Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 148
"Humph!"

Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, and strode out of the cave, "I would like to know what kind of abilities this person has!"

outside the cave.

The heavy snow was still flying all over the sky, Yan Shisan sat cross-legged on the ground quietly, pure white snowflakes fell, he almost turned into a snowman.

Feng Qingyang was full of anger, and his actions were like the wind. He walked out of the snow in a few steps without showing any marks. He could be described as "walking on the snow without a trace".

I saw Yan Shisan floating with a black sword aura that seemed to exist, and there were snowflakes drifting past, all of which were smashed by the black sword aura, and the aura of killing gods and Buddhas became stronger and stronger.

After getting closer, Feng Qingyang felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

It is not the winter cold of the twelfth lunar month, but the chill close to death, the danger of close death.

"This man's sword intent is so murderous, it makes me feel uneasy. I haven't felt this feeling for a long time, but it's strange..."

Feng Qingyang was startled secretly, he couldn't help sighing for a while, after a while, he calmed down, collected his mind, closed his old eyes, and sat quietly opposite Yan Shisan.

Feng Fengyang has been studying "Dugu Nine Swords" at Siguoya for decades.

His accomplishments in martial arts and swordsmanship have been honed to a very deep level by him early on, and even in the past ten years, he has felt that there is no way to improve, and he thinks that it is difficult to meet an opponent.

Although there is a suspicion of building a car behind closed doors and watching the sky from a well, who would dare to say that Feng Qingyang is a mediocre person?
On this Siguo Cliff, Feng Qingyang usually sees no one else except for a few juniors of the Huashan School.

Now, seeing an opponent who is the same idiot in kendo, I can't help but feel a sense of joy.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, Long Peng looked at the two sitting facing each other, shook his head, and sighed, "The one and two are both idiots..."

The sunset is west, and the sea of ​​clouds is rolling.

A smear of blood-like setting sun hangs from the corner of the sky, dyeing thousands of miles of rivers and mountains red, and also dyeing the wind and snow flying thousands of miles red.

There seemed to be blood flowing on the thick snow, only the sound of "click" was heard, the snow covering Yan Shisan's body cracked, he stood up slowly, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, and after a while After a while, he opened his eyes, and the cold light flashed in his eyes for a moment, as if even thousands of snowflakes were stilled by it.

"call……"

Accompanied by a long breathing sound.

Feng Qingyang, who had been sitting quietly for a long time, also stood up. When he waved his sleeves, thousands of snowflakes condensed into a sword and gathered beside him.

"Don't know what your name is?"

Yan Shisan stood proudly, his eyes contained no emotion, and said coldly, "Sword Demon, Yan Shisan..."

Feng Qingyang was shocked when he heard the words, and murmured, "Sword Demon Yan Shisan, Sword Demon Yan Shisan..."

"Hahaha……"

Feng Qingyang suddenly laughed out loud, the sound of laughter was like a torrent of bells, it shattered the snow coat of the green pine tree on the top of the cliff, and shattered the snow that was falling all over the sky.

Yan Shisan immediately knew that the old man in front of him had at least 20 years more internal strength than himself.

but.

so what?

With a sword in his hand, he is not afraid of enemies in the world! !
"Good! What a Yan Shisan! What a 'sword demon' Yan Shisan!!"

Feng Qingyang couldn't stop laughing, his face was flushed, his eyes sparkled with shock, not at all like the eyes that an old man should have, he held the Fengxue long sword beside him, and pointed the sword at Yan Shisan's forehead.

"Yan Shisan, let this old man see if you are worthy of this title!!"

"It should be this name, whether it is worthy of my name, Yan Shisan!"

Yan Shisan also raised his Bone Poison Sword.

The sword is drawn!

A desperate battle is imminent! !

But saw a sharp cold wind blowing.

Yan Shisan drew his sword first.

In "Thirteen Swords of Death", there is no retreat, no death, no life, every move is a rush, and there are murderous intentions everywhere.

call--

The sword moves with the wind, and travels with the wind. Where the sword travels, it is the place where the wind comes and the place where death comes!

It seems to have tricks, but also seems to have no tricks, whether there is presence or absence, and absence or presence, it is difficult to distinguish.

Feng Qingyang's eyes lit up, and he took a step back, but the sword moved forward, especially subtly hitting the weak point of Yan Shisan's sword move, and even directly took his sword-holding wrist.

"Dugu Nine Swords" was created by the "sword demon" Dugu Qiubai. The sword manual records 360 changes, which can break the world's sword moves.

Feng Qingyang reached the state of no sword more than ten years ago. With the sword in his hand, there have been endless changes.

The sword techniques used by Yan Shisan and Feng Qingyang are both offensive and non-defensive sword techniques, the only difference is that.

Yan Shisan strikes first, but Feng Qingyang strikes first.

Long Peng, who was watching the battle from a distance, was not very clear about who was higher and who was lower.

But he knew.

No matter whether it is preemptive strikes or late strikes, there is no escape from the fast word.

