As soon as Murong Fu's words fell, the Heavenly Sword hanging on his waist trembled slightly, and suddenly a clear sound sounded in everyone's hearts, and countless crystal transparent silk threads emitted from the scabbard.

"This is ......" Feng Qingyang's eyes froze, staring at the long sword on Murong Fu's waist, and said in a trembling voice, "The divine sword has a spirit, and the sword intent is self-generated!"

The sword intent emitted by the Heavenly Sword was not as scattered as Murong Fu, it was like a small tentacle, rolling all the scattered sword intent around it, and after a burst of twisting, it condensed a long sword that was as light as transparent out of thin air.

At this time, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and under the moonlight, Lin Pingzhi and the others could only see a glimmer of crystal light flashing between Murong Fu and Feng Qingyang from time to time, but there was a chill within a radius of a few zhang, which made them feel cold in their hearts.

Feng Qingyang came back to his senses after being taken aback, "Boy, I didn't expect you to have such a divine weapon, but with the help of foreign objects, you still fell behind after all, which is not good for your swordsmanship." ”

How could Murong Fu not know this truth, and with the help of the Heavenly Sword, he was quite invincible, but he didn't care so much, all he wanted was to win this old man, and he didn't use his internal force to give him a lot of face, since he could use the Heavenly Sword to enhance his sword intent, how could he be polite.

With the blessing of the Heavenly Sword, Murong Fu's sword intent immediately rose by more than one level, from the previous chaos to pure and tough, but seeing him raise his hand slightly, the crystal "long sword" trembled slightly, and a scream, wrapped in thousands of sword intent, pressed towards the wind.

The wind was clear, and his reaction was not slow, and he held the phantom of the long sword condensed by the sword intent in his hand, turned over and slashed obliquely, and in an instant, the long sword absorbed all the sword intent around it like a long whale absorbing water, turning into a brilliant sword light and flying out of his hand.

The distance between zhang and Xu is coming in an instant, and the sword intent of the two people is better than a thousand sword moves, and the sword intent of the two sides is clearly formed in two halves, which is difficult to distinguish, and the void where the intersection is already a blur, as if it is about to be melted.

Stalemate for a moment, the two stood motionless, but their legs were already knee-high in the dirt, Murong Fu's side was a little better, he was already advanced and reborn, and his spiritual consciousness was extremely strong, and Feng Qingyang's side was not as easy as him, his face was no longer ruddy, his old state was fully revealed, and his eyes, mouth and nose were already overflowing with blood.

"Sword God senior, is it necessary to compare?" Murong Fu couldn't bear to see this, so he said out loud.

Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth and didn't speak, but he didn't have the slightest intention of dissipating the sword intent.

Murong Fu frowned, although the current situation is evenly divided, but his side is obviously stronger, and it is only a matter of time before he wins, if Feng Qingyang forcibly holds on, he is likely to exhaust his energy and die, even if he does not die, he will be seriously injured, after all, he is already very old.

After thinking about it, he was about to open his mouth to persuade two more sentences, but Feng Qingyang suddenly shouted, "No self, no sword, no sword...... Selfless!"

Before the words fell, the momentum around his body changed greatly, and the majestic sword intent suddenly rolled, angry and angry, and the sword roared for nine days, and the momentum was not terrifying.

Murong Fu's face condensed slightly, only to feel that the other party's sword intent seemed to have undergone some kind of transformation at this moment, turning from virtual to real, and it was unstoppable.

This feeling is indescribable, and it is endless, and for a moment, he actually had the idea of admitting defeat.

However, he quickly snuffed out this thought, and he didn't see how he moved, and the infinite sword intent came out of the heavenly sword, and instantly joined the battle group.

There was a burst of sound, the sword intent resonated, the void trembled, and the silk light was woven into a transparent net between the two, cutting vertically and horizontally, colliding and annihilating, there was an indescribable splendor under the moonlight reflection, and there was a piercing chill.

