Chapter 225: A Peerless Battle

When martial arts reach the level of Long Buyang and Chu Maniac, what is valued is the realm of martial arts, not simple moves.

The Outer Heaven Divine Sword that can make Long Buyang tremble, represents a pinnacle of swordsmanship.

The purple current star has already moved Feng Ziyue.

This sword is on the sidelines, but it is extremely powerful, if the power of this sword can be fully demonstrated, I am afraid that it will not be under the realm of the fifth type of ten thousand swords of the Fengziyue Sword Divine Technique.

It was already amazing to be able to see such a sword, and I couldn't imagine that Long Buyang actually had another sword in his hands!

"Outer Blade ......"

Feng Ziyue nodded in amazement, "Sure enough, it is the Outer Heaven Divine Sword, and it can be regarded as being immersed in the 'lewdness' sword path for many years, but I have never seen such a sword method, could it be that it was created by the dragon seniors?"

The method of the sword, which is very different from the usual swordsmanship, is varied, showing a strange realm of swordsmanship, if it is created by Long Buyang, it is too terrifying.

Long Buyang shook his head.

"The so-called Outer Heaven Divine Sword naturally comes from outside the sky...... I just got two of them by accident. ”

Fifty years ago, in the ancient city of Longbuyang Desert, I accidentally got a fragment of a sword book, which recorded two magical sword styles, and there was a codex next to it, which carefully described the origin of these two sword styles.

It is said that hundreds of years ago, there was a young man in the desert who rescued a dying old man, and took care of him for several months, and the old man finally died, but before he died, he passed these two sword styles to him, claiming that he was from outside the world, and asked him to learn these two swords well, become the first swordsman in the world, and go to a sword competition for him in the future.

It's a pity that this young man's qualifications are mediocre, and he has only practiced one of them, although he has also become a very powerful swordsman, but after all, he is in a remote desert, and he can't talk about being the first in the world.

Later, after the young man died of old age, these two sword styles were passed on to future generations, but unfortunately the next generation is not as good as the generation, and these two sword techniques have not been practiced for hundreds of years.

After Long Buyang accidentally obtained this sword score, he pondered it carefully, and immediately felt excited about the sword dao realm that these two swords revealed, and he immediately cultivated hard.

It's a pity that due to his physical condition, he can only practice one of them after all.

Another type of purple current star, he also searched for many years before he found Fan Dongliu, who was born with a thunder body, to practice.

It's a pity that Fan Dongliu's qualifications on the sword are mediocre, although he has practiced this purple current star style, he can't exert one percent of the power of this Outer Heaven Divine Sword.

And Long Buyang has never been able to find an evenly matched hand, and he has no chance to cast another sword, it is rare for Feng Ziyue to create the fifth style of the sword magic technique, which can be compared with this heavenly divine sword, which makes Long Buyang how unhappy.

"That's so—"

Feng Ziyue heard these past events, and thought of the power of the old man's two swords, and couldn't help but be leisurely fascinated.

"It's really a happy thing to have this opportunity to see such a wonderful trick, Senior Long, there is no need to say more, please use your sword!"

Hearing the legend of the Heavenly Sword, where did Feng Ziyue still have any thoughts to talk about, he devoted himself to the way of the sword, he was not good at talking, instead of using words to communicate, it was better to use the sword to communicate, to be more direct.

"Good!"

Long Buyang was not polite, he let out a long laugh, his wrist flicked, and he actually pulled out a short sword from the jade flute.

I saw that this sword was transparent, about a foot long, and it was originally a light yellow "color" crystal, and under the snow light, it refracted and "shot" colorful arc light, which "fascinated" people's ears and eyes, and was very luxurious.

"This sword is called Amber Light. ”

Long Buyang proudly displayed this short sword.

"It is the old man who spent thirty years of hard work to make countless precious spars, although there is no sharpness, but it can carry the power of heaven and earth, and a sword is invincible. Wind friend, you have to be careful!"

The sword of the acquired martial artist is naturally the pursuit of sharpness, but in the hands of the innate master, the material of the sword has become important.

The key point is that it must be able to carry the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force, ordinary swords cannot carry the majestic Heaven and Earth Yuan Force, and if you swing it a few times, it will be shattered, and it will naturally not be suitable for the battle of the innate master.

Feng Ziyue's previous ruthless sword was already good, but after performing the nameless sword technique, it turned into flying ashes, and it just couldn't carry the power of heaven and earth beyond the limit.

And now the Xuanmu Holy Sword he made seems to be slightly better material, but it seems to be slightly inferior to the Amber Light Sword of Long Buyang.

Long Buyang is worthy of a generation of strange people, forging it by himself, and he can still get such a divine sword, which is even more "beautiful" than the sword handed down from ancient times thousands of years ago.

