Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 76 Defeat the sword, talk about the sword

Ma Kongqun swung his sword to attack.

Facing Guo Songyang's majestic and majestic sword, he used the "mountain confrontation" momentum in the "Eight Heavenly Sword Movements" to evolve the heaviness, clumsiness, and grandeur of the towering mountains.

The long knife that was as thin as a cicada's wing and had a delicate ribbon seemed to suddenly become extremely heavy, extremely strong and extremely strong.

Defending is like a mountain town, indestructible; attacking is like the mountains falling, unstoppable.

The swords clashed, and the sound was endless.

It's like the best pipa player in the world uses the fastest fingering to pluck the strings, making a jumble of sounds, big and small beads falling on the jade plate.

The power of the sword suddenly changed, from thunder to fury, shaking the sky and shaking the stars all over the sky, turning into clear waves of flowing light, flowing and spreading pervasively.

The force of the sword also changed, towering from the mountains, overwhelming the vast ocean, Xianning, and all the lakes and seas, turning into a light breeze and white clouds, without a shadow, form, or fixity.

Swords intertwined, and light and shadow filled the space of more than ten feet in radius.

Just like half the sky is covered with dense clouds and half the sky is brilliant, they may repel or erode each other, but they are silent.

Everyone in the "Ten Thousand Horses Hall" at the rear was shocked.

This is the first opponent that Ma Kongqun has encountered since Bai Tianyu.

Looking at the sword light and sword energy that swallowed up the two figures, even if Xiao Biejie's martial arts was already among the best, it was difficult to see who had the upper hand, let alone determine the outcome.

Only A Fei truly understands the essence of this sword duel, and then absorbs it into the material to cultivate his own sword practice.

He could also see that although the two sides were evenly matched for the time being, the loss of physical strength, internal strength and spirit caused by such unreserved attacks was extremely huge, and Ma Kongqun had developed a method that could swallow up the energy exerted by both sides in the battle. After a long battle, the balance of victory and defeat will inevitably tilt.

Ah Fei was able to make predictions based on his identity as a bystander and his understanding of Ma Kongqun. Guo Songyang, who was in the middle of the game, relied on the perception of a top master to detect the strangeness of the opponent's skills, and then understood the dilemma he faced.

There is only one way to break the situation, and that is to do it quickly!

With a thought, a sword came out, returning to the original stabbing force of the sword.

But when the sword was thrust out, the Songyang Iron Sword, which already weighed sixty-four kilograms, seemed to have picked up a big mountain. The sword was extremely heavy and slow, moving towards Ma Kongqun almost inch by inch.

Before the sword arrives, the sword energy arrives first.

But this sword energy is no longer strands and strands, but is pressing towards Ma Kongqun like a wall or a mountain.

Ma Kongqun raised his sword and slashed down against the force of the sword.

The sword embodies the meaning of the vast sky, which is boundless, encompasses all kinds of things, and covers the world.

Miaoyuan's sword intention melted away like a mountain of sword energy.

The thin and soft "Cicada Wing Knife" swung down with extreme lightness, and was about to intersect with the "Songyang Iron Sword" that was coming slowly in the void.

Ma Kongqun's figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and then appeared more than ten feet away. Looking at Guo Songyang who was still raising his sword to stab, Ma Kongqun looked a little embarrassed and said with his hands raised: "I have to go to the Ding family for a date later, so I can only stop this battle with Brother Guo. Sweep Guo Brother, please forgive me."

Guo Songyang slowly withdrew the iron sword that was stabbing straight, and said seriously: "If you hadn't hit it all the way, after this move, you would have hurt me to death, so I am defeated!"

Ma Kongqun was not pretentious or modest, because he knew that in front of such an upright and upright person, such pretentiousness would only appear hypocritical.

He smiled and said: "I think Brother Guo's swordsmanship has reached a bottleneck. If he can get through this level, he will definitely reach the state of 'no sword in hand, but sword in heart'. Then Brother Guo will not come to me, I will also look for Brother Guo to continue our meeting today."