After a few breaths, finally, Feng Qingyang was still weak in his follow-up, and his sword intent was worn down and dispersed by Murong Fu little by little, and finally dissipated and was defeated.

Murong Fu did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, waved his hand to disperse the sword intent, and let out a long breath, to be honest, although this battle was not so earth-shattering and powerful, but the effort consumed was no less than the battle with A Qing, the sword intent competition was actually a kind of spiritual war, and it was unpredictable.

As soon as he was relieved, he immediately felt a feeling of lightheadedness, and he almost fell down, and he couldn't help shouting, "Yilin, come and help me." ”

Yi Lin sighed, and hurriedly ran over to help him, "Brother Murong, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Murong Fu shook his head, feeling a little better, and then frowned, "You go and see how Senior Feng is?"

At this time, Feng Qingyang had collapsed to the ground, unkempt and breathing.

Lin Pingzhi happened to come over, and when he heard this, he hurriedly ran to Feng Qingyang's side and probed his heart, "The seniors are just overdepleted, and it should be fine." ”

At this time, Feng Qingyang's weak voice sounded, "Lin Xiaoyou, please help me up, I want to meditate and breathe." ”

Lin Pingzhi did as he was said and put him in a posture of sitting cross-legged.

Murong Fu couldn't help but roll his eyes, this kind of spiritual level of consumption, which can be alleviated by pranayama, only sleep is the best solution, he really wants to go back and sleep well now, it is best to have a few little beauties next to him, but now the bet has not been collected, he naturally can't just leave, after this battle, he is still a little interested in what is too empty sword intent.

I wondered if I should remind the old man to cash in the bet first and go home to sleep, but after only a quarter of an hour had passed, Feng Qingyang opened his eyes, and his face had recovered a little ruddy.

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but say, "Old man, you actually have the magic skill of resurrection with full blood?"

Feng Qingyang was stunned, obviously didn't understand what it meant to be "resurrected with full blood", but he didn't delve into it, a trace of gloom flashed on his face, and he sighed faintly, "I didn't expect that I still lost after all, Dugu's predecessor once said, 'No sticky shape, no sword is better than a sword', too void sword intent is also cloudy, 'no self without a sword, no sword without me', I have comprehended the realm of no sword, why did I still lose?"

"Dugu senior?" Murong Fu was slightly stunned, "What did the senior say was that the sword demon Dugu sought defeat?

Feng Qingyang nodded, a flash of remembrance flashed in his eyes, "That was before Yijiazi, I was not yet twenty years old at that time, and I traveled down the mountain after learning a few swordsmanship......

Yes, it was another lucky person who fell off the cliff and didn't die and picked up a bunch of magic cheats, Murong Fu scolded and asked a little speechlessly, "Where is the cliff?"

Feng Qingyang glanced at him, and continued, "I don't remember the location of the cliff clearly, I just remember that I woke up in a desperate valley, it was an old man who saved me, he was gray-haired, there was no breath fluctuation on his body, he was completely an ordinary old man, until I broke his sword, I learned his identity, it turned out to be the famous sword demon on the rivers and lakes Dugu seeking defeat." ”

Lin Pingzhi and Yi Lin heard it in the clouds, what kind of sword demon Dugu seeks defeat, they have never heard of it, it is no wonder that the era of Dugu seeking defeat across the rivers and lakes is too far away for them, and now on the rivers and lakes, there are still some impressions of martial arts living fossils like Feng Qingyang, of course, Murong Fu is a special case.

Feng Qingyang said, "At that time, I was pleasantly surprised, and I didn't want to worship him as a teacher, but the sword demon predecessor seemed to have some knots, and swore not to accept apprentices for life, so I have been kneeling in front of him for seven days and seven nights, he never allowed, and finally grinded me, so he casually passed me a set of swordsmanship he used when he was young, that is, the 'Dugu Nine Swords' you learned from me two years ago." ”

"The wind predecessor is really a good chance, Dugu's predecessor is a pedantic man, and he seeks defeat in his life, even if he passes on a trick and a half, he will be used for a lifetime. Murong Fu praised after hearing this, and it could be seen that Dugu's defeat had a great impact on Feng Qingyang's life, and it could even be said that without that opportunity, he would not have been able to have the current realm at all.

