Feng Zuojun's sword fell, shattering the entire ground within three feet, forcing Feng Yuli to retreat sharply with the sword, staggering several steps before stopping.
"Autumn water flows into the sea, and it flows endlessly." Feng Zuojun then put away his sword, made his signature move, and put the sword on his shoulder, "Sky high, thousands of miles a day."
Nangong Xi'er stood up in surprise: "When he came down the mountain, Mr. Feng Zuo was still one step away from the Autumn Water Realm, but with that knife just now, he seemed to have touched the threshold of the Fuyao Realm."
Xie Yuling smiled. It seemed that the trip with the Confucian sage had a great impact on both him and Feng Zuojun. Although he only said a few words while watching the sword by the lake, the stunning sword had already impressed Feng Zuo.
You opened up a whole new world.
"Look." Outside Wufang Stage, Feng Yuhan shook his head and smiled, "You are so young, you are already so arrogant."
"When the ancestors of the Feng family created the Gale Style, they only had three moves: wind rising, wind falling, and wind extinguishing. Later, after a hundred years of inheritance, there were twelve moves of the previous generation. The other nine moves were named Nine Thousand Miles, Ten Thousand Miles of Sorrow, Regret for the Country, and Drunk.
Spring breeze, perfect sleep, gentle rain, flowers on the road, endless fire, flowers falling from the sky. Now it is fifteen poses, because my father created the other three poses, and I will live my life with a smile, clouds, dragons, winds and tigers, and people will be saved under the sword." Feng Zuo
Jun held the sword across his chest, "Second uncle, you are far behind. Only when you wield your own sword can you be called the master of the Tianxiao Cloud Realm!"
"Picture a cat and draw a tiger." Feng Yuli looked at his tiger wings and still muttered these four words.
Feng Zuojun frowned slightly, and when Feng Yuli seemed to be distracted, he immediately rushed forward with his sword again and slashed at Feng Yuli. Feng Zuojun's sword swung very fast, and after the scornful strike just now, the entire
The man's aura was different, his sword skills were smooth and done in one go. Feng Yuli stood on the spot as steady as a mountain, swung his heavy sword and blocked all Feng Zuojun's swords, but his eyes were empty, as if he was still thinking about Feng Zuojun.
Zuo Jun’s words.
What is my own swordsmanship...?
I envy my eldest brother's chicness, his boldness, his romantic style, and his arrogance in looking down at everyone as soon as he lifts the knife and drops it. So what is my own knife?
Feng Yuli suddenly raised his head and looked at Feng Zuojun: "My sword is a sword that exists in the dark night."
Feng Zuojun was stunned: "Second uncle, why have you suddenly become elegant and melancholy?"
"Your words remind me of something." Feng Yuli suddenly swung his sword, and the intention of the sword on the tiger's wings suddenly changed. It no longer had the domineering and brutality just now, but instead had a bit of femininity and kindness.
Melancholy comes slowly and horizontally.
"Is this, the gale-style sleeping without time?" Feng Zuojun hurriedly swung his sword to catch it, but found that this time the sword force seemed to be soft, but there were successive layers of sword force coming one after another, and he was caught in the tiger's mouth.
He was numb from the shock, and the long knife almost came out of his hand.
While sitting in the chariot, Su Baiyi said with emotion: "It seems that those words just now have benefited the second master Feng a lot."
"This must not have been something Zuo Jun came up with. It must have been pointed out by an expert. Mian Wuxia's move was originally created by a female family head back then. The sword's best position is narrow, long and soft, but it still feels like it in my hand.
They are arrogant and domineering. The sword skills are the same, but the power of the sword is different. My second brother's personality is very different from mine. If I swing a sword like me, I will only lead to a dead end." Feng Yuhan
Said calmly.
Su Baiyi asked: "Master Feng, do you think senior brother will lose?"
Feng Yuhan shook his head and said: "Zuo Jun is still too young."
"Youth is an advantage, not a disadvantage." Su Baiyi smiled.
"Second Uncle deserves a big compliment for his sword skills!" Feng Zuojun seemed to be in a better mood than before. He swung the long sword in his hand more vigorously and fought Feng Yuli back and forth. This battle
At first, people thought that the contest would be decided in an instant, but it went back and forth, which was really exciting.
"Fourth...fourth uncle?" A young woman walked up to the fourth uncle's side, "Are they using the same sword technique?"
The fourth uncle was also dazzled by what he saw, and his forehead was already covered with sweat. He wiped the sweat and swallowed: "These... are indeed the gale style... but why are they so different."
In the field, Zuo Jun was sweating profusely as he swung his sword. Each sword was a wide-open and wide-open slash, while Feng Yuli held his position firmly. Every move was slow and gentle. It was like two sets of sword techniques, but four
My uncle has been practicing the Gale Style for many years, and he clearly sees moves that he is familiar with.
"Cousin, does he have a chance to win?" The young woman lowered her head slightly, with some worry in her tone.
The fourth uncle was stunned for a moment: "Do you hope... that he will win?"
"Well..." The young woman nodded, and then suddenly shouted to the audience, "Cousin! Come on!"
This sudden voice reached the audience. Feng Zuojun was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "It's Sister Ruyi."
Following that shout, the stadium suddenly became commotion, and then there were voices coming one after another, mostly shouts such as "Young Master, you have to win." Without exception, they were all cheers from young women.
Nangong Xi'er smiled and said: "It seems that Mr. Feng Zuo is quite popular in the Tianxiao Cloud Realm." But for some reason, at this moment, Nangong Xi'er thought of Su Baiyi who had been missing for many days, and the smile on her face returned.
After disappearing, she turned around and looked around again, and found the blue chariot parked quietly outside the Wufang Terrace. She frowned slightly and had a guess in her mind.
Mu Bei and Liu Duohan on the high platform also noticed the blue chariot. Mu Bei didn't care about the duel below. In their plan, Feng Zuojun was destined to fail today.
Liu Duohan said calmly: "The aura in that chariot is wrong."
Mu Bei laughed and said, "I didn't expect Master Liu to be angry."
Liu Duohan shook his head and said, "It's just intuition."
"What kind of intuition?" Mu Bei asked.
"Having experienced the intuition of life and death several times." Liu Duohan took a sip of tea.
At this moment, the fourth uncle on the stage was even more worried and sweating: "Nonsense, nonsense! This is a major event that determines the position of the sect leader, and it is not a competition in the ring. How can you cheer loudly! What a nonsense! What a nonsense!"
The young woman pouted, feeling very unhappy in her heart. They, Tianxiaoyun Realm, were very famous in Daze Mansion. When people mentioned them, they would think of the legendary Sect Master Feng Yuhan who was carrying a sword. If he could represent them in the future,
He turned into this lame second-in-command with a weird personality, which really ruined the scene. But Feng Zuojun is young, handsome, and has an arrogant and unruly personality. It will be a new story for them to become the sect leader. They
Don’t young people from all over the world like such good stories?
But Feng Zuojun in the audience didn't think so. He suddenly admired the second uncle in front of him. The second uncle was able to practice sword skills like this despite his disability. He must have put in far more effort than ordinary people. Regardless of
Whatever the result was, this alone was enough to gain Feng Zuojun's approval.
Unfortunately……
"My father's disappearance was caused by my second uncle?" Feng Zuojun asked loudly.
The whole place was shocked, and after a moment of uproar, there was a moment of silence.
Then Feng Yuli answered with one word.
The cloud realm disciples all over the mountain felt as if they had been struck by lightning.