I'm in Wudang god catcher

Chapter 112 One sword breaks ten thousand spells, nameless fourteen spears
It was not Linghu Chong and Shen Lian who were fighting on Yuntai Peak, but Shen Lian and Feng Qingyang.

After a night of thinking, Feng Qingyang knew that the fundamental gap between the two was too great, even if Shen Lian didn't use a unique move, it was far from what Linghu Chong could compare with.

Shen Lian is a whetstone, but this whetstone is too heavy and can easily break the knife.

As for letting Shen Lian restrain his strength, or gradually increase his strength according to Linghu Chong's performance, not to mention the difficulty, why should Shen Lian cooperate with Feng Qingyang?
What's the benefit of me cooperating with you?
Who would do something that is not beneficial?

Another point is that Feng Qingyang was worried that Shen Lian would discover some special secrets after staying in Huashan for a long time.

That is Feng Qingyang's biggest secret, and also Huashan's biggest secret. In the entire Huashan Sect, only Feng Qingyang knows the inside story and must not leak it to the court.

If you drive people away directly, Shen Lian will catch you.

When teaching martial arts last night, Feng Qingyang used Feng Siniang's words and knew that Shen Lian was extremely sharp and would be noticed by Shen Lian if he did anything unreasonable.

The only way Feng Qingyang could think of was to meet Shen Lian's request, have a discussion, and then send Shen Lian down the mountain to keep the secret that couldn't be told.

Feng Qingyang, who has lived in seclusion in Huashan for decades, decided to personally take action against the six door gods to catch Shen Lian.

No one will miss this great show.

Even Ku Mei, who was in retreat at Yunv Peak, reached Yuntai Peak with a dragon-head crutch. Of course she knew how powerful Feng Qingyang was, but she didn't know how powerful Feng Qingyang was now. This must be tested clearly.

No matter how bad-tempered Kumei is, at least she understands one truth: the talent on Yunvfeng is withered, but she can gain a foothold on Mount Hua, thanks to her peerless martial arts.

Her martial arts are stronger than the sum of the other three sect heads, and her strength alone is enough to destroy the sect.

That's why she can be free until now.

So no one dared to provoke Yunvfeng.

It's different now.

There is an extra wind on her head.

If Feng Qingyang decides to do something, such as unifying the Huashan faction for Jianzong, how should she resist?

Are you going to seek help from Bat Island?

Do you still want her old face?
She has to come and watch the fight.

She wanted to see to what extent Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship had reached after so many years, and whether she could break her Qingfeng Thirteen Styles with the Dugu Nine Swords!

Holding a lonely question in Shen Lian's hand, he must not be careless when dealing with seniors like Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang held the Huashan-made sword in his hand.

The Huashan School's sword may not be the most beautiful among the major sword schools, but it must be the most well-proportioned.

To put it another way, the sword with the largest shipment volume from major blacksmiths and weapon shops in the world is the style of the Huashan sword, which can be said to be the template for the sword.

This kind of sword is suitable for most people. Even if there is a difference in height and arm length, unless it is a difference between dwarfism and gigantism, it will basically not be affected.

Shen Lian smiled and said: "Senior Feng, it is really an honor for me that you decided to take action personally. However, I have something to say first, that is, it is difficult for me to control myself when my blood is boiling."

Feng Qingyang nodded: "My sword will help you control yourself. If you can't control yourself, then there is no need for the sword in my hand."

"In that case, please advise, senior."

"You can make a move!"

The two stood facing each other, about two feet apart. This distance could be said to be reached at the moment of thought. For Shen Lian, who was holding a gun, it directly took advantage of the distance.

is an advantage.

Advantages without any disadvantages.

From the perspective of weapons, Shen Lian has absolutely no disadvantages, and his physical strength is also an advantage.

The only disadvantage is that Feng Qingyang has lived in seclusion in Huashan for decades and is familiar with every plant and tree here.

In other words.

Shen Lian occupies the sky!

Feng Qingyang occupies a favorable location!
The right time is not as good as the right place, and the right place is not as good as the harmony of people!
If you want to win, you must
——Leverage your strengths and avoid your weaknesses!
Shen Lian stepped on the ground fiercely with both feet, and his body rushed towards Feng Qingyang like a razor, shaking out spear flowers the size of a sea bowl, and in turn blooming thousands of plum blossoms.

