"Boy, listen well, I'll pass on a swordsmanship to you, and how much you can comprehend depends on your own creation."

The old man's voice appeared in Ling Hu Chong's ears again, although he didn't know why the other party wanted to teach him swordsmanship, but Ling Hu Chong also knew that this was definitely his own fate, so he calmed down, and while fighting with the big stall head, he wrote down the mystery of the Dugu Nine Swords that Feng Qingyang taught him.

Dugu Nine Swords is divided into nine styles, of course, this does not mean that the dignified Dugu Nine Swords only have nine moves, nine is the extreme, so it is crowned with nine swords, and the real core of Dugu Nine Swords is that there are no moves to win, the world moves are endless, and it is the real Dugu Nine Swords at hand.

If Feng Qingyang's guidance before made Ling Hu Chong realize that his sword moves were not immutable, then the core meaning of the Dugu Nine Swords that Feng Qingyang taught him at this time was to let Ling Hu Chong truly step into another world above the sword path.

is worthy of being a kendo wizard, Ling Hu Chong just listened to Feng Qingyang talk about the mystery of Dugu Nine Swords, and immediately had some understanding, and integrated these insights into his sword moves.

Fang Xiaoyu immediately noticed that Ling Hu Chong's sword moves had become ethereal, if Ling Hu Chong's sword moves were still limited to Huashan sword moves before, then at this time, Dugu Jiujian suddenly opened up another world, making Ling Hu Chong's moves no longer limited to the rules, so that any sword move that he had never seen could be incorporated into his own swordsmanship.

This time, the big stall head who fought with Ling Hu Chong was completely unsettled, what was going on, why did Ling Hu Chong's swordsmanship style change so much.

Originally, it was the head of the big stall who relied on the cheapness of the Huashan sword moves to suppress Ling Hu Chong to the death, but as Ling Hu Chong's swordsmanship improved, the situation was reversed.

Suddenly, Ling Hu Chong broke through the qi style, stabbing directly at the flaw of the big stall head's palm technique, the sword light flashed, a touch of blood flashed, and the wrist tendons of the big stall head were easily broken by Ling Hu Chong.

With a scream, the big stall stomped on his head and feet, his body rose to the sky, and he condescendingly and viciously tried to kill Ling Hu Chong.

Seeing this, the corners of Ling Hu Chong's mouth showed a hint of disdain, and Ling Hu Chong, who had passed on the Dugu Nine Swords, only felt that countless exquisite sword moves flashed in his mind, staring at the head of the big stall, his body moved at will, and the sword move stabbed straight at the head of the big stall.

The look of the big stall changed greatly, and the other hand had been abolished, and at this time, he could only meet it with one palm, trying to move Ling Hu Chong's sword away, but it was a pity that Ling Hu Chong had already obtained the essence of Dugu Nine Swords at this time, and he was the first person under Ling Hu Chong's Dugu Nine Swords.

Blood splashed, and the sword move strangely avoided the palm of the big stall head, and lightly slashed across the throat of the big stall head.

Blood gushed out, and the corpse at the head of the stall fell to the ground with a thud, and the eyes were wide open, and they couldn't be seen at a glance.

At this time, Ling Hu Chong's temperament has changed a lot, as long as anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

Fang Xiaoyu sighed lightly: "It's really worthy of being the protagonist of the peak of luck, when the opportunity comes, Xiuwei will break through when he says that he will break through." ”

Ling Hu Chong cultivated to step into the innate realm and become one of the strongest people in the world.

As for those Dongchang fans, after the big stall head died in the hands of Ling Hu Chong, where did these Dongchang fans dare to stay, so powerful big stall heads were killed, wouldn't they stay looking for death.

For these fans, Ling Hu Chong had no intention of chasing and killing, and found Yue Lingshan, who refused to stay away, and returned to the broken temple again.

Fortunately, Feng Qingyang did not leave, but Ling Hu Chong breathed a sigh of relief, and at a glance, he knew that Feng Qingyang was the kind of master in the world, and it was extremely normal for his whereabouts to be erratic.

If it weren't for worrying about Yue Lingshan, Ling Hu Chong would definitely not leave, no matter what, Feng Qingyang passed on a peerless sword technique to him, and he would like to thank the other party.

Back in the broken temple, Ling Hu Chong stepped forward and bowed respectfully and said: "The seniors are above, please accept Ling Hu Chong's worship, and ask the seniors to tell the honorable name, so that Ling Hu Chong can know who taught the boy's swordsmanship." ”

At this time, Fang Xiaoyu suddenly jumped out, holding several jars of aged wine looted from the Luding World in his hand, plus some barbecue.

Regarding Fang Xiaoyu's appearance, Feng Qingyang seemed very calm, obviously with his unfathomable cultivation, Fang Xiaoyu did not deliberately hide his figure, so it was naturally impossible not to detect Fang Xiaoyu's whereabouts.

"Brother Linghu, this is your Huashan senior, you kid can get his old man's attention and teach you Dugu Nine Swords, but your kid has been the creation of several lifetimes!"

In his heart, he was wondering where Fang Xiaoyu had gone, but after listening to Fang Xiaoyu's words, Ling Hu Chong was slightly stunned and looked at Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang glanced at Fang Xiaoyu, and said with a slight smile: "You are Fang Xiaoyu, the newly rising leader of the beggar gang, I have always heard of your name, and when I saw it today, it was indeed worthy of the name, seeing you and Ling Huchong, Feng felt that he was really old, and a generation of new people replaced the old people......"