Feng Ziyue smiled and nodded, and the wooden sword in his hand shook slightly.

"This sword is called the Xuanmu Holy Sword, it is a sacred relic inherited from Canglan Mountain, and the dragon predecessors must have seen ......."

Long Buyang has been famous for decades, and it is impossible that he has not dealt with Canglan Holy Mountain.

Sure enough, he nodded and smiled slightly, "Feng Xiaoyou not only passed the sixth level of the Tianwu Trial, became the successor of Tianwu, obtained the inheritance of the Martial Saint, and succeeded as the lord of Canglan Mountain. ”

Canglan Mountain Martial Saint is also a famous and decent family in the end, and his reputation in the martial arts is no less than that of Long Buyang, a strange man of his generation.

What's more, the pure heart white mist of Canglan Mountain is powerful, and with Long Buyang's ability, Canglan Mountain may not be the opponent of the Martial Saint.

Although now Canglan Mountain has overturned, and the white mist of the pure heart is no longer there, Feng Ziyue seems to have broken through the trap of the martial saints of the past dynasties, and he is still staying in the innate seventh level of martial arts, but the swordsmanship is strong enough to exert the power of the innate eighth layer, and in a battle with himself, it is not yet known who will kill the deer.

"Whew!"

Long Buyang had just finished his polite gesture, and suddenly he made a clear sound, and the amber light in his hand was flying as a streamer, and he had already made a move!

Feng Ziyue let out a long laugh, and the sword light drew a circle, and he was already in a battle with him!

Long Buyang's swordsmanship is mainly based on the four characteristics of Qing, strange, ancient and strange.

The swordsmanship is ethereal, without a trace of fireworks, which is "clear";

Varied and ingenious, this is "strange";

Each sword has a heritage, which reminds people of the profound swordsmanship of ancient times, which is "ancient";

And the changes are peculiar, and they are completely different from the original swordsmanship, which makes people unguardable, which is "strange"!

Long Buyang dabbled in a wide range of skills, extremely smart, when he was a teenager, he was already famous all over the world, the way of swordsmanship, although it is only one aspect he is good at, but the swordsmanship he created, but none of them can be called the mastery of the sword.

The same sword technique, which was displayed in his hand, was naturally very different from that in the hands of Fan Dongliu, and the power and change of the sword were a hundred times stronger than just now.

Feng Ziyue shook his spirit and exerted all his skills to barely fight a draw.

I saw that above the city tower, there were thousands of sword qi, shaking and scattering the snow, and the two of them each had a masterpiece, tumbling and rolling, and in an instant, they had already fought a hundred moves.

"Drink!"

Long Buyang was in high spirits, and the amber light was circling and flying, just like a swimming dragon, the sword body was originally only a short one-foot sword body, but it brought out several zhang of sword light, coiling and whirling.

Feng Ziyue's swordsmanship seems to be much slower than him, just slowly stabbing out one sword after another, and the soldiers will block the water to cover the earth, which is decent, but by chance, it is a counterattack sword, but it is also very sharp, forcing Long Buyang to return to the sword to defend.

"Happy!"

Long Buyang shouted, "Feng Xiaoyou, I didn't expect you to be proficient in various swordsmanship, in the midst of change, it is a smooth flow, the old man has used swords for decades, but he is not as far as you!"

In a hundred fierce battles, what Long Buyang performed was all his own original swordsmanship, and these swordsmanship were all created by his inspiration, but I am afraid that there are no two or three people in the world who have seen it, and it can be said that they are surprisingly successful.

But Feng Ziyue still has more than enough to deal with, I saw that no matter how weird Long Buyang's sword moves were, there was always a corresponding sword technique to deal with, Long Buyang changed six or seven sets of sword techniques and made more than a hundred moves, but Feng Ziyue used at least twenty or thirty sets of various sword techniques to resolve all his attacks.

The powerful thing is that Feng Ziyue uses the swordsmanship of various factions, all of which are easy to come by, and the connection is unhindered, as if it is a set of swordsmanship, smooth and smooth, just like flowing water, this kind of realm is not something that can be achieved by memorizing dozens of hundreds of sets of swordsmanship.

Even Long Buyang himself, although he is also widely involved in the swordsmanship of various schools and factions, but he wants to say that he can perform it in one go like this young man, but he can't do it.

He was surprised and happy in his heart, knowing that he had seen a genius among the geniuses of sword training.

This state of extreme familiarity is not only a natural keen understanding of sword moves, but also requires a long period of hard training - if someone is born to do this, it is a super genius in the sword.

No, even a super genius can't do that!

Long Buyang shook his head, looking at Feng Ziyue's gaze, there was a little more surprise.

