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Chapter 63 Sword Competition
  "I wonder if you could give me some advice?"

Murong Fu stood there and asked with a smile.

"it is good!"

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but his eyes flashed when he heard this. The next moment he nodded and answered, casually picking up a long sword specially used by the Huashan Sect.

He traveled around the world a lot in his early years and believed that martial arts from all over the world could not be hidden from him. However, Murong Fu in front of him was an exception, so he naturally wanted to find out his origins.

"Master, take the sword!"

Knowing that her young master was about to compete with the mysterious old man in front of her, Abi picked up a long sword from the ground in advance, wiped it clean, and handed it to Murong Fu.

Murong Fu held the sword tightly and realized that the sword was slightly curved and quite soft. It was obviously the sword used by the masters of the Hengshan Sect in the cave.

"excuse me!"

As soon as Murong Fu took hold of the long sword, he immediately used Murong's family's swordsmanship. The moves were continuous, like clouds and flowing water. In an instant, his whole body was covered in a curtain of light.

"Excellent!"

Feng Qingyang was clearly in a critical situation, but instead he praised in surprise. At the same time, he touched the long sword in his palm with his fingers. The sword trembled, and in an instant, it was like a burst of blue light.

In the blink of an eye, the green light in Feng Qingyang's hand collided with the sword in Murong Fu's hand, and the two swords intersected and made a clear sound.

"Breaking Sword Style!"

This move was the "Breaking Sword Style" in Dugu's Nine Swords. The two swords met for just a moment, and the sword in Murong Fu's hand was broken. However, Feng Qingyang only felt his right hand holding the sword tremble. It was obvious that this person had advanced internal skills. His attainments are actually not low.

Before Feng Qingyang could open his mouth to praise him, he saw Murong Fu's sword technique suddenly change. The long sword actually seemed to become a soft belt, gently twisting and erratic.

"it is good!"

When Feng Qingyang saw this move, he couldn't help but feel happy. He had traveled all over the world in the first half of his life, but he had never encountered such a strange sword technique, so he immediately started attacking with his sword.

It should be noted that the emphasis of Dugu Nine Swords is to attack without defending. His move seemed to be faster than Murong Fu's.

During the fight between the two, others could only feel the continuous shadow of the sword and its powerful force, forcing the onlookers to step back a few feet, only then did they feel that it was not so uncomfortable.

After seeing the two of them attacking dozens of swords, Feng Bo evil on the side couldn't help but frown and asked: "Master, is this a family swordsmanship?"

"I've never seen it before, maybe Miss Wang can tell something about it!"

Bao BuTong shook his head.

It was the first time for the two of them to see the skill of winding the finger around the sword, so they naturally found it novel.

Just as the two were talking, the situation changed again. Suddenly, the long sword in Murong's hand broke through the air and pierced Feng Qingyang's chest.

However, in the middle of the sword, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and it actually bent over and stabbed his right shoulder with the sword diagonally. This change of move was beyond the expectations of everyone present, and they couldn't help but exclaimed in unison.

But Feng Qingyang had a flash of light in his eyes, and suddenly, his sleeves and robes shook, and the sword in his hand rang out softly, and he stabbed out suddenly.

Feng Qingyang used his sword, but without dodging, it stabbed Murong Fu straight in the chest.

When Murong Fu saw this, the long sword in his hand changed again. The tip of the sword trembled violently, and the long sword in his hand completely turned into a soft belt. He directly circled Feng Qingyang with his backhand and stabbed it with the sword.

Feng Qingyang's expression was stern, and he raised his sword directly with his backhand while using up his inner energy.

This move seemed inconspicuous, but it seemed to be specially designed to break the inner energy of masters. With a soft "pop" sound, the long sword in Murong Fu's hand that was originally bent recovered in the blink of an eye.

"What a breath-breaking style!"

When Murong Fu saw this, he couldn't help but praise.

But the moment the two swords crossed each other, Feng Qingyang let out a soft snort, and noticed the constant flow of strong internal energy in Murong Fu's sword, and immediately became eager to win. The two used their swords to compete with each other in the air.

However, after a few breaths of time, Feng Qingyang's figure swayed, and he took a step back with a groan. The bluestone on the ground he stepped on fell into pieces, and his feet sank half an inch downwards.

The move Murong Fu used just now was nothing more than using his strong internal force to bend the sword blade, making the sword moves flicker and erratic, making it difficult for the opponent to block.

As for the inspiration for this move, it comes from the finger-twirling soft sword created by the later Wudang founder Sanfeng Zhenren.

Speaking of which, it's not really that difficult, it just requires a lot of internal strength from the user. The light and gentle sword in Murong Fu's hand is exclusively used by the Hengshan sect, so it's undoubtedly easier to do.

But Feng Qingyang could naturally see through the reality at a glance, so he naturally destroyed Murong Fu's moves with the Qi-breaking style. But facing the continuous strong internal energy of Murong Fu's successors, he naturally couldn't hold it back.

He has traveled around the world for many years, but he has never seen how deep a person's inner strength is!

Although he had such a unique move as the "Breaking Qi Style", he felt that he was no match for the young man in front of him.

After a long time, Feng Qingyang's complexion returned to its original state.

Then Feng Qingyang shook his head and said: "I think I am not as good as Shi Shi because of his deep internal strength, but if Shi Shi wants to rely on his internal strength to win, I can't stand the torment, so I can only admit defeat."