Feng Qingyang nodded slightly, "Indeed, if it weren't for Senior Dugu, I would have become a handful of loess, silently rotting in a desperate valley." ”

Murong Fu is silent, life experiences are endlessly changing, and some people can change your life with a simple sentence.

After Feng Qingyang finished speaking, his face was a lot relieved, and his eyes fell on the equal sword on Murong Fu's waist, "Can you tell me, what kind of sword is this?"

When he fought before, he could naturally feel that it was the sword intent emitted from this sword that cooperated with Murong Fu to defeat him in one fell swoop.

Speaking of this stubble, Murong Fu's face was a little unnatural, this victory was a victory, but the victory was not a martial art, originally his spiritual consciousness was stronger than Feng Qingyang, not a star and a half, and the sword intent had a great advantage, and then he also used the blessing of the Heavenly Sword, it can almost be said that the Heavenly Sword defeated Feng Qingyang, not him Murong Fu.

After hesitating, Murong Fu said, "This sword is called 'equality', and it is forged using the ancient sword casting technique. ”

Feng Qingyang was silent for a long time after hearing this, and finally sighed, "No wonder, with such a divine sword, Xiaoyou dominates the world, and there is no rival anymore, and the old man has lost unjustly." ”

The tone of his voice was slightly sour, he had worked hard all his life to study the way of the sword, but he did not have a good sword by his side, in fact, to his current "no sword" realm, ordinary swords, even if they were the likes of the Heavenly Sword, were not of much use to him, but a real divine weapon like the Heavenly Sword was a different matter.

"This ...... Seniors don't have to worry too much, this time let's even if it's a tie, and there will be a chance to learn from each other again in the future. Murong Fu blushed at all and said, "But it's late now, the kid has something important to do tomorrow, so he will take the first step." ”

The implication is, I'm leaving, do you want to redeem your bet first?

But Feng Qingyang didn't seem to hear it, and waved his hand slightly, "The old man won't stay here for long, don't leave it here, take care of your little friend." ”

If it were someone else, I am afraid that he would really have been fooled, but Murong Fu is no one in the world, and no one in the world can match him, so he immediately said very "tactfully", "That...... The sword intent that the predecessor said earlier was too void...... According to the agreement, shouldn't I lend it to the younger generation to read it?"

Feng Qingyang was stunned, and only laughed after a while, "You kid, what do you say about a tie with the old man, but in fact, you still remember the old man's secrets, which is very hypocritical." ”

Murong Fu didn't feel ashamed at all, but said with a straight face, "The senior's words are wrong, in terms of kendo cultivation, the junior is indeed inferior to the senior, but the sword intent competition of Fang Cai, and the junior has indeed won, is there any problem with cashing in the bet?"

Feng Qingyang glanced at him deeply, "Okay, the old man has said a word, the horse is difficult to chase, this is too false sword intent for you, you kid is blessed with deep fortune and outstanding talent, I hope this secret book will not be dusty in your hands." ”

As he spoke, he took out a very old parchment book from his arms, glanced at it with a little reluctance, and handed it to Murong Fu.

Murong Fu was naturally not polite, and hurriedly took it, only to listen to Feng Qingyang and continue, "The old man of the Huashan faction has also done his best, I just hope that Xiaoyou will not do everything and leave a legacy." ”

Murong Fu's heart moved when he heard this, "Senior, rest assured, no matter what, the inheritance of the Huashan faction will not be broken, by the way, the seniors are concerned about Huashan, I don't know if there are plans to reopen the Sword Sect?"