This young man is only sixteen years old, even if he starts practicing swords from his mother's womb, he should not be able to reach this kind of realm where he can do what he wants.

Without twenty or thirty years of hard training, even a genius would not have been able to reach this point.

"Even if it's the man......"

Long Buyang's face darkened, he was a conceited genius all his life, and what others needed to take time to do, he only needed to take a look.

The way of martial arts, others practice kung fu for ten years, he only needs to practice for one year, this kind of demonic talent, has achieved the name of his generation of strange people, but it also made him too proud when he was young.

It wasn't until a few decades ago that he met a person who was more genius, hardworking, and single-minded than him, and was defeated, and Long Buyang suddenly woke up and retired from then on, no longer self-righteous.

Over the past few decades, he has cultivated his self-cultivation and "sexuality", and he can see it.

Could it be that today, I will see a person who is more talented than himself?

Long Buyang thought in his heart, the swordsmanship couldn't help but slow down, Feng Ziyue took this opportunity and immediately launched a counterattack, only to see his sword light shake, exuding a chilling momentum, the tip of the sword folded back, stabbing at Long Buyang's face.

The momentum is magnificent, full of indomitable determination.

"Okay! What a sword technique! The spring breeze does not pass the Yumen Pass! Sure enough, it is the right time!"

Long Buyang laughed, and the horizontal sword intercepted, but under this decisive sword, the sword light collapsed, and he had to fly back.

This is the first time that the two of them have exchanged swords and made a hundred moves!

Feng Ziyue snorted, and without stopping, a series of three swords stabbed out.

"Yanshan snowflakes are as big as a table!"

"The general's snow is full of bows and knives!"

"There is no one in the west out of Yangguan!"

Out of the swordsmanship, every move is to go and not return, resolute, now Feng Ziyue stepped on the Yumen Xiongguan, by the momentum of this cold border pass, is to give full play to the power of this set of swordsmanship.

For a while, Long Buyang was also anxious, retreating step by step, but his face was full of smiles.

After entering the congenital, the strength of martial arts is closely related to the right time, place and people.

Walking against the sky, after all, is tied, and the qi of the ground can seriously affect the performance of martial arts.

For example, on the blue sea, no matter how powerful the fire martial arts are, it must always be discounted; just like the sea overlord Yu Qianren, who casts the water dragon "Yin" in the desert, it can only exert six or seven percent of the power.

These are naturally more obvious.

Like Feng Ziyue, borrowing the thousand-year-old majestic atmosphere of Yumen Pass, the nostalgia and heroism of the people who are out of the plug are depressed, and this peerless sword technique is displayed, the unity of heaven, earth and man, and the spirit is concentrated, even if it is Long Buyang, it can't be sharp.

"If this continues, the old man will defeat your men!"

Long Buyang let out a long laugh, the sword light flickered, and the surrounding scene changed when he landed!

Ten miles of peach blossoms, warm spring breeze, clear waves, and beautiful people bathing, clever smiles, like silver bell-like laughter faintly, it is really fragrant!

Long Buyang was "forced" by Feng Ziyue's sword technique, and he was the first to summon the battle scene.

Ten miles of peach blossom gentle township is an iron-blooded young hero mound.

Long Buyang's green robe fluttering, standing under the peach blossom tree with a sword, only to see the petals flying, the white whiskers flickering, looking like a fairy among the people.

Feng Ziyue's swordsmanship, under the warm spring breeze and peach blossoms, immediately looked out of place, Long Buyang looked back at a sword, and immediately "forced" him to retreat.

"When you wake up, you only sit in front of you, and you come to sleep when you're drunk!"

Long Buyang lightly "chanted" the verses, and the sword light was gentle, but it forced Feng Ziyue to keep retreating.

"Feng Xiaoyou just used poetry as a sword, fierce and fierce, but it was inevitably too rigid, young people's blood is strong, the fight of the ring, the gang is very easy to break, why don't you try my peach blossom fairy sword, how about singing the gentleness in this word?"

He kept talking, but the sword light was getting faster and faster, and he saw that the front end of the amber light showed the shape of petals, falling like a dream.

"Half-awake and half-drunk, day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year. ”

The charming and gentle verses have turned into a murderous sword, a piece of beautiful petals, a slight tremor makes people's hearts break, but as long as you are not careful, you will die under this gentle and beautiful sword.

Feng Ziyue retreated again and again, forced by the lingering sword light and barely had the power to fight back.

Just listening to the sound of sneering, the white clothes on his body were actually cut off by Long Buyang's short sword!

"Good swordsmanship!"

Feng Ziyue praised, turned over and retreated, the sword light changed again, and the scene behind him also changed.

Lonely and desolate, the top of the Changming Tower!