The first taboo of the heavens

Chapter 37
Huashan Jade Girl Peak, thinking over the top of the cliff, at this time, the sword is whistling, the figure is flashing, Xu Zifan and Feng Qingyang are in a peak duel.

"call out"

The sword light was dotted, like thousands of stars, splendid and eye-catching. When Feng Qingyang raised his hand, a sword light whistled and stabbed at the figure in the purple mist in front of him.

"Swipe" Xu Zifan's figure shifted sideways, and the speed was further increased. Like purple lightning, it brought out afterimages again and again, and moved out more than a dozen meters. The purple mist covered his figure.

Feng Qingyang stabbed the sword light in his hand, pierced the purple mist, and penetrated through the purple figure's body.

When Xu Zifan moved out, Feng Qingyang knew that what the sword light pierced this time was only a phantom, not a real person.Then he tapped his toes, and Feng Qingyang's figure, like a flying sword, followed Xu Zifan's figure.

For a while, thinking about the top of the cliff, the sword light pierced through the air, and the sword energy was like frost.

I saw the two of them, one wrapped in purple infuriating energy, mysterious and unpredictable, and their skills were shocking through the ages, and the other was transformed into a flying sword.

Xu Zifan's heart was shocked at this time. He didn't expect Feng Qingyang's kendo to be so terrifying. It was simply a myth in the sword.

"Is this the power of the swordless realm?"

And Feng Qingyang's heart is even more solemn at this time, this Huashan junior has such deep inner strength, which is the only thing he has ever seen in his life.

And from the current situation, it seems that this junior advances and retreats in an orderly manner, and the attack and defense are moderate. At this time, the internal power cultivation base shown is definitely not his ten successful powers.

Looking at Xu Zifan's age again, he doubted whether this junior had been cultivating since his mother's womb.

In addition, he also knows the secrets of Zixia, the magical power of Huashan Qizong Town. Although the practice is well-known and tyrannical, there is a disadvantage that it takes a long time to cultivate to a high-level realm.

In the past history of Mount Huashan, all those who practiced the Zixia magic skill to a high level took ten years as a unit, and it took a huge amount of time to reach the realm of great achievement.

And this junior named Xu Zifan, the breath on his body, the realm of Zixia's magical power gave him a strange feeling.

He could feel that this junior Zixia Divine Art should not have been practiced to the deepest level, but why is Zixia's true qi so tyrannical?

Incredible, peerlessly powerful, and a freak, this is what Feng Qingyang said to Xu Zifan.

The sword qi surged like a wave, rolling in and surging away. The two figures became faster and faster. Finally, they could only see a cloud of purple mist and a white light entangled in the mountains. The air is radiating, the earth and rocks are bursting, and the vegetation is flying.

The two had been fighting fiercely for an hour. Xu Zifan was almost hit several times. If it wasn't for his incredible internal strength and speed, he would definitely be hit by the sword.

Although with his current physical strength and internal strength, he would not necessarily be injured by the sword light, but that would also lose the meaning of learning from each other.

Feng Qingyang is worthy of being the top two masters in the world of Xiaoao Jianghu, and he has reached the realm of no sword, and with the peerless martial arts Dugu Jiujian, it is even more terrifying.

Xu Zifan has mastered countless first-class swordsmanships in the world, and can be described as a super master of kendo, but now facing Feng Qingyang, he has been smashed and broken, and all his swordsmanships have been broken.

"Boom" The rocks under Xu Zifan's feet cracked, and his speed increased again. I saw figures wrapped in purple mist in all directions around Feng Qingyang, and each figure used a type of swordsmanship.

The first figure was transformed from the virtual to the real, using the Songshan sword technique. The sword was strong and majestic. The figure was like a purple lightning. Dangerous and tyrannical, the third figure is like a shadow, mysterious and mysterious, and the swordsmanship of Xiyi.
A purple figure, each using different swordsmanship, disillusioned with reality, and the siege wind is clear.

"boom"

This place boiled and turned into a sea of ​​sword light, with turbulent waves, undulating waves, swallowing everything and killing everything.

In this sea of ​​swords, every wave is a ray of sword light, and the waves are under heavy pressure, destroying mountains and mountains.

Feng Qingyang looked at the sea of ​​sword energy in front of him, his face was unprecedentedly solemn.

"I still underestimate this junior. The internal strength is unfathomable. I never thought that I could reach this step in the swordsmanship!"

Thinking of Xu Zifan's young face, Feng Qingyang sighed, and suddenly felt that the world is quiet, the years are ruthless, maybe he is really old, and his era has ended.

Later, when he thought of the battle of sword qi, and of his colleague who had died tragically, Feng Qingyang felt grief in his heart, unsolvable knots in his heart, and even more depression.

"Okay, it's time for the sword qi battle to end!" Feng Qingyang said to himself.

Immediately, the aura of sadness around him became even stronger, gradually sublimating, and everything seemed to be different between heaven and earth.

Feng Qingyang's whole body within [-] meters of the world is full of sadness and depression, gradually turning into countless threads.

This kind of emotion seems to have turned into reality, affecting everything around it, causing all living beings in this world to feel heartache and inexplicable sadness.

