Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, vaguely remembered something, and only listened to Feng Qingyang continue, "At the top of Huashan Mountain, you promised the old man to accompany the old man to test the sword for three months, but after your kid left, he never went up again, causing the old man to wait for months in vain. ”

Murong Fu suddenly realized, his old face couldn't help but blush, when he went to Huashan to seek the sword moves of the five mountains in the secret cave of the cliff, he met Hong Qigong and Feng Qingyang on the top of Huashan, and then competed with the two respectively, and won the "Fifteen Palms of the Descending Dragon" and the Dugu Nine Swords.

At that time, Feng Qingyang once said that his six-vein divine sword was suspected of tricking, and the sword qi had its form, but not its meaning, only by comprehending the true sword intent, could the six-vein divine sword be cultivated, so the two agreed, Murong Fu went to the top of Huashan to accompany Feng Qingyang to try the sword for three months, and Feng Qingyang passed on his sword sect to learn too little sword intent, and later ...... There was no later.

In fact, if it weren't for Feng Qingyang mentioning it, Murong Fu would have forgotten about it a long time ago, even if he thought about it, he wouldn't have gone to the top of Huashan Mountain, firstly, he had no time to run around, and secondly, he had obtained the longed-for Heavenly Sword on Xia Ke Island, where would he spend three months to learn what Sword Sect mastery?

These thoughts flashed in his heart, Murong Fu did not show the slightest, and said apologetically, "The younger generation is ashamed, all these years of running around, I have not taken time to find time, alas, I have not been able to get a glimpse of the Sword Sect, I am afraid that it will be a regret in my life." ”

"Okay," Feng Qingyang waved his hand, "Don't pretend, just your kid's thoughts, the old man can't see it, you don't look down on the old man's too empty sword intent at all, it's better to do this, you and I have a competition, if you win, the old man's mastery will still pass on to you, and the old man will no longer interfere in the affairs of the Huashan faction, if the old man is lucky to win, you just don't have to fight the idea of the Huashan faction." ”

"Oh?" Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, and the first thought in his heart was that there was fraud in it.

He didn't believe that Feng Qingyang hadn't seen his all-out attack before, and now he actually proposed to compete with himself, where did he get his confidence? Could it be that this old man was clumsy before, but he was actually a master of the Transformation Realm?

It was not difficult for Feng Qingyang to guess what Murong Fu was thinking, brushed his white beard under his chin, and said with a slight smile, "Don't think about it, if you compete normally, the old man will definitely not be your opponent, but if you only test the sword intent, the old man still has some certainty in asking himself." ”

"Test the sword intent?" Murong Fu frowned slightly, the sword intent is ethereal, it is the most direct embodiment of the cultivation of the sword, and the competition of the sword intent is equivalent to the competition of pure sword cultivation, and it has nothing to do with the depth of internal strength.

In the past two years, Murong Fu's skills have been advancing all the way, and he has obtained a divine weapon such as the Heavenly Sword, which can be said to be under his jurisdiction, and he rarely bothered to hone any sword intent, if he agrees, it is tantamount to attacking the other's strengths with his own shortcomings, which is not very consistent with his consistent style.

From another point of view, this is also an opportunity, if you can win the wind in pure swordsmanship, the title of "Sword God" will fall on his head, and he feels quite excited when he thinks about it, the only fly in the ointment is that the audience seems to be a little less, even if he really wins, outsiders don't know.

Murong Fu thought about it in his heart, and finally didn't want to give up this opportunity to face off with the peak master of kendo, so he nodded, "Just according to what the predecessor said." ”

Feng Qingyang glanced at him approvingly, "Xiaoyou is really a person with great courage and wisdom, no wonder he can have today's realm." ”

"The seniors have won the prize. Murong Fu smiled reservedly, and changed his words, "You and I are competing for sword intent, it must be a full-fledged confrontation, and I can't stand the slightest disturbance, but I am a little worried about the character of your nephew, and my predecessors don't mind if I do something to him, right?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Yue Buqun, and he didn't mean to hide it at all.

Yue Buqun secretly complained bitterly, how could it be on himself again? He didn't even know what kind of sword intent competition he had, so where could he have any ideas.

Feng Qing raised his brows and frowned and let go, "Little friend is at his own convenience." ”

As soon as the words fell, Murong Fu's figure swept out, and his five fingers opened halfway, grabbing Yue Buqun's chest.

Yue Buqun's eyebrows were beating rapidly, and he was about to dodge, but he heard Murong Fu's voice sound, "Don't move, otherwise I'm welcome." ”

Are you polite to me now? Yue Buqun thought so in his heart, even though he had monstrous anger, he could only swallow it forcibly, and he didn't move after all.

Murong Fu's five fingers jumped, and he connected the dots on Yue Buqun's chest, sealing his eight veins and the acupoints of his whole body, and then said with a smile, "Okay, now you can rest assured, Grand Master Lin, come and lift your 'Aishi' aside." ”

The last sentence was said to Lin Pingzhi, the word "love teacher" was bitten very hard, and the meaning of mockery was obvious.

Lin Pingzhi was so ashamed that he couldn't do it, so he stepped forward and took Yue Buqun away.

"Brother Murong, be careful. Yi Lin said weakly, her eyes looking at Feng Qingyang from time to time, obviously curious about this legendary figure.

