The heavens begin with Hongquan

Chapter 288 [Broken Italian Style]

Thinking about the cliff, the mountain wind hunts.

With Hong Kang's long sword in his hand, his momentum suddenly changed, like the abyss like the sea.

An indescribable feeling permeated the air, and the chirping of insects and birds seemed to be suppressed.

Yue Buqun and the other three who were watching the battle felt a chill all over their bodies, their hairs stood on end, and they were busy using their internal energy to get rid of this discomfort.

what's going on? ?

But when Feng Qingyang felt this strangeness, his pupils shone brightly.

"You also mastered the sword intent?!"

"No, it should be Saber Intent! Uh...not accurate..."

Feng Qingyang thought that Hong Kang had reached the pinnacle of sword skills.

Hong Kang deflected his sword and reminded: "Mr. Feng, be careful."

shuh~
Hong Kang's figure flickered, approaching suddenly, and the long knife slashed down in the air.

"Chila~!"

The blade sliced ​​through the air ahead, making a shrill sound of piercing through the air.

With this knife, Hong Kang held his true energy and did not let it go. He only waited for the sword to strike, and the knife force suddenly spewed out.

The amount of true energy in Hong Kang's body cannot allow him to recklessly unleash the long-distance saber energy that he had before.

"So fast!!"

Feng Qingyang was startled, Hong Kang's movement speed was more than double that of the previous few days when they fought against each other.

"Good boy! It seems that I saved a hand before!"

[Huashan School]'s lightness kung fu is not bad, but compared to Hong Kang's speed, it is still more than a notch behind.

Feng Qingyang stabbed out with a straight sword, facing Hong Kang's blade, the sword's strength surged.

"Keng~~!"

Swords and swords collided, and their strengths offset each other.

Feng Qingyang only felt numbness in his arm, there was no abnormality on his face, but he was crying in his heart.

"This kid's strength is too heavy, he can't be head-on, and he should avoid the truth."

Hong Kang failed in the first strike, and then he slashed straight at the head again.

But Feng Qingyang followed Hong Kang's empty door and pointed his sword at his right chest.

He wanted to force him to return to defense, and then he continued to strike with his sword.

Unexpectedly, regardless of Hong Kang's disregard, he still slashed straight down, as if he wanted to exchange injuries with Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang was naturally unwilling, halfway through the sword, he flicked his wrist, bent the tip of the sword, and hit the side of the long knife with a "ding", knocking Hong Kang's blade away.

Feng Qingyang said angrily: "You kid is crazy! Do you want to fight the old man to the death?!"

"Mr. Feng, please take a look."

Hong Kang smiled, turned the long saber upside down, and slashed at his left arm with the strength of an ordinary warrior.

Feng Qingyang's eyes widened suddenly, and he saw only a shallow white mark on Hong Kang's arm.

"You... this is... [Iron Cloth Shirt] Dacheng??"

"No, it's impossible for [Iron Cloth Shirt] Dacheng to be like you!"

"Or is [Golden Bell Shade] consummated??"

"But [Shaolin School] doesn't even have the complete copy of "Golden Bell Cover"..."

Hong Kang said: "This is Hong's self-created physique kung fu. When he is at his peak, he has the "indestructible body of diamond", which is truly invulnerable to swords and guns, so..."

"Unless Mr. Feng, the sword you are holding is a magic weapon, otherwise, it will not be easy to break through Hong's physical defense."

Feng Qingyang frowned tightly.

He had never heard of Hong Kang's level of tempering in Jianghu.

Although Shaolin's "Golden Bell Cover" is rumored to be perfect, it will be hard to hurt by swords, water and fire will not invade, and it will be easy to eat poison that penetrates the intestines, but this is a rumor after all, no one has really seen it.

Feng Qingyang said in his heart: "No wonder this kid dares to use this style of attack!"

"This guy's body is as hard as a piece of iron, and his strength is infinite. It's not suitable for head-to-head confrontation. Then attack the nine orifices of his body. I don't believe it. You can still be invulnerable to the nine orifices of the human body?!"

Yue Buqun and Ningzhong saw that Hong Kang "suicided himself" but was unharmed, which greatly increased Hong Kang's threat level.