"When it comes to swordsmanship, I am not as good as you, but martial arts is limited to swordsmanship. You should be fully aware of this!"

He understood that he had used most of his internal energy in the fight with Feng Qingyang just now, and it was indeed a bit unsatisfactory to win. However, when the two of them fought just now, Feng Qingyang also used his internal energy, so it was not that he violated the rules first.

Hearing what Murong Fu said, Feng Qingyang's expression couldn't help but change. As the only remaining master of the Huashan Sect, he naturally understood that what the visitor said was an allusion to the sword energy battle of the Huashan Sect.

As for Murong Fu's point of view, Feng Qingyang naturally agreed.

But in the Huashan Sect decades ago, his view was undoubtedly against the taboos of the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect. The Sword Sect focused on swordsmanship, supplemented by internal energy. However, Qi Zong mainly focuses on internal strength, supplemented by swordsmanship.

In Feng Qingyang's view, the views of the two sects are undoubtedly a farce. It should be noted that internal strength and swordsmanship are complementary to each other, but the two sects have become obsessed and insist on prioritizing sword energy, which is why it happened. The tragedy of that year.

"What I'm saying is...I lost..."

As if recalling all the past events, Feng Qingyang, who was happy to see Hunter Xin not long ago, suddenly became uninterested. He shook his head and said: "If you lose well, you will lose in seconds!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his figure moving, as if he was leaving.

"Wait a minute, I don't care if you want to hide here on the cliff until you grow old, but it's time to pass on the sword skills of Dugu Qiufei back then. Do you want this peerless sword skills to be buried with you?"

Seeing Feng Qingyang suddenly losing interest and about to leave, Murong Fu couldn't help but frown and asked in a deep voice.

"Do you know Dugu Qiufei?"

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's eyes shone with strange light.

"In the past, the 'Sword Demon' Dugu Qiubai had been in the world for decades. He only wanted to be defeated in his life, but he couldn't get it, so he got the name Dugu Qiubai!"

Looking at Feng Qingyang who suddenly stopped, Murong Fu slowly spoke.

"It seems that you not only know the past events of the Huashan Sect in the past..."

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with strange light, and it was obvious that the background of Murong Fu in front of him was not simple.

However, as the visitor said, if this swordsmanship was lost after him, he would naturally be embarrassed to meet the senior who taught him this swordsmanship.

"Do you want to learn this swordsmanship?"

Feng Qingyang heard the string and knew its elegant meaning, and his eyes flashed with strange light.

If it were Murong Fu in front of him, he was indeed qualified to learn this swordsmanship, and he would not let this swordsmanship be shamed.

"Not bad!"

Looking at the nearly octogenarian Feng Qingyang in front of him, Murong Fu answered very calmly.

"With your current martial arts skills, why do you need to learn this sword technique?" Feng Qingyang said unexpectedly.

It should be noted that all martial arts practitioners in the world who have achieved success are extremely proud of their own martial arts and do not bother to learn other people's martial arts.

Murong Fu said calmly: "My skills are not overwhelming, even if I don't use them, I can still pass them on to someone who is destined to do so in the future!"

"You are so frank, but I am at a disadvantage..."

Seeing Murong Fu's confession, Feng Qingyang couldn't help but shake his head slightly, thinking about how he had been hiding away from the world all these years and not seeing the world again.

If he had been so open-minded back then, perhaps the Huashan Sect should not have declined like this...

Seeing that Murong Fu was so frank and had rarely communicated with outsiders for decades, Feng Qingyang taught him all the formulas and techniques of Dugu Nine Swords.

When Bao BuTong and others saw the swordsmanship instructions taught by the old man, they naturally avoided them subconsciously.

"I am weak today, I will teach you other techniques of Dugu Nine Swords tomorrow!"

After teaching him the formula of Dugu Nine Swords, Feng Qingyang suddenly said.

"it is good!"

Seeing Feng Qingyang's eyes showing fatigue, and knowing that today's fight with him would cost the octogenarian old man a lot, Murong Fu nodded and replied.

"A'Zhu, take out five Poria cocos and Shouwu pills!"

Then his eyes moved, looking at A'Zhu aside and giving instructions.

"Senior, please!"

Upon hearing this, A'Zhu respectfully took out a porcelain bottle and handed it over.

"This elixir is made from the thousand-year-old Poria cocos and the human-shaped Polygonum multiflorum combined with other rare medicinal materials. Although its refining method is not very clever, its efficacy is not bad, and it is enough to replenish a person's loss of vitality and blood essence!"

Murong Fu explained.

"Okay, then I will accept your love!"

When Feng Qingyang heard this, he was not hypocritically polite, he nodded directly, and then took the porcelain bottle from A'Zhu's hand.

After all, he was getting old, and it was inevitable that his vitality and blood would decline. Today's fight with Murong Fu seemed to be just a competition of swordsmanship, but in the end, he used his own martial arts.

However, although Murong Fu is young, his internal strength is getting stronger and stronger. Naturally, an old man like him who is about to be buried half cannot bear such a consumption competition.

Although the injury was not fatal, it would take at least half a month to recuperate on his own.

He was an open-minded person and did not like to stick to the rules, so when he saw the elixir sent by Murong Fu, he would certainly not be polite!

After accepting the elixir, Feng Qingyang jumped out and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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(End of this chapter)