Whoever has the faster sword will be one step closer to death.

Sting la la...

Feng Qingyang stood tall and tall, with a sword behind his back, cutting through Yan Shisan's back, splashing a large amount of blood.

"kill!!"

As soon as Yan Shisan was injured, his murderous aura suddenly surged, and his sword moves became faster and faster, even with Long Peng's eyesight, he couldn't find the trace of his sword move, only his clothes were dancing wildly, and his move "step back and return!" "Yan" made a move, jumped in front of Feng Qingyang, borrowed the force of the fall, and slashed vertically with the sword.

choke~
The Bone Poison Sword contained black iron and was extremely heavy. Feng Qingyang slid back more than ten steps under the pressure, and half of his feet had retreated to the outside of the cliff, leaving a deep ravine on the ground.

"die!!!"

Yan Shisan looks like a madman, holding a sword in both hands.

One sword after another fiercely slashed, Feng Qingyang was crushed and half of his body was thrown back. There was a cliff beneath his feet, and one mistake would be his body smashed to pieces.

I only heard the crisp sound of "click--".

The Fengxue long sword suddenly shattered, and the Bone Poison Sword's momentum remained undiminished, like a wolf or a tiger, which meant to split Feng Qingyang into two halves.

"retreat!"

Feng Qingyang let out a low cry, a sword glow rose from his fingertips, and he moved towards Yan Shisan's right hand, and the sword glow only took his arm.

Sting la la...

Yan Shisan's sword was so fierce that Feng Qingyang's left rib was cut open in an instant, and at the same time, a blood hole exploded in Yan Shisan's arm, and the bone was deeply visible in the wound.

"Okay, okay! Trade injuries for injuries, a life-threatening style of play..."

Feng Qingyang wiped away the blood from the corners of his lips, clutched his chest, and his eyes became brighter.

"Hahaha……"

Yan Shisan looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "Happy, happy..."

"He is really a lunatic with a sword better than his life..." Feng Qingyang sighed, with a complicated expression on his face.

"Come again, come again, come again, come again..."

Yan Shisan spoke faster and faster, and his footsteps became faster and faster, until finally he started running.

at this time.

His sword was nearly twice as fast as the first one, and he was not slowed down by the injury at all.

Only the "Thirteen Swords of Death" that have seen blood can be called the sword of death!

Only the crazy Yan Shisan can be called the Sword Demon! !
Now, it's just the beginning!
……

The two fought from dusk until late at night.

The snow was still falling, and the fighting spirit of the scarred two became more and more intense, and their eyes became brighter, even brighter than the bright moon in the sky.

The entire Siguoya was under the ravages of the two.

Since Long Peng had no place to stand, he used lightness kung fu to dodge the aftermath of their battle, a little speechless.

"If the fight continues like this, I don't know whether the two will win or lose. I'm going to be a pond fish!"

Long Peng managed to dodge Yan Shisan's sword qi, and a clear sword glow came from behind him, making him wonder if the two had made a deal.

"Whoosh..."

Panting heavily, Yan Shisan floated to the ground, separated from Feng Qingyang temporarily, and said in a deep voice, "Long Peng, go down the mountain, your body can't stand it."

Long Peng was slightly taken aback, his brows furrowed, and just as he was about to say something, Yan Shisan rushed up again, saying, "You can just come here tomorrow morning."

"This……"

Long Peng opened his mouth, shattered the stones attacking the front door with his palm, raised his head and shouted, "Yan Shisan, you dare to die, I will definitely crush you to ashes."

"Hahaha……"

Yan Shisan laughed loudly and didn't reply, but his sword became more fierce and his eyes became sharper, which made Feng Qingyang more stressed.

"Ugh……"

Long Peng sighed, took a deep look at the two of them, turned around and walked down the mountain without any hesitation.

Yan Shisan's character.

Long Peng didn't say he fully understood it, but he still knew that with him around, it would still affect him to some extent.

But now, when fighting against a master of swordsmanship like Feng Qingyang, his distraction means that his disadvantages will be magnified.

Naturally, Long Peng didn't want to be a stumbling block on Yan Shisan Road.

Cold and snowy night.

Long Peng was walking alone on the steep mountain road, his back looked a bit bleak, he broke off a cold branch and waved it as he wished, if Yan Shisan and Feng Qingyang saw it, they would be able to see that he seemed to be at will at the moment The swing was actually the sword move the two of them made earlier.

Long Peng had no intention of stealing lessons, but his memory was really extraordinary, and he never forgot what he saw, so he used it subconsciously in such a casual way.

call--

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the snow on the trees fell rustlingly, just falling on Long Peng's body. He suddenly felt his body was icy cold, and shivered involuntarily, and quickly brushed off the snowflakes on his body.

"Cough...cough..."

Accompanied by the sound of coughing, some black blood spilled from the corners of Longpeng's lips. He frowned, took out the "Lianxin Pill" sent by Cheng Lingsu from his arms and took it, and then he felt better.