Yue Buqun put himself in Feng Qingyang's position in his heart, and found that he had almost no chance of winning.

Secretly said: "Back then, Ren Woxing wasn't that difficult!"

"Keng~!"

Hong Kang drew his sword and went up again.

This time, the zhenqi evolved into water force, and the same knife was slashed, and the force of the knife was like blue waves, one after another.

Even the air was stirred and tumbling by this continuous energy.

Facing this imposing saber strike, Feng Qingyang found that he had no way to avoid it, and the saber force had already blocked other escape routes.

Since you can't avoid the truth, let's go! !

The sword body is straight and not curved, so is the swordsman.

[Broken knife style]!
[Breaking style]! !

Feng Qingyang was blessed with incomparably thick true energy on the steel sword, with an indomitable momentum, the steel sword drew a straight line.

It collided with Hong Kang's knife strength immediately.

"Keng...boom..."

"laugh……"

Feng Qingyang's sword strength is like a giant steel ship, facing the surging water, cutting through the waves and advancing.

But after passing through the waves, he encountered a howling wind.

Hong Kang's knife was covered with true energy that evolved into wind force, which made it sharper and more terrifying!
But Feng Qingyang is not a weak person, he knows that his strength is not as good as Hong Kang's, but the true energy he has cultivated for more than [-] years is definitely not comparable to Hong Kang.

Therefore, he just kept compressing and instilling true energy to strengthen his sword strength.

Vaguely, he felt that his true qi was a little bit sharp.

Hong Kang could feel the slight cutting sensation from his skin.

"What a sharp sword aura!"

If it was an ordinary warrior, the skin on his arm would probably have been cut.

Since it was a full-strength fight, after these few strikes, Hong Kang naturally used his fist.

It just so happened that Feng Qingyang was also the one who comprehended the sword intent.

"【Vertical and horizontal cross knife】!"

"【God willing】!!"

Immediately, a heavy pressure was born before Hong Kang swung the knife, and it pressed hard on Feng Qingyang.

God's will is like a knife, unpredictable.

An invisible saber air cut through the air and slashed towards Feng Qingyang.

The saber air itself is invisible, but the saber air presses the fine dust and water vapor, making the invisible matter solidify, and the saber air crosses the sky, which can be felt by the naked eye.

After Feng Qingyang felt the heavy pressure, his eyes lit up, and a will to pierce the world was born from him.

The weight immediately had no effect on him.

"Breakout!"

"Broken-Italian-style!!"

The long-simmering sword energy suddenly shot out from the tip of the sword, and with the sharp sound of piercing through the air, a stream of sword energy rushed out resolutely.

Qi Jin intertwined.

There was a moment of silence, like the silence before a thunderstorm.

Suddenly, there was a loud "boom".

Hong Kang and Feng Qingyang suddenly punched an air wave between them, and the two who were hit by the air wave couldn't help but retreat.

After the two stood still, there was a mess between them. The ground was covered with scars and criss-crossed. Whether it was soil, leaves, gravel... were all cut into pieces.

"This battle, the old man lost."

Feng Qingyang threw the hilt of the sword away, there was no wound on his body, but he knew that if he continued to fight, his old arms and legs would be no match for someone else's brass and iron bones.

However, Feng Qingyang didn't feel depressed, instead his eyes were burning.

At the last moment, he sublimated his spirit and comprehended a move [Breaking Italian Style], which was considered to have stepped out of the cage of "Dugu Nine Swords".

"Mr. Feng's sword skills are the highest that Hong has ever seen, not one of them!"

Hong Kang also flicked the hilt of the saber, his Hefeng Qingyang weapon, when the sword aura and sword aura raged just now, has been broken bit by bit.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with taking advantage of his youth and strength.

Feng Qingyang's true energy is stronger than his own!

Besides, I only used half of my physical strength just now.

However, Feng Qingyang is really a good opponent, his sword skills are exquisite and proficient, and he can break everything;

It's just that the physical body is too weak!

If his physical strength can reach more than two thousand catties, then his combat power can be multiplied several times!
Thinking of this, Hong Kang said: "Mr. Feng, Mr. Hong has a self-created kung fu called "Thunder Pile"..."

(End of this chapter)