Laughing and proud rise again

Seeing Gao Genming's confident look, Zhang Yu couldn't help but a picture flashed in his heart: "Brother, your brother, I have completely forgotten about that set of harmful swordsmanship."

"Catch the meaning, but forget the shape" is Zhi Gao Genming's state at this time.

Although he completely forgot about that set of sword techniques, he got the sword intent of that set of sword techniques from it.

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Although the moves Gao Genming used at this time were not the moves in that set of swordsmanship, the sword intent did not change.

"Jianzong?" Feng Qingyang saw at a glance that Gao Genming's swordsmanship was the foundation of Jianzong.

"I didn't expect disciples of the Qi sect to practice the sword art of my sword sect. He is a talent to be created." Feng Qingyang thought to himself.

"Cong Buqi, can you admit defeat?" Feng Qingyang said.

"Disciple admit defeat." Cong Buqi said.

"Since admitting defeat, then Jianzong will send the next one to play."

Cong Buqi lowered his head, walked to Cheng Buyou's side and said, "Senior Brother, I have embarrassed Jianzong."

"You can do it yourself." Cheng Buyou said angrily.

"Junior Brother Feng, the next game is up to you."

"En." Feng Buping just hummed, and then walked into the arena holding his sword.

"Your sword skills are good, and you will become a great talent in the future." Feng Buping said to Gao Genming as soon as he came up.

"Thank you uncle for your compliment, the disciple is still far behind." Gao Genming said.

"That's right, you are still far from the older generation not getting up."

"Since this disciple's swordsmanship is crude, please ask my uncle for advice."

Gao Genming was inevitably a little arrogant after winning a game.

As soon as the voice fell, he held the sword and attacked directly.

"噗" a sword light lit up, and just as Gao Genming's long sword was handed out, Feng Buping took the sword and sealed it horizontally.

When the two swords collided, there was a bang, and the sword in Gao Genming's hand was sent flying by Feng Buping, and then Feng Buping's sword fell on Gao Genming's shoulder.

The joy of victory really came and went quickly.In a short time, Gao Genming was defeated by Feng Buping.

"I lost, thank you uncle for your guidance." Gao Genming left the stage dejectedly.

"Brother, have you gained something?" Zhang Yu asked Gao Genming.

"Have."

"It's enough to gain something."

Zhang Yudao: "In the second round, you will be the one who will come to ask Master Feng for advice, senior brother."

Linghu Chong walked to the center of the arena with a smile and said, "Uncle Master's swordsmanship is superb, and this disciple admires him. I also ask Uncle Master to give me some pointers."

Linghu Chong drew out the long sword at his waist, and drew a sword flower, the tip of the sword pierced Feng Buping straight.

The sword in Linghu Chong's hand was shining brightly, and amidst the flickering sword light, the spikes of the sword were flying up and down.

Not to mention seeing the moves clearly, even the real body of the long sword can't be found. What's even more surprising is that there is no sound when the long sword is flying.

"You don't see Xiyi when you turn a blind eye, and you don't see Yi when you hear it. Brother Feng, is this son using the Xiyi sword technique of the Huashan School? It's really amazing." Master Fang Zheng said to Feng Qingqing.

"That's right, this is Huashan's Xiyi swordsmanship." Feng Qingyang said.

In the arena, Huo Huo Jianguang attacked Feng Buping, but Feng Buping raised his sword solemnly and swung it.

Suddenly a gust of sword wind blew up in the arena, and this gust of sword wind went straight to Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong's sword light was blown away by the wind like a leaf falling in the wind, revealing the real body of the long sword in his hand.

Then Feng Buping made a series of seven swords, a chain of swords.

As the long sword continued to thrust out, the wind of the sword became stronger and stronger.

Linghu Chong leaped back a few feet, trying to avoid Feng Buping's sudden attack.

It's just that Feng Buping walked with the sword and did not relax following Linghu Chong's figure.

"What a deep internal strength, what a quick movement. I can't fight recklessly. I have to beat him with swordsmanship." Linghu Chong thought to himself.