"There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart!" Guo Songyang's eyes flashed with wonder, and he asked subconsciously, "What is the meaning of this statement?"

After asking, I realized that I had made a mistake. Such martial arts knowledge was extremely valuable to masters like them. How could I easily show it to others?

Sure enough, Ma Kongqun shook his head and said: "I only know it but don't know why. I might not be able to explain Brother Guo's confusion."

Just when Guo Songyang was disappointed, he said again: "But I once heard a martial arts anecdote, which may be used as a reference for Brother Guo."

Immediately, Ma Kongqun narrated the life of Dugu Qiubai, the four swords in the Sword Tomb and the accompanying text.

When talking about the first four-foot sharp sword and the soft Ziwei sword in the Dugu Sword Tomb, Guo Songyang looked calm and indifferent.

It wasn't until Ma Kongqun mentioned the third black iron heavy sword, which was similar to the Songyang Iron Sword, and the words "the heavy sword has no edge, but it is ingenious and unworkable" that Guo Songyang showed admiration and applauded: "Okay A 'heavy sword has no edge, and great skill has no workmanship'. Although I understand this principle, I can't explain it in words so appropriately - I wonder what happened to the last sword of this senior Dugu?"

Among the people present, only Ah Fei looked thoughtful. The rest just felt that these eight words were very learned, but they didn't know what the magic was.

Ma Kongqun said leisurely: "The fourth sword is not a real sword, but a wooden sword that has long since decayed. The inscription says, 'After the age of forty, no matter what things are, any grass, wood, bamboo, or stone can be used as a sword.' Since then, he has been practicing intensively and gradually... No sword is better than a sword."

Guo Songyang was stunned on the spot, muttering repeatedly: "Sharp sword...soft sword...heavy sword...wooden sword...no sword!"

After a long time to regain consciousness, he solemnly bowed to Ma Kongqun with his fists clasped and said, "Every inch of progress Guo will make in his swordsmanship in the future is all thanks to Brother Ma's words today. This kindness is more important than Mount Tai, and Guo will remember it for the rest of his life!"

Ma Kongqun raised his hands and returned the greeting with a smile: "No matter how small a few words are, Brother Guo's words are serious."

This is not a pretentious statement, but he really doesn't feel that his advice, which is not advice, is very precious.

Guo Songyang is sincere in martial arts, and he is about to touch this level. If he does not die for Li Xunhuan a few years later, he will eventually realize this truth on his own, and Shangguan Jinhong's "rings in the hands, no rings in the heart" will be more beautiful than forward.

Guo Songyang did not tell the other party whether the kindness was light or heavy. For a person like him, there was a steelyard in his heart to weigh the kindness.

Although he knew that Ma Kongqun was about to go up against the Ding family, one of the three major families in the North, he knew that the other party would never suffer a loss due to their strength, so he did not bother to repay the favor with this insignificant matter. He just said to Ma Kongqun, "See you later." " Then he said goodbye and left.

Until this moment, the closed door of Dingjiazhuang in the distance finally opened, and a group of people came out and stood waiting at the door.

Ma Kongqun got on his horse and led everyone to gallop forward. On the horse, he said calmly to Ding Chengfeng, who was leading the group with a sad face: "I have seen a lot of people in Dingjiazhuang. Although there was some delay, I finally did not miss a month." At that time, now I am here as promised, but I don’t know if Master Ding has thought about how to give me an explanation to the ‘Ten Thousand Horses Hall’.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Chengfeng smiled bitterly and was about to reply, when suddenly an old but full-blooded scolding voice came from behind him, with a voice like a Hong Zhongdalu: "Boy, the Ding family has only one sentence to explain, anyone who insults me will be punished. Anyone who offends me will die!"

As soon as these words came out, Ma Kongqun and Ding Chengfeng changed their colors at the same time.

(End of this chapter)