The Era of Immortal Cultivation

That day, Lawnold saw a dazzling shooting star!

But the meteor plunged into the sun!

It’s hard to say who is number one in the world today. But no matter who ranks, Feng Qingyang must be among the top three.

Ronnold really didn't understand, even though he already said he was Master Feng, how could Yu Canghai still be so brave?

Is it my problem? I didn’t say my full name?

Lawnold has been trapped in kpv and cannot extricate himself.

As for being revealed to be a spy, it didn't matter at all. The moment Feng Qingyang appeared, Lawnold was actually a little relieved:

I've finally been discovered! I don't have to be conscientious anymore. Can I finally be myself and die?

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The sword that Yu Canghai thought was the best in the world was actually dodged by the white-haired old man by bending down?!

Yu Canghai was a little surprised: The old man has something, he bends down really fast.

But don’t panic, in this wave of mid-term innate versus early-stage innate, I have the advantage!

The old man opposite has drawn his sword?

It doesn’t matter, I will take action!

Play steadily and defeat him within a hundred moves.

Yu Canghai used his best swordsmanship of Songfeng, a style [Songfeng Ruduo], which caused strong winds, using the strength of the pine and the speed of the wind.

"呲"

It's quite a coincidence that the tip of my sword actually touches the tip of the opponent's sword and collides with each other!

Look at me again [Song Tao is like a dream], [Songhai is boundless], [Songs are strong through the ages]...

There were six or seven sword strikes in a row, but the sword tips of both sides were actually facing each other. No matter how slow Yu Canghai was, he couldn't figure it out right.

He used another move [Misong Suifeng], and the sword in his hand was divided into seven sword rays, directly piercing the old man's seven vital points.

This time, he focused a third of his attention on observing his opponent, only to see that the opponent also had seven rays of sword light, facing his own sword light.

Simply, simply... It's as if it was carved from the same mold.

Yu Canghai's mind was taken by this discovery. One of the seven sword lights collapsed, and the opponent's corresponding sword light also collapsed.

Yu Canghai mechanically fired a few more swords, but the two of them still had similar moves. Their swords faced each other as if they were a mirror, and opposite Yu Canghai in the mirror.

Although the person in front of me is more than eight feet tall and I am less than five feet tall, the sword intention, the sword moves and even the habits when using the sword are exactly the same, that is the Songfeng Swordsmanship, my own Songfeng Swordsmanship!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Yu Canghai couldn't accept this reality and retreated. The old man did not pursue him, and allowed him to jump to a tree and pose like a white crane with its wings spread out.

You can imitate my sword, but can you imitate my Qi?

The magical skill of Crane and Nine Heavens, the twelve successful powers, what can you imitate?

Yu Canghai roared loudly on the tree, like a crane croaking and weeping, and then used the unique luck method in the Crane Crying Nine Heavens Divine Art, a sword to Lingchen!

It's [Pine Wind Rushing] again, but this time in addition to the strength of the pine and the speed of the wind, there is also the agility of the crane, which greatly increases the power.

The opponent is also facing each other in the same style [Song Feng Ru Tao].

Once again, [Songfeng Rutao] faced off against [Songfeng Rutao], swords facing each other, but this time Yu Canghai actually struck slower than his opponent with every strike!

What kind of magic is this?

Yu Canghai couldn't believe that he was actually at a disadvantage.

The opponent's tenacity of pine, swiftness of wind, and agility of crane are more perfect than mine.

Is my swordsmanship an imitation? Otherwise, why can’t I compare to my opponent’s Songfeng swordsmanship, which I have practiced for thirty years?

(Feng Qingyang: Mistake! Too much force)

Yu Canghai lowered his sword and asked in disbelief:

"Could it be that you are the surviving senior of our sect from twenty years ago?"

"This is all nonsense!" Feng Qingyang flatly refused, "I joined the Huashan sect when I was seven years old. I was born as a Huashan, and I will be buried in Huashan when I die."

Yu Canghai still doesn't believe it, but no matter what, we'll talk about it after finishing the fight.

He gathered his energy and strength and used his most proud self-made sword [Songhe Yufeng].

This time it’s not sword tip versus sword tip. The sword that Yu Canghai has carried with him for several years is broken!

His [Songhe Yufeng] sword evolved into fourteen variations, but the fifteenth variation finally hit the weakest point of the sword.

……

It turns out that it’s not some magic, but just a difference in swordsmanship? Is my swordsmanship so bad?