Linghu Chong pressed down the long sword, body and sword merged into one.To stab Fengbuping's navel.

This is the broken sword style in Dugu Nine Swords.

Feng Buping planned to defeat Linghu Chong in one go, but he didn't expect Linghu Chong's long sword to stab himself in the lower abdomen, and this sword is unique, otherwise the enemy's body would be pierced first, and the enemy's weapon could pierce himself. Although the distance between people is only an instant, there is no difference in sequence after all.

Feng Buping saw that although his sword could stab Linghu Chong, but he would be injured first, this sword was so dangerous.

Feng Buping immediately retreated, took a breath, and immediately swung his long sword, turning into a curtain of swords, attacking like wind and thunder.

At this time Linghu Chong had put life and death aside, and kept thinking of the various sword techniques that Feng Qingyang pointed out in his mind.

Sometimes I think of the sword move on the rock wall of the cave behind the cliff, and sometimes I think of the sword fight with Zhang Yuzhi.

Changing to Cheng Huan was agile and unrestrained, Linghu Chong and Feng Buping made dozens of strokes off each other in a short while, and their long swords never touched each other.

But the intersection of two swords is extremely dangerous, if you don't pay attention, you will die

.The onlookers were dazzled by the sight, and they all applauded secretly, it was just a series of dozens of attacks, Linghu rushed to internal strength, his physical strength was exhausted, and his strength was exhausted.

Feng Buping couldn't beat Linghu Chong in sword moves for a while, he couldn't help feeling anxious, his attacks became stronger and stronger, and he wanted to use his deep internal strength to win, so whenever he couldn't resist the moves, he turned his sword into a knife and slashed hard Hard cut.

"Qizong's swordsmanship is high, and Jianzong's internal strength is strong. What happened? This Huashan School's Qizong, Jianzong is actually upside down?" A Taoist priest of Taishan School said.

When Feng Buping heard this, his face blushed, and the long sword suddenly made it feel like a storm.

Feng Buping's long sword swiped three and a half moons in a row, one month cut Linghu Chong's right arm, one month straight cut Linghu Chong's throat, and one month straight cut Linghu Chong's chest and abdomen.

The Huashan School is passed down from the Quanzhen School, and the Quanzhen School has a sword technique "one qi transforms three cleans."

Feng Buping's move is a copy of the sword move created by "One Qi Transforming Three Purities", and it also has a name, it is called: Three Pools Reflecting the Moon.

This move was really hot. In the midst of a crisis, Feng Qingyang's words sounded in Linghu Chong's mind: "If you don't have a move on your sword, the enemy will be invulnerable; even if you have an exquisite sword technique, you can touch people."

For a moment, all kinds of exquisite sword moves turned into a mountain of Hua in Linghu Chong's mind. Linghu Chong held the long sword with his right hand and pressed it towards Feng Buping, as if he was holding Huashan and pressing it towards Feng Buping.

The bright moon hangs high, and Huashan towers.A vision rose in the martial arts arena.

Mingyue bumped into Huashan, shaking Huashan, but Huashan still blocked Mingyue.

"Sword Intent, I didn't expect that these two people actually comprehended the Sword Intent. Brother Feng, you Huashan will definitely rise." Daoist Chongxu said to Feng Qingyang.

"Then I will lend you a good word." Feng Qingyang said happily.

The Taoist of Taishan School said again: "The swordsmanship of this sword sect is only as good as this, and it is not as good as the swordsmanship of the disciples of the Qi sect."

Hearing this, Feng Buping thought to himself: "My Sword Sect is known for its swordsmanship, if I lose to a junior of the Qi Sect in swordsmanship, I will never have the face to walk in the rivers and lakes again."

At this point, Yan thought to himself, "I can't hide my clumsiness when I'm here."

Looking up to the sky with a long cry, he turned his body and walked forward obliquely. The long sword slashed and struck directly. Suddenly, the wind was strong. He drew the sword faster and faster, and the sound of the wind became louder and louder.

Before five or six moves, Feng Buping's long sword turned into a gust of wind.

The name of this sword is: Kuangfeng Kuaijian.