Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　Even Linghu Chong only knew about this sword technique, not where it came from.

　　Where did this unheard-of ninth prince in front of him come from?

　　Immediately he asked, "Who are you?"

　　The corner of Zhu Hao's mouth twitched, and he was too lazy to answer such a nutritious question, he just said: "Lin Yuantu, use your Feifeixian to ask Mr. Feng for advice!"

　　Hearing these words, Lin Yuantu took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions.

　　His eyes were slightly closed and then opened, and the aura of the whole person was suddenly different from before.

　　The clothes are automatically without wind, and the black hair is gently raised, like a red dust fairy.

　　The aura is indistinct, and it appears and disappears from time to time. If he hadn't been standing in front of everyone's eyes, I'm afraid everyone would think that there was no one there.

　　At the same time, Feng Qingyang felt that an invisible sword intent began to entangle towards him.

　　The surroundings fell into silence.

　　The slowly flying dust in the air froze, as if time had stopped.

　　Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, faintly feeling that although the sky was clear, the world in front of them was chaotic and pitch-dark.

　　Suddenly, a ray of light appeared in the endless darkness.

　　That is the sword light!

　　Feng Qingyang's eyes narrowed, and his whole body was unstoppably ready for battle.

　　He never thought that in the first battle after he entered the Grand Master Realm, facing an opponent whose realm was not as good as his own, he would actually feel such a crisis.

　　That bright sword light was the brightest he had ever seen in his life!

　　"Flying Immortals..." He couldn't help muttering, remembering what Zhu Hao said just now, and his heart was even more vigilant.

　　How could he not know the name of Sword Immortal Ye Gucheng?

　　Even though he is dead now, but before his death, he was a martial arts master who truly reached the peak of Taoism by virtue of his own kendo.

　　Compared to him, a great master who has comprehended other people's swordsmanship breakthroughs, he is not known by many levels.

　　How could Lin Yuantu learn to fly immortals from outside the sky?

　　He didn't know...but it wasn't the time to think about it.

　　How could he dare to despise the sword intent left by this existence?

　　At the moment, the spirit, energy and spirit are completely unified, and when the palm is grasped, the three-foot green front appears in the palm, and a cold, unprovoked and unpredictable mysterious temperament appears around him.

　　"Broken Sword Style!"

　　The sword-breaking style of Dugu's Nine Swords is designed to break the swordsmanship of all schools and schools in the world.

　　Pay attention to the first mover, no move wins!

　　The heavy intention is not heavy, the sword intention is nowhere to be found, but it is sharp.

　　On the other side, that dazzling sword light became more and more dazzling, like a meteor descending into the world in the dark night, piercing through nothingness.

　　The sword light flew obliquely, like a shocking light and lightning, and like a long rainbow.

　　Everyone present was dazzled, but they did not expect such a terrifying sword in this world.

　　The two sword lights collided in an instant, and the surrounding space suddenly solidified.

　　After a short while, a storm-like endless edge burst out.

　　Spin, cut, splash, devour... spread out and drift away.

　　Rumble!

　　Two sword lights mixed with extreme sharpness sputtered around, and the rocks on both sides were instantly smashed into powder.

　　Even some small hills were cut off completely, the incisions were extremely flat, and they fell high.

　　For a time, the smoke and dust rose, the ground shook and the mountains shook, as if it were the end of the world.

　　Those Huashan disciples were even more trembling, lying on the ground, for fear that they would be wiped by the scattered edge and lose their lives in vain.

　　Yue Buqun dodged in embarrassment, while looking at the air with a complicated expression.

　　He, who is proud of himself, never thought that one day, he would watch other people's battles from such a perspective.

　　And myself, I don't even have the qualifications to intervene.

　　Suddenly, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the carriage where Zhu Hao was, and suddenly froze.

　　I saw that the carriage did not move at all, and the guards around it were like statues, firmly surrounding the carriage.

　　The rocks that fell from the sky were slapped out by an invisible force before they approached the carriage.

　　Within four or five meters of the carriage, there was no smoke or dust at all.

　　It's like a pure land! .

Chapter 15

　　Under such a chaotic battlefield, there is such a small area like pure land.

　　It looks so weird.

　　It's just that Yue Buqun hasn't had time to think about it, and the brief confrontation over his head has ended.

　　hum!

　　The clear sound of the sword chirping sounded, and the two figures backed away.

　　In just a breath of time, to outsiders, it was only a matter of seconds, but between the two of them, there were hundreds of battles.