Feng Qingyang's eyes narrowed slightly. Although the sword in his hand was not unsheathed, the sword energy spread for dozens of feet.

Every flower, every grass, every stone and every tree seemed to have turned into sword energy, like mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, covering all the acupoints on Shen Lian's body, leaving Shen Lian with nowhere to hide.

Since there is nowhere to hide, don't hide.

Since there is no danger to defend, then attack against attack.

Shen Lian looked up to the sky and let out a tiger's roar. The scorching energy and blood rose into the sky. The surrounding clouds were pushed away by the force. From the sea of ​​clouds at the top of Huashan Mountain, the sharp claws of the flying dragon were revealed.

"boom!"

Gu asked the meteors outside the sky, flying down in the sky.

"Chong!"

Feng Qingyang drew his sword out of its sheath.

He had to draw his sword.

It is impossible to defeat Shen Lian without drawing his sword.

As long as he is even half a minute slower and falls into Shen Lian's rhythm, even if he can win in the end, half of his life will be consumed. How many years does he have left to live?
Life, death and longevity, how can he break it?

One sword can break through all kinds of magic, can it cut through time and space?

Unbreakable!
At least Feng Qingyang's sword can't break it!

His sword can only cut through the gun light!
With a light swing of the sword, it hit Shen Lian's point of force just right. The huge force of moving mountains and filling the sea instantly dissipated without a trace, and the three-foot spear exploded.

"boom!"

With great force, the mountains and rocks cracked, and the sky was full of smoke and dust.

In the sky full of rubble, Shen Lian was like a wild beast, fiercely charging towards Feng Qingyang, ignoring Feng Qingyang's stabbing sword energy, the point of the spear directly pierced Feng Qingyang's chest.

Attack against attack, risk your life.

Feng Qingyang was in his 80s, and Shen Lian was in his youth. It seemed that Shen Lian had suffered a great loss, but the barrel of a gun was far longer than a sword, and it was obvious that Shen Lian had the upper hand in the fight.

You can increase the length with the sword energy, don't I have a gun light and a flying gun?
Nameless marksmanship—the wine glass is in a hurry!
Dugu Nine Swords has no moves to win, but Shen Lian will not work hard on the moves. It is to use his own weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths, and Shen Lian must grasp his own advantages.

What are Shen Lian’s advantages?
Being young and strong, healthy, full of energy, the length, strength and sharpness of the weapon, and even having a full lunch at lunch are all advantages.

When the small advantages gather together, it becomes the mighty Yangtze River, which can destroy all obstacles!
Feng Qingyang swung his sword across, the sword energy slashed at Shen Lian's five fingers on his right hand, but the tip of the sword was upwards, if Shen Lian continued to stab, the five fingers of his right hand would fly randomly, his left shoulder would be pierced by the sword energy, and both arms would be abolished at the same time.

People mature.

Feng Qingyang's decades of experience are indeed extraordinary, even Shen Lian did not expect that someone would be able to use this method to break through this trick.

Putting both feet on the ground, exerting force on the waist and abdomen, Shen Lian's spine is like a big dragon. The whole body flies up in a spiral, Gu Wen circles around, falls from the sky, and splits the Huashan Mountain with force.

"clang!"

The guns and swords clashed, full of strength, Shen Lian's arms and muscles bulged high, and he slashed at Feng Qingyang again.

There is no change in any moves, just the bombardment of blood and brute force. You have no moves, and I have no moves. If you break ten thousand spells with one sword, I will drop ten times with one force.

Shen Lian's eyes flashed with blood-red light, and the sound of a big river flowing in his veins, his whole body seemed to be a volcano about to erupt, as strong as the wind. At this moment, he also felt shocked and even a little bit excited.

Martial arts are played out!
Feng Qingyang had lived in seclusion for too long, studied swordsmanship for too long, and had not fought with anyone for a long time.

Deep down, he longs to fight.

He was eager to test his vision through battle.

He longed to use fighting to alleviate the depression in his heart.

He longs to fight to sound the death knell of life.

Grant me death before I grow old!

