The strongest cultivator in the heavens

Chapter 53 Leaving Huashan
In just a few minutes, Yang Wenhao had already fought Feng Qingyang for no less than thousands of rounds.

There is no winner or loser in this battle, only who is stronger.

At the very beginning, Feng Qingyang could handle it smoothly.

But because Yang Wenhao also knows the Dugu Nine Swords, many of Feng Qingyang's moves have no power at all in Yang Wenhao's eyes.

As time passed by every minute and every second, Feng Qingyang's internal strength gradually became overwhelmed.

Even though Feng Qingyang is an innate strongman, if he is compared with ordinary warriors, then Feng Qingyang is of course a complete winner, but his current opponent is Yang Wenhao.

A monk who is comparable to innate talent and even surpasses him.

Just relying on martial arts alone is no longer comparable to Feng Qingyang.

As early as the beginning, the outcome of Feng Qingyang was already doomed.

Yang Wenhao's strong inner strength is not something that Feng Qingyang can compare to.

Moreover, the zhenqi in Yang Wenhao's body was far more refined and powerful than that of Feng Qingyang.

Things have come to this point, Feng Qingyang is completely relying on the glory of the sword sect in his heart to fight against Yang Wenhao.

But at this time, he was completely unable to compare with Yang Wenhao.

During the battle, Yang Wenhao's swordsmanship continued to improve. In contrast, he has been stuck in the bottleneck and has no room for improvement.

In the end, Yang Wenhao flew the sword in Feng Qingyang's hand with a single blow. If a sword repairer didn't even have a sword, he would have no reason to fight.

"I lost." Although Feng Qingyang didn't want to admit it, he couldn't help it. He didn't regret losing to such a shocking genius.

"Ding congratulations to the host for defeating Feng Qingyang, the hidden master of Swordsman Huashan Sword Sect, and received a copy of "Dugu Nine Swords" as a reward."

"Ding, whether to spend one hundred points to integrate "Dugu Nine Swords" can raise the proficiency of "Dugu Nine Swords" to a higher level."

"use."

"The proficiency of "Dugu Nine Swords" has been improved to a comprehensive level."

Afterwards, Yang Wenhao set his sights on Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang is a rare strong man among Swordsman.

At this time, Feng Qingyang had already exhausted all his true energy in the battle against Yang Wenhao, and he could no longer pose any threat to Yang Wenhao.

The sword in his hand was trembling slightly, no one knew what Yang Wenhao was thinking at this moment.

Feng Qingyang also stood there looking at Yang Wenhao, he was well aware of the horror of the man in black in front of him.

It is estimated that he is the number one swordsman in the world.

"Sorry."

A faint voice came, Feng Qingyang's eyes widened, but it was too late.

A generation of kendo masters returned to the loess in this way.

It's not that Yang Wenhao is cruel, but that the world is like this.

He wouldn't do it if there was no benefit to it, because he knew there was no point in it.

But he is Feng Qingyang, a congenital master who can be counted on one hand among the arrogant.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for killing Feng Qingyang and getting a reward of [-] points."

Five hundred points is worthy of Feng Qingyang's worth.

Putting away the sword, Yang Wenhao glanced at the thatched hut from the corner of the eye, then turned and left.

After Yang Wenhao left, Linghu Chong dared to come out cautiously, and watched from time to time, for fear that the man in black would come back.

Holding the dim light in his hand, he walked slowly to the figure who fell on the ground.

What caught my eye was a white-haired old man in white clothes, who looked very peaceful as if he was asleep.

Linghu Chong tentatively stretched out his hand and put it under the old man's nose, and found that there was no more breath. Linghu Chong was instantly startled.

"It's dead."

In fact, Linghu Chong's hands were not stained with blood at all, and he had seen quite a few dead people, but seeing a dead person in the middle of the night was a very scary thing.

"No, I have to tell the master."

Thinking of this, Linghu Chong grabbed the torch and ran back.

"Ouch."

Suddenly, Linghu Chong's feet were empty and he lost consciousness.

In the early morning of the next day, Yang Wenhao just walked out of his own bedroom to prepare for an early morning exercise.

But as soon as I came to the peach blossom forest, I saw a figure running over in a hurry.

"Lingshan?" Yang Wenhao was a little surprised, usually Yue Lingshan would not come so early, why did she come so early today, she seemed very anxious.

"Yang Wenhao, you are here." Yue Lingshan immediately grabbed Yang Wenhao's hand: "Follow me."

"What's wrong?" Yang Wenhao was very puzzled by being pulled by Yue Lingshan like this.

"They said that an unknown corpse appeared on Siguo Cliff in Houshan." Yue Lingshan said: "Now all the Huashan disciples have gone, my father asked me to invite you to go."

"The corpse of Houshan Siguoya?"

I have been here twice since I came to Siguoya in Houshan, and Yang Wenhao is already familiar with the road.

At this time, dozens of disciples from all over Mount Hua came to Siguo Cliff to gather.

Yang Wenhao happened to see Yue Buqun's frowning expression, beside Yue Buqun there was Linghu Chong who seemed to be talking, but it was too far away to hear clearly.

But Yang Wenhao was a little concerned about the bag on Linghu Chong's head.

"Father, I brought him here." Yue Lingshan said.

Yue Buqun nodded slightly: "Yes."

"Master Yue is looking for me?" Yang Wenhao cupped his hands.

"Have you seen this person before?" Yue Buqun stretched out his finger and pointed to the ground.

And above the ground is Feng Qingyang as if asleep.

But at this time, Feng Qingyang's whole body was already stiff, apparently dead for a long time.

Yang Wenhao glanced at it, then shook his head without changing his expression: "I've never seen it before."

Yue Buqun looked at Yang Wenhao, hoping to see something in Yang Wenhao's eyes, but he was going to be disappointed.

Even though Yue Buqun would doubt him when he arrived, he is still very safe in terms of acting skills.

At least it won't be noticed.

Yue Buqun didn't see anything, and naturally he didn't intend to force Yang Wenhao, after all, he was only suspicious.

Yang Wenhao was the only outsider in Huashan, so the death of a person he didn't know naturally made Yang Wenhao suspicious.

In the next few days, the entire Huashan was investigating the identity of the white-haired old man.

But in the end, nothing was found. In the end, Yue Buqun could only bury it, and ordered his disciples not to disclose this matter, and those who violated the school rules would be punished.

After that, Yue Buqun came to Yang Wenhao specifically to hope that Yang Wenhao would keep it a secret, and Yang Wenhao naturally agreed.

"By the way, Master Yue, I have something to say to Master Yue today." Yang Wenhao cupped his hands.

"What's the matter?" Yue Buqun looked at Yang Wenhao.

"I think it's almost done." Yang Wenhao said: "I can't stay in Huashan forever, so I want to say goodbye to Sect Master Yue."

Yue Buqun didn't look surprised, and said calmly: "Since this is the case, there will be no Shaoxia left. If my Huashan disciples have any difficulties in the future, I hope the Shaoxia can remember Huashan's hospitality these few days."

(End of this chapter)