　　Feng Qingyang's breathing was slightly heavier, and the white robe on his body was no longer neat, with a lot of dust and damage.

　　Lin Yuantu's face was pale, and his brows were furrowed. He was about to say something when his face suddenly flushed, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and his breath shriveled.

　　The confrontation just now... he finally fell into the inferior position.

　　Even if he comprehends the Sword Intent of Flying Immortals in the Sky, it is not enough to make up for the gap between a half-step master and a great master.

　　How could he know that Feng Qingyang was even more shocked.

　　He knows the change in strength from a half-step master to a master realm. It can be described as earth-shattering.

　　Moreover, he also used the broken sword style, which was designed to break the swordsmanship of the world!

　　Under such circumstances, it took more than a hundred moves to defeat Lin Yuantu!

　　There is only one reason for this, and that is Lin Yuantu's Sword Intent of the Flying Immortals in the Sky, which is the most complete inheritance of the Sword Intent of the Flying Immortals in Heaven.

　　That is the Sword Immortal Ye Gucheng, the strongest sword that he realized when he was only one step away from the Land God Wonderland.

　　Everyone said that when Ye Gucheng was dueling with Ximen Chuixue, the last style of flying immortal from the sky was already standing on the threshold of the land god fairyland with one foot.

　　And the inheritance he masters comes from the long-established sword demon Dugu Qiuqiu.

　　But it is only incomplete, and most of the sword intent and kendo come from his own understanding.

　　In this way, compared to Lin Yuantu's sword, he really has no advantage.

　　It can only be shaken by the cultivation base!

　　……

　　Yue Buqun and his group who were watching from the sidelines were overjoyed when they saw Lin Yuantu vomiting blood.

　　They rejoiced and said, "Senior's magic is unparalleled!"

　　Yue Buqun's expression changed again and again, he walked to Feng Qingyang with a dry laugh, and cupped his hands: "Master Feng, thanks to your timely action this time, you can turn the tide..."

　　Feng Qingyang glanced at him coldly, and snorted without answering.

　　Obviously, he didn't like to see Yue Buqun very much, and was very despised by his various hypocritical behaviors.

　　Yue Buqun was instantly embarrassed, but he was always brazen and didn't care.

　　Feng Qingyang walked to Zhu Hao's car and said solemnly, "Are you coming out by yourself, or will I find you out?"

　　A lazy voice came from the car and said, "Why, does Mr. Feng feel that the victory is in his hands?"

　　Hearing this, Feng Qingyang said as a matter of course: "Your strongest thugs have all been defeated. If you still have any means, just use them!"

　　Although he had never heard of the names of the ninth princes of the Ming Dynasty, he also knew roughly how old the sons of the Ming emperor were.

　　The eldest prince is only under thirty, and this ninth prince... is about twenty years old.

　　For a young man of this age, Feng Qingyang really couldn't think of what he had to be afraid of.

　　Lin Yuantu listened to Feng Qingyang's words, walked up to Zhu Hao's car with a face of shame, and cupped his hands: "My subordinates are incompetent, I'm embarrassing the prince!"

　　Zhu Hao said lightly: "He has just entered the realm of a great master, and his cultivation has not yet stabilized. The gap between the two of you is not too far away! If you can thoroughly study the 'Flying Immortals in the Sky', you will be better than him. Disaster!"

　　Hearing this, Lin Yuantu immediately lowered his head and said, "What the prince taught is that his subordinates must redouble their efforts to cultivate in the future to live up to the prince's grace!"

　　Listening to the conversation between the two, Feng Qingyang felt a strange feeling in his heart.

　　Why did the young man in the car seem to be guiding Lin Yuantu's practice?

　　Looking at Lin Yuantu's respectful face, he didn't seem to be flattering, but he seemed to be following his teaching sincerely.

　　An uneasy feeling emerged in Feng Qingyang's mind.

　　It's too late to change!

　　Feng Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately decided to do it directly.

　　He tapped the ground with his toes and rushed out like the wind, before reaching Zhu Hao's car in the blink of an eye.

　　The arm shook, and the long sword made a humming sound and stabbed straight into the carriage.

　　Strangely, the guards around didn't stop Feng Qingyang for a moment, and his eyes didn't change at all, as if he didn't care about Feng Qingyang's actions.

　　Feng Qingyang felt weird, but his hands moved faster and faster.

　　Seeing that a sword is about to pierce the sedan curtain, a sudden change occurs!

　　hum!