How could a swordsman die of illness on the bed!
Originally, Feng Qingyang only wanted to compete, to break Shen Lian's spear skills and let Shen Lian go down the mountain. He didn't want to fight and only four or five moves aroused the blood in his body.

This is the blood of a swordsman.

Even if he is over eighty years old, the swordsman's blood will not cool down, it is still hot lava.

"Boy, look at the sword!"

"Senior, take the gun!"

Nameless marksmanship - swallowing thousands of miles with anger!
The sound of howling wind came from the top of the mountain, and the sea of ​​clouds manifested infinite changes, as if the heavenly soldiers and generals beat the Kui Niu war drum, sending the warmest blessings to the God of War.

Shen Lian's moves were as crazy as crazy, like mobilizing soldiers on a battlefield, like a long river, like a volcano erupting, like a glacier collapsing, like a Kunlun avalanche, like the ground cracking.

mad!
fierce!
powerful!
His sturdy body is hidden in the sea of ​​clouds, like a flying dragon that can be big or small, can rise or hide.

Suddenly the green dragon probes its claws, sometimes the flying dragon is in the sky, sometimes it shocks Baili, and sometimes the divine dragon wiggles its tail.

The spectators were stunned.

Regardless of majoring in internal strength or swordsmanship, no matter which sect or faction of Huashan, they all feel the breathtaking and surging fighting spirit, and their hearts seem to jump out of their chests.

This is the fighting spirit brought by Shen Lian, which makes people want to put down all shackles and fight heartily.

This is an impulse from life instinct, a fighting gene passed down from the slash-and-burn period.

There is no bondage, no shackles, only the moves you want, only the burst of blood.

Muscles and bones scream together, tigers and leopards thunder.

Every tremor of the muscles, every beat of the heart, every spurt of blood will burst out with the power of mountains and tsunamis, invincible and capable of overcoming obstacles with thousands of armies.

The sword in Feng Qingyang's hand can break all things.

When soldiers come, thousands of arrows will be fired; when water comes, the sword will cut off the flow; when fire comes, the sword will cut the chasm; when ice comes, the ice will be shattered into powder; even an avalanche thousands of miles away can cut open the way.

Shen Lian has only seen swordsmanship so high, so subtle, so fast, so unique, so brave, and so transcendent in his life.

It seems that it is not a sword, but a writing brush in Wang Xizhi's hand, which has been passed down through the ages. It is Zhang Sengyou's brush, which is the finishing touch and soars into the universe.

It rises like a frightened bird, falls like clouds, moves like a rabbit, changes like flowing water, water has no fixed momentum, and sword has no shape.

No matter how fierce Shen Lian's moves are, no matter how violent Shen Lian's attack is, with a light wave of the sword, the clouds will immediately clear and the mist will disperse, and the mountain-moving divine power will be dispersed invisible.

Linghu Chong was delighted to see it.

He was new to learning Dugu Nine Swords. He only memorized the mental formulas and had a very shallow understanding of the principles of the sword.

Seeing Shen Lian pull out the gun, he knew that if the two of them had a one-on-one life-and-death duel, they would be shot through the heart in one move.

Seeing Feng Qingyang draw his sword, he realized that everything has its ultimate point. As long as you find that point and push it gently, you can crack a huge mountain.

Feng Qingyang's sword is just like his name. It is clear in the breeze and is not stained by dust, so there will naturally be no traces.

There is no trace of the sword, no trace to be found.

He didn't use the Dugu Nine Swords, or he only used the principles of the sword. He didn't use his sword without moves, and occasionally used the basic sword style of Huashan swordsmanship.

Every move made has form and quality.

Every sword falls without a trace.

The more Linghu Chong looked at it, the more excited he became, and when he saw the wonderful things, he scratched his head with joy.

Compared to Linghu Chong's excitement, Kumei's complexion was as cold as iron stone, her left hand had long been disabled, and the right hand holding the dragon's crutch could faintly see veins.

Obviously, this Tie Xiangu, who was quite famous in the Jianghu, was already in a state of turmoil in her heart.

"This junior created his own thirteen-stroke marksmanship. Now he has used twelve of them, and there is only one left. I would like to ask Senior Feng to taste it and give me some pointers!"