Solving the most restless factor, Murong Fu and Feng Qingyang stood apart, Murong Fu waved his hand and made a gesture of please, "Senior, please." ”

"You're welcome, please. Feng Qingyang replied, and the faces of both sides instantly became solemn, and they looked at each other quietly.

Yi Lin and Lin Pingzhi retreated to five zhang away according to Murong Fu's instructions, staring at every move of the two people in the field with wide eyes, not to mention anything else, they are obviously also very fascinated by this battle, one is the legendary myth of the pinnacle of swordsmanship, the sword god is clear, and the other is a rising star who is almost invincible in the world, the sword duel between the two, is there a more wonderful battle in the world?

Murong Fu and Feng Qingyang were motionless, so they looked at each other for nearly a quarter of an hour, and just when Yilin's eyes were a little sour, suddenly, the two of them had no wind in their sleeves, and their hair was flying.

Yilin's heart was pounding, and her eyes widened, for fear of missing any details, but to her disappointment, although there was movement, the two of them did not make a move for a long time, and there was a faint strange fluctuation around them that slowly dispersed, and the rocks and soil within a radius of several zhang were all cut off.

"Senior Brother Lin," Yi Lin couldn't help but be curious, and when she saw Lin Pingzhi next to her, she couldn't help but ask, "What are they comparing?"

"Sword intent. Lin Pingzhi replied.

A trace of doubt flashed on Yi Lin's face, she wanted to ask something, but she was embarrassed to speak.

Lin Pingzhi opened his mouth and explained, "The sword intent is formless and substantial, the prince and Uncle Feng compete for the sword intent, and the mortal fetus is naturally invisible to the naked eye, and can only be felt with the heart." ”

After he woke up at this point, Yilin closed her eyes and tried to feel it with her consciousness, and the next moment, her face suddenly became extremely pale, and she let out a cry of pain, and when she opened her eyes, her little face was full of fear.

"What's wrong?" Lin Ping was stunned, and then suddenly said, "Are you okay, the two of them have already exchanged hands at this moment, but you can't just use your consciousness to snoop, it's very dangerous." ”

Yi Lin nodded with palpitations, at that moment, she seemed to be in a sword mountain and a sea of swords, surrounded by endless sword qi, which wrenched her to pieces in an instant, and there was still a faint pain in the depths of her mind at this moment.

On the other side, Yue Buqun, who couldn't move his body, also widened his eyes, and looked at the two people in the field with an incredible face, he is also a master who has used swords for many years, but he has never been able to comprehend the sword intent, this is not that he is not qualified, but he has a great prejudice against the Sword Sect, thinking that practicing the sword does not practice qi, there is an empty posture, flashy, so he always warns his disciples that he must not learn from the disciples of the Sword Sect, and he himself will never comprehend any sword intent.

It wasn't until Fang Cai that he used his mind to investigate the sword intent of Feng Qingyang that he realized that he was wrong, the sword qi was originally a family, and the so-called sword should refer to the sword intent, not the sword move.

Not to mention what the three onlookers thought, Murong Fu, who was in it at this time, felt more real, the wind was clear, and he was worthy of being a legendary figure who had been famous for a long time, with a majestic sword intent and a powerful essence, which showed that his kendo cultivation was at the peak, and the word sword god was worthy of his name.

Of course, Murong Fu's own sword intent is also quite good, firstly, his skills have reached the realm of transformation, and his martial arts cultivation naturally cannot be measured by common sense, and secondly, he has used the Heavenly Sword for so long, even if he did not bother to figure it out, but the sword intent is also subtle, even a person who does not understand the sword can comprehend some of it.

The battle between the two seemed to be calm, but in fact, it was an undercurrent, surrounded by countless sword intents, and a screeching sound could be vaguely heard in the void.

Another quarter of an hour passed, Murong Fu's face turned slightly pale, his forehead was covered with dense fine sweat, and Feng Qingyang's face was tight, his white beard trembled slightly, and his hands had already pinched the sword technique at some point, which was obviously not so easy.

"Break it for me!" Suddenly, Murong Fu let out a low shout, and in an instant, the wind surged, and the strong wind howled, and large areas of mountains, rocks, plants and trees were rolled up, or swirled, or directly twisted into pieces.

And the wind is not far behind, the sleeves of the robe are swollen, and the light that is faint and transparent is crossed around him, which looks incomparable, as if the void has been cut, and his old face is even more red, and his facial muscles are beating rapidly and trembling.

The unpleasant and harsh sounds became more and more frequent, and the void between the two was already hazy, faintly filled with something.

Suddenly, the wind cleared and snorted, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Murong Fu frowned, and said, "Senior, I admit that your sword intent is more powerful, but it seems that there is some weakness in the follow-up, and there will be no result if you continue to compare, so it's better to admit defeat." ”

Feng Qingyang's face was slightly distorted, but he didn't speak, and he didn't know if he was unable to speak, or if he didn't want to say more.

Murong Fu's heart was horizontal, his hands were wide open, and when he stepped into time, a series of almost transparent silver threads appeared around his body, pressing towards the breeze.

"Hehe, Xiaoyou is still in a hurry. At this time, Feng Qingyang finally spoke, and his speech was particularly difficult, but he showed a little firmness and pride.

Sure enough, as soon as the sword intent condensed by Murong Fu reached the left and right of the wind clear, he immediately killed a more fierce and tenacious sword intent, killing Murong Fu to the point of losing his armor.