At this moment, within [-] meters of Feng Qingyang's body, the galaxy is crying, the grass and trees are mourning, the birds are crying, everything is full of sorrow.

"This sword is the sublimation of this old man's kendo in his life. He created it in recent years. It belongs to my kendo. Come and see!"

Immediately, Feng Qingyang raised his hand slowly, the sword light in his hand disappeared, revealing a branch, and at the same time, the sadness in the heaven and earth within a hundred meters of his body was even worse, as if the heaven and the earth were mourning together, and the whole world was crying.

At this moment, the heaven and the earth grieve, and a drop of rain appears out of thin air, just like the tears of the sky, crystal clear, soft and sparkling, full of grief and sorrow.

A light wind blows, and the raindrops fly obliquely, which is like a signal, and then thousands of raindrops appear with the wind, dripping like tears, full of sadness, turning into a drizzle, filling the world.

Purple mist billows, sword sea waves, a wave is a ray of sword light.

Heavy waves, all invincible, overwhelming, pressing down on Feng Qingyang.

Jianhai pressed down and collided with Feng Qingyang, the world that seemed to be crying, just like two worlds collided.

On one side of the world, the purple sea is undulating, turbulent, and the waves are heavy and overwhelming; on the other side, the world is drizzled, the breeze is slow, and the inexplicable sadness is full of the world.

The Jianhai cover is not as earth-shattering as imagined. The entire ocean is blown by the breeze and infiltrated by the drizzle. If the ice and snow meet the carbon fire, it will melt rapidly.

At this time, Xu Zifan was shocked. He always believed in the martial arts in the world, and there is nothing that can't be broken, only fast can't be broken.

Previously, all his sword skills were broken by Feng Qingyang, and then he increased his speed. He believed that under his extremely fast sword light, even Dugu Jiujian, who was in the swordless realm, would not be able to break his sword moves.

It is a pity that the description of Feng Qingyang's strength in the original book is not very detailed. Unexpectedly, under the pressure of his extremely fast sword light, Feng Qingyang finally showed the grace of kendo mythology.

Now every sword light strikes Xiang Feng Qingyang, he can feel a sense of extreme sadness, and this emotion affects his own will.

At this moment, Xu Zifan seemed to be caught in a quagmire, the speed was getting slower and slower, and his heart was inexplicably sad, as if everything in the world was crying, every grass, every tree, every flower and stone, all shed tears.

Even the whole world is crying, looking at the drizzle, is it the tears of God?
"Chichichichi." A drop of drizzle hit Xu Zifan's arm through the thick purple mist, and then, countless drizzle hit his body.

At this time, Xu Zifan was immersed in inexplicable sadness, and his emotions were up and down. Suddenly, his whole body was in pain, purple energy surged, and he entered the purple house, and his mind immediately became cool.

Looking down, it was drizzling after the attack, where are the raindrops, it was a fine sword light, full of sadness and depression.

At this time, these sword lights actually broke through his own protective purple qi, but it was the end of the force. After the sword lights touched his skin and musculature, he saw the treasure flow on the top of his skin, and there were waves of treasure qi ripples emerging from the inside. , resolves the sword light and eliminates the murder.

"In the end, you still need to rely on physical strength! Otherwise, you will already be defeated." Xu Zifan sighed.

A burst of sadness struck again, and Xu Zifan's emotions were touched again. Then he bit the tip of his tongue, raised his spirits, and his body quickly retreated. The dazzling purple figure was like light and electricity, and he had retreated to a hundred meters away. Here, his emotions No longer inexplicably sad ups and downs.

"Feng Qingyang, what an old monster, so strong, really swordsmanship!"

A complex color flashed in Xu Zifan's eyes, and then his surprise was beyond words, because he saw a new world of martial arts, and he still had pursuits and progress in this world.

At this moment, the sea of ​​purple swords dissipated, and Xu Zifan was facing the drizzling world. He was thinking, what kind of power is this, the wind is clear?

Dao can be Dao, very Dao, what is your Dao?
Xu Zifan pondered, and purple humanoid figures emerged from his body, transforming from virtual to solid, performing various swordsmanship.

There are the most basic basic swordsmanship, point the sword, hold the sword, pierce the sword, and collapse the sword.
There are Huashan swordsmanship, Hengshan swordsmanship and all the swordsmanship of the Five Mountains. In addition, there are all kinds of swordsmanship that he has traveled around the world and seen.

One by one, Xu Zifan was located in all directions, performing different swordsmanships.

Taotao of purple energy permeated Xu Zifan's body, in all directions, various sword techniques sublimated in the interpretation, and gradually the figures around him became faster and faster, and the sea of ​​sword energy appeared again.

Jian Hai Taotao, who was not used to attack at this time, wrapped Xu Zifan inside.

From a distance, the entire sea of ​​swords seemed to have turned into a drop of water, and Xu Zifan was wrapped in it. At this time, he was like a kendo child who was transforming in the drop of water.

"Ten thousand swords raise the Dao, you have transformed yourself, this is to get out of your own swordsmanship!" Feng Qingyang was in the drizzling world at this time, looking at Xu Zifan who was wrapped in the sea of ​​swords in front of him, talking to himself said.

(End of this chapter)