrow!" Feng Yuli also shouted at the same time. He swung his long sword and the two swords touched each other. Then he pressed hard and completely suppressed Feng Zuojun's long sword. Feng Zuojun was right.
His legs went weak and he knelt half on the ground. He gritted his teeth and barely managed to block Feng Yuli's tiger wings with his knife.
"It is said that the second master of the Feng family is mediocre in martial arts. When I met him today, I realized that he is not inferior to the first master." Mu Bei said meaningfully.
"Have you seen my elder brother's knife?" Feng Waner said suddenly.
Mu Bei was stunned and smiled awkwardly: "I guess I've seen it before."
"My elder brother's sword skills are not so clumsy." Feng Wan'er snorted coldly.
Liu Duohan took a sip of tea and said slowly: "It does look a bit like Master Feng Da."
Feng Yuli increased the strength on his hand. Seeing Feng Zuojun struggling, the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Nephew, how is your second uncle's sword skills? Do you think he is worthy of this famous sword?"
Feng Zuojun suddenly smiled and his expression became extremely relaxed. It seemed that everything he had just done was fake. He sighed: "The so-called gale style is about momentum. You do have a bit of domineering, but like
You are copying a cat to a tiger, but the shape is not what it means. Is the so-called momentum just louder and more arrogant? The difference is too far, too far. You are imitating my father in both sword skills and sword movements, but my father uses a thin knife.
A knife as strong as a cicada's wings can be swung with the force of thousands of mountains. If you use a tiger's wing weighing a hundred kilograms, it will only be stronger and the sound will be louder!"
Nangong Xi'er was slightly surprised when she heard this: "Feng Zuojun always dozed off during class during the day. When did he become so literary? The famous swordsman's words just now made me sit up and take notice. Now this speech
The words are just like... spoken by Mr. Confucian Sage."
Xie Yuling smiled and did not point out anything, but said: "Then it depends on whether Feng Zuojun's sword swing can be as powerful as he said."
Feng Yuli was stunned for a moment. He remembered that when he was young, he always sat silently in a wheelchair and watched his brother wielding a knife again and again in the yard. He envied his brother and also dreamed of
One day he would be able to wield a knife like him. Later, he was finally able to stand up from the wheelchair, but he was still ashamed to pick up his knife because he always felt that those strange eyes were always following him, so that he could only dare to
Only late at night did he dare to practice swordsmanship in his own courtyard. He imitated his brother's appearance and swung the sword again and again, just so that one day, he could strike out with a sword under the sun and amaze everyone.
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"Image a cat and draw a tiger." Feng Yuli murmured in a low voice.
Feng Zuojun jumped away from Feng Yuli's sword, then jumped up high, and then slashed with his sword: "Great wind style, look at you."
Feng Yuli frowned: "Why is there such a look in the gale style?"
"I created it myself. It fell from the sky and looked down upon the world." Feng Zuojun said proudly.