Before the words fell, Gu Wen disappeared like a magic trick, and flew up through the air in an instant, piercing the bright spear light like a net of heaven and earth, there is nowhere to escape in the sky and the earth.

The nameless marksmanship - the long tassel binds the blue dragon in the hand!

Feng Qingyang was surprised, it seemed that this move should be done with the Spear Breaking Style or the Breaking Arrow Style, but no matter which way he used, the gun light would pierce through his body.

Can't crack!

At least Linghu Chong didn't know how to crack it.

Can Feng Qingyang break this trick?

sure!
Dugu Nine Swords, there is no move to win, but there is a move. When you make a move, you need to grasp the inspiration of the world. It is a spiritual swordsmanship, a living swordsmanship, not a rigorous mathematical formula.

If when making a move, I think in my mind whether to use the broken spear or the broken arrow, wouldn't there be traces of the move in my heart?How can we talk about winning without tricks?

There is neither move nor style, only one sword!
One sword breaks all methods!

The sword drew a beautiful arc, grazed the barrel of the gun and pointed towards Shen Lian's chest. This sword had blocked all the back moves, and all changes in marksmanship had been locked.

Go in, the sword pierces the chest!

Step back, Huashan cliff!
There is no way to heaven, no way to enter the earth.

Even Feng Siniang, who wanted to draw her sword to help, couldn't help but fall in love with Feng Qingyang's clever move.

This move is so beautiful, so perfect that it makes people want to be intoxicated. Jian Zong's Feng Buping is completely addicted to it, and his eyes seem to pop out of his sockets.

Shen Lian's gun was locked!
How could Shen Lian's gun be locked!

The Dugu Nine Swords are alive, but the Wuming Marksmanship is dead?Since it is a living marksmanship, since it is a living marksmanship, how can it be locked?
Nothing can lock life, because life can always release its chains.

There was only an explosion and roar, and Shen Lian was blasted to the top of the mountain wall by the sword energy, leaving a sword mark on his chest, blood gushed out, non-attack turned into a hook, tightly locked on the raised boulder to prevent Shen Lian from falling fall down.

Gu Wen was stabbed obliquely on the mountain wall, sinking into the mountain wall more than four feet deep, and the end of the gun kept shaking.

The sword in Feng Qingyang's hand was shattered into pieces, the tiger's mouth was shattered by the force, and his complexion was a little pale.

What happened?
What just happened?

What kind of marksmanship did Shen Lian use?
Why was Feng Qingyang's sword blown into pieces?

No one knows what's going on!

The staring Kumei doesn't know!

Feng Buping, with his eyes wide open, doesn't know!
Yue Buqun, whose palms were sweating, didn't know!
Linghu Chong, who was so happy that he scratched his head, didn't know!

Even Feng Siniang, who was most concerned about Shen Lian's safety and wanted to make a rescue, didn't know either.

Feng Siniang had many questions in her mind.

She didn't know how Shen Lian fired the gun, nor did she know why Feng Qingyang tested herself last night.

I don't even know why Feng Qingyang changed his mind in just one night, he didn't want to have a duel with Shen Lian, but wanted to send Shen Lian away as soon as possible.

What secret does Huashan hide?
Feng Qingyang has been in Huashan for so many years. Is it really the Huashan sect that he is willing to protect?
Feng Siniang was thinking about this question, and Shen Lian was also thinking about it. During the competition, he was concentrating on it. After the competition, reason occupied the high ground of his brain.

"boom!"

Shen Lian fell to the ground.

Although the body was dripping with blood, it was just a flesh wound, and the muscles contracted and tightened. When it fell back to the ground, the bleeding had been stopped.

"Thank you, Senior Feng, for your advice."

"What was the last trick you used?"

"This junior created thirteen moves, but these thirteen moves are not the limit. Just now, under the pressure of Senior Feng, this junior came up with fourteen moves."

"What's the name of this marksmanship?"

"The marksmanship you just locked on me, I used it to get out of the blockade, because I feel that everything cannot be locked up forever, and there is a glimmer of hope.

Flowers and birds have the life of flowers and birds, fish and insects have the life of fish and insects, marksmanship has the life of marksmanship.

The eagle hits the sky, and the fish flies through the shallow bottom.

My name is

——All types of frost compete for freedom! "

(End of this chapter)