So bad that you can imitate it just by looking at it, so bad that you can be defeated by 30 years of hard training in swordsmanship, so bad that the most proud sword in your life can be learned and surpassed at a glance?

The broken sword in Yu Canghai's hand fell off, but he didn't seem to notice it at all.

(Feng Qingyang:

In fact, it’s not that bad. I’ve fought a lot of Songfeng swordsmanship when I was young! I’m very familiar with it!

What finally broke the sword was not the fifteenth transformation, but the Dugu Nine Swords)

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Yu Canghai's Taoist heart was broken, Feng Qingyang put on the demeanor of a great master, but in fact he was also happy inside.

Not because he defeated Yu Canghai, he was better than many, many more outstanding swordsmen.

It was a sense of comfort that he had not experienced for a long time, which allowed him to regain the joy of sword fighting.

It’s the feeling of defeating your senior brother in a sword duel in front of your senior sister when you were fourteen years old!

Junior Brother Qinghao is right!

This kind of behavior is really unique and exciting!

Defeat your opponent with his best and most familiar swordsmanship, and make your opponent's best swordsmanship more perfect and outstanding. This is really great!!!

Feng Qingyang has fallen in love with this feeling!

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Yu Canghai knew that such swordsmanship was by no means an ordinary innate skill, and the person in front of him must be the sword master Feng Qingyang.

If I had known about it earlier, I would have run away without looking back. But that is no longer important now...

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When he was nine years old, while performing juggling with his father, the precocious child saw a Qingcheng swordsman using three sword techniques in a duel and imitated them with tree branches from time to time.

When he was twelve years old, the short boy defeated three gangsters with the three styles of swordsmanship and a willow branch, and was spotted by the Qingcheng swordsman and took him up the mountain.

When she was sixteen years old, she was accepted as a disciple by the master because of her outstanding talent. The senior sister smiled so sweetly.

At the age of twenty-two, Qijian Hall dominated Sichuan and Sichuan. Qingcheng Mountain was destroyed and a fire burned all night. There were 618 disciples in the sect, but only one was living alone.

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At the age of twenty-four, I condensed my true energy and ran back to the foot of Qingcheng Mountain in the heavy rain and cried all night, wielding the sword without regrets.

At the age of twenty-six, he reached his peak the day after tomorrow and left Sichuan in the east. For the next sixteen years, he did not dare to look west, only for fear of dreaming of old friends.

At the age of twenty-nine, he broke into Xiantian and traveled around for thirteen years to reestablish Qingcheng Taoism, but achieved nothing.

At the age of forty-two, my sword was broken here, and all I had learned in my life was destroyed. The scenery of Zhongnan Mountain is unique, and I was buried here, accompanied by the clear breeze and bright moon.

What a incomplete and failed life!

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But...I still can’t give in!

The fire on Qingcheng Mountain has been burning in my dream for 20 years; that night with the bright fire, the corpses of many fellow disciples blocked the secret passage to escape; there was a bluestone rock on the way down the mountain, and the leader stood there for half the night, draining away all the blood.

Blood.

If you die here, no one will remember the face of Senior Sister, the 617 people in Qingcheng Mountain, and the Qingcheng Sect!

Inheriting Qingcheng Taoism is really a heavy word!

Master, you died so lightly that I suffered in this purgatory for twenty years.

In the end, I didn’t even dare to choose death!

If it is Yu Canghai's fate to die here...I refuse!

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Yu Canghai was stunned for a long time after breaking his sword, then suddenly laughed loudly, then flew to the disciple's side and grabbed two big bags.

That was the special fire oil he prepared to perform his original "Fire Breathing Technique" based on juggling, but he knew that the Fire Breathing Technique was nothing more than a trivial skill in front of a real master!

But this time he didn't spit out fire, but drank two large bags of more than ten kilograms of fire oil in one gulp, and his face that was originally half white and half black became black and white.

He just looked at Feng Qingyang and said with a smile:

"Ha! Can you give me some more time?"

? ?Originally, Yue Buqun’s martial arts skills were higher than Yu Canghai’s. In the Sunflower River and Lake, suffering has produced sweet fruits, but Yu Canghai’s was even higher.

? Also, I have always felt that blasting, killing with memories, and doing sit-ups should not be the privileges of the protagonist. Isn’t that cheating?

? If such a world really exists, whose persistence, ideals, and memories are nobler and more powerful than others?

? If you want to open it, everyone should open it! If everyone opens it, it doesn’t count.