Siguo Cliff is only thirty feet in size.

In order to resist the aftermath of the battle between the two, Long Peng unknowingly overused his inner strength, which caused the poisonous hair.

"Today, it was a waste of Lingsu's thoughts..."

Looking at the porcelain vase in his hand, Long Peng shook his head and sighed, his eyes sparkled, revealing some thoughts.

At this time.

There was a light of fire on the narrow mountain road ahead.

Long Peng lightly jumped onto a tree, looked from afar, and frowned when he saw the person coming.

"What are Yue Buqun and his wife doing here in the middle of the night? Could it be that Yan Shisan and the others are making too much noise?"

Just as Long Peng's thoughts were turning back and forth, the people in front had already walked through the narrow plank road and came to the mountain forest.

"Forget it, go find the two of them to talk about the old days..."

Long Peng chuckled twice, floated down, stepped on the branch, and deliberately made a movement.

"Who!!"

Only a slightly sharp voice sounded, and a cold light pierced through several redwoods, piercing straight towards it with undiminished power.

"Hmm... Yue Buqun has improved so much in martial arts?"

Long Peng raised his eyebrows in surprise, pinched the cold light with his fingertips luckily, and saw that it was an embroidery needle, he couldn't help feeling astonished, after a little thought, he understood what was going on, and couldn't help laughing, "So it's an embroidery needle." After practicing "Evil Resisting Swordsmanship", it's no wonder..."

A purple afterimage flickered in the forest.

But I saw a scholar dressed as a scholar, wearing a scholar's crown on his head, his face was like a crown of jade, his face was faintly purple, he had two mustaches, and a slight beard under his jaw. At first glance, he looked upright, but he behaved very weirdly A middle-aged man appeared.

"Who are you, why did you break into Huashan Mountain at night!"

"Master Yue, look at your memory, haven't we seen each other for five or six years? Why don't you remember Long Mou?"

Long Peng walked out of the shadow under the tree with a smile, and came to the bright moonlight. Standing in the wind and snow, he was slender, handsome and almost demonic, and his white robe was swaying in the wind, as if he had merged with the snow in the world. Together.

"You...it's you...you're not dead yet!"

Yue Buqun was shocked and couldn't help taking a few steps back.

Long Peng and Phoenix's eyes were closed, and he said sarcastically, "What's the head of Yue talking about? You are not dead, how can Long take a step first?"

Recently, Long Peng seldom showed up in the arena, mainly because he didn't want to be traced by those enemies and came to seek revenge.

"Humph!

Yue Buqun snorted coldly, raised his eyes to look at Si Guoya, his expression was a little nervous, he put his hand on the long sword at his waist, and asked, "Quickly, what do you want to do when you come to Huashan, you devil? !!"

"What's the matter, Master Yue still wants to make a move. Could it be that Long is still the boy who was hiding in Tibet back then?"

Yue Buqun looked hesitant and did not draw out his long sword for a long time.

these days.

There is a secret that is not a secret in the world, that is, Long Peng has been poisoned by a strange poison, and there is no one in ten martial arts, and his life will not be long.

However, this is just a rumor, and no one can be sure that it is true!
Since Yue Buqun learned "Evil Resisting Swordsmanship", his martial arts has improved a lot. He has already produced "fine flowers" and stepped into the innate realm, but he still hesitates when facing the dragon peng who doesn't know the truth.

"Ha ha……"

Long Peng sneered, with a sarcastic expression, "Sect Master Yue looks like he wants to fight? Or does he not want to fight?"

"Brother..."

Accompanied by a soft calling, a beautiful young woman dressed in purple, with a plump figure, a face like a spring peach, and a tightly wrapped chest, appeared beside Yue Buqun.

See you.

With a gentle expression on his face, Long Peng bowed his hands and said with a smile, "Nvxia Ning, I'm being polite. I haven't seen you for a long time. I don't know how you are doing?"

"you……"

Ning Zhong was stunned for a moment, his cherry lips parted, and he said in surprise, "You... are you that child?"

After speaking halfway, Ning Zhong felt that his tone was lost, he pursed his lips, and did not speak.

Long Peng smiled lightly and didn't say much.

At first.

After Long Peng killed Zhongnan Mountain, he has been fleeing in the wilderness, mountains, forests and rivers. After fleeing to Huashan, he was chased by the Huashan faction.

Ning Zhongze seemed to feel pity in his heart at that time, he obviously caught up with Long Peng, and obviously had the ability to capture Long Peng, but he didn't do so.

Therefore, Long Peng always kept this favor in his heart.

Yue Buqun glanced at his wife, frowned, wondering why Long Peng's attitude changed, and felt a little unhappy.

He is a person who cares about face very much. To him, Long Peng's different treatment is no less than a slap in the face.

"Humph!"

Yue Buqun snorted coldly, looked sideways, and said, "Junior Sister, you came at the right time. Back then, the devil escaped from your hands. This time, as a husband, I will help you to eliminate the scourge of this martial arts world!!"

(End of this chapter)