Feng Qingyang's words were a little twilight, but he was touched when he saw that Ling Hu Chong and Fang Xiaoyu had become the top existences in the rivers and lakes at a young age.

Fang Xiaoyu threw a jar of fine wine to Ling Hu Chong, and handed another jar to Feng Qingyang, and said with a smile: "Senior Feng can be said to be old and strong, how can I compare with my predecessors when I am at the end of my studies." ”

The wind was clear and proud, patted open the wine jar, opened his mouth and drank, the aroma of the wine spread, so that Hu Chong, the drunkard's wine worm, was immediately aroused, and he raised the wine jar and drank it in a big gulp.

Fang Xiaoyu didn't drink so much, but he also drank it in a big gulp.

With a bang, the wine jar was smashed by Fang Xiaoyu, and the wine swelled up, Fang Xiaoyu's eyes flashed with essence and said to Feng Qing: "Senior Feng, the kid has the courage to ask the seniors for a lesson or two, and please ask the seniors to allow it." ”

Ling Hu Chong couldn't help but be startled when he heard it, since he knew Feng Qingyang's identity, Ling Hu Chong had a lot of respect for Feng Qingyang, one was that Feng Qingyang was his predecessor in Huashan, and the other was that Feng Qingyang had the grace to teach him righteousness.

No matter what point it is, it is not tolerable for Ling Hu Chong to be disrespectful to Feng Qingyang, and the name of Feng Qingyang is almost mythical on the rivers and lakes, even if Ling Hu Chong cultivates to Dajin, he never thinks of fighting with Feng Qingyang.

Therefore, when Fang Xiaoyu proposed a competition to Feng Qingyang, Hu Chong was so surprised.

But soon Ling Hu Chong became excited, for Ling Hu Chong Feng Qingyang is a myth, now if you can see Feng Qingyang make a move, Ling Hu Chong is naturally very much looking forward to it.

Especially Fang Xiaoyu who challenged the wind and Qingyang, in the past few years, Fang Xiaoyu's name can be said to have spread all over the rivers and lakes, no matter who Fang Xiaoyu's opponent is, but there has never been a defeat, even if he was undefeated in the face of the East who was faintly known as the first person in the world, Fang Xiaoyu was not defeated.

Feng Qingyang didn't expect that Fang Xiaoyu would actually challenge him, since Dugu Nine Swords became a master and won the title of Sword Saint, how long has it been since he had a happy fight with the same people.

Even if he prides himself on quitting the rivers and lakes and doesn't ask about the world, but in the final analysis, Feng Qingyang is still a person in the rivers and lakes, and once he enters the rivers and lakes, how can he say that he can quit if he quits.

That martial arts heart that had been silent for a long time was stimulated by Fang Xiaoyu at this moment, and it suddenly became hot.

A scorching color flashed from Feng Qingyang's eyes, and Feng Qingyang laughed and said: "I have long heard that the eighteen palms of the dragon are the beggars to help the town gang, hundreds of years ago, the hero Guo Jing was rampant in the world, almost invincible, today Feng can see the true face of the eighteen palms of the dragon, it is really a great joy in life." ”

Feng Qingyang's words naturally agreed to Fang Xiaoyu's invitation to fight, this time it was not only Fang Xiaoyu, but also Ling Hu Chong and Yue Lingshan on the side were also looking forward to it.

Fang Xiaoyu laughed with a bit of alcohol: "The kid also wants to see the true power of the Dugu Nine Swords handed down by the former sword demon Dugu to defeat his predecessors. ”

Saying that, Fang Xiaoyu walked out of the broken temple first, and Feng Qingyang walked out with him, as for Ling Hu Chong and Yue Lingshan, they stood still at the gate of the broken temple, looking at the two from a distance.

Yue Lingshan's eyes blinked, and she whispered, "Senior Brother, you said that Uncle Feng and Gang Master Fang are stronger." ”

Ling Hu Chong was about to blurt out the name of Feng Qingyang, but he didn't know why, when he looked at the imposing and immobile figure of Fang Xiaoyu not far away, he swallowed the words when they came to his mouth.

Dugu Jiujian is indeed a martial arts master, but the eighteen palms of the dragon are not bad, one of the two is like the rising sun, like the sun, full of potential, and the other is old and strong, and has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, just about to say which of the two is stronger, even if Hu Chong's heart is more inclined to Feng Qingyang, he does not dare to conclude that Feng Qingyang will definitely be able to defeat Fang Xiaoyu.

Just looking at Feng Qingyang's white hair, he knew that Feng Qingyang was actually going downhill, if it was pushed forward by ten years, Ling Hu Chong could be sure that Fang Xiaoyu was not Feng Qingyang's opponent.

But if Fang Xiaoyu is given another ten years to grow up, even if the wind is clear in his heyday, Fang Xiaoyu is not without the strength to fight.

Therefore, there is nothing unfair about the fight between the two, Feng Qingyang has entered the twilight of his life, but Fang Xiaoyu is also the rising sun and has not yet reached the peak of his life, which is stronger or weaker only depends on the result of the two fighting.

The two did not make a move immediately, but silently observed each other's flaws, but the two of them were full of momentum, and they were not people without experience in fighting, and their cultivation was top-notch, so it was naturally not so easy to find any flaws from each other.

The momentum accumulated to the extreme, and the two of them finally shot together under the traction of the qi machine. [Can you move to the starting point to support the genuine version, and force the author to open anti-theft, okay? ] 】

With the wind and Qingyang's current swordsmanship attainments, he has already reached the point where he has no sword in his hand and a sword in his heart. (To be continued.) )