The first taboo in the world

At the Jade Girl Peak in Huashan Mountain, at the top of Siguo Cliff Peak, the sword energy roared and the figures flickered. Xu Zifan and Feng Qingyang were engaged in a peak duel.

"call out......"

The sword light was like thousands of stars, brilliant and dazzling. As Feng Qingyang raised his hand, a sword light roared towards him, piercing the figure in the purple mist in front of him.

"Brush..." Xu Zifan's figure moved sideways, and his speed further increased. Like purple lightning, it brought out afterimages one after another, and moved laterally for more than ten feet. Purple mist rolled in, covering his figure.

The sword light in Feng Qingyang's hand stabbed through the purple mist and passed through the body of the purple figure. The purple mist faded away, the figure disappeared, and Xu Zifan's real body was already more than ten feet away.

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

For a moment, I thought about the top of the cliff, the sword light piercing the sky, the sword energy as vertical and horizontal as frost, the two figures were entangled together, their inner breath was surging, and their energy was radiating.

I saw two people wrapped in purple true energy. They were mysterious and unfathomable. Their skills shocked the past and the present. One of them turned into a flying sword, and the white sword light whizzed back and forth across the mountains. Their swordsmanship was unparalleled.

Xu Zifan was shocked in his heart at this time. He had never imagined that Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship was so terrifying. It was like a myth among swords. He had mastered all kinds of swordsmanship, but he was completely overwhelmed by his opponent in a competition with swordsmanship alone.

"Is this the power of the swordless realm?"

Feng Qingyang felt even more solemn at this moment. This young man from Huashan had such deep internal strength, which was the only time he had ever seen him in his life.

And from the current situation, it seems that this junior is advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, with a measured attack and defense. The internal strength cultivation displayed at this time is definitely not the tenth of his success. This internal strength cultivation is simply shocking, and it is unrivaled in the past and present.

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

In addition, he also knows the secret book of Zixia, the magical skill of the Huashan Qi Sect. Although the skill is famous in the world and extremely powerful, one drawback is that it takes a long time to practice to a high level.

In the past history of Huashan, those who practiced Zixia Magical Skill to a high level all took ten years as a unit and spent a huge amount of time to reach the state of great achievement.

Moreover, the aura of this junior named Xu Zifan and the state of Zixia Divine Art gave him a strange feeling.

He could feel that this junior Zixia's magical skill had not yet reached its deepest level, but why was Zixia's true energy so powerful? It felt even richer than the legendary founder of the Huashan sect, Zixia's inner breath when she reached perfection.

Incredible, extremely powerful, and a freak, this is Feng Qingyang's evaluation of Xu Zifan.

The sword energy surged like a tidal wave, rolling in and rolling away. The two figures were getting faster and faster. In the end, they could only see a group of purple mist and a white light entangled in the mountains. Wherever they passed, the energy The air was everywhere, the earth and rocks exploded, and the grass and trees flew away.

The fierce battle between the two lasted for an hour. Xu Zifan was almost hit several times. If it weren't for his incredible internal strength and speed as fast as a ghost, he would definitely be struck by the sword.

Although with his current physical strength and internal strength, he may not be injured by the sword light, but that would lose the meaning of the competition.

Feng Qingyang is worthy of being one of the top two masters in the world of Swordsman. He has mastered the art of swordsmanship and has reached the swordless state. Combined with the peerless martial arts Dugu Nine Swords, it is even more terrifying.

Xu Zifan has mastered countless world-class swordsmanship and can be called a super master of swordsmanship. But now facing Feng Qingyang, he was defeated in one fell swoop and all his swordsmanship was defeated.

"Boom..." The rocks beneath Xu Zifan's feet cracked, and their speed accelerated again. Figures wrapped in purple mist appeared in all directions around Feng Qingyang, each figure using a sword technique.

The first figure turned from virtual to real, using the Songshan sword technique. The sword was powerful and majestic. The figure was like purple lightning, attacking Feng Qingyang. Following closely behind, the second figure attacked, using the Huashan sword technique. Dangerous and domineering, the third figure follows him like a shadow, the silence is mysterious, Xiyi swordsmanship...

Purple figures, each using different sword techniques, surrounded and killed Feng Qingyang.

"boom......"

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

In this sea of ​​​​swords, every wave is like a ray of sword light. The waves press down heavily, destroying mountains and mountains. They are invincible, invincible, and extremely terrifying.

Feng Qingyang looked at the ocean of sword energy in front of him, his face becoming more solemn than ever before.

"I still underestimate this junior. His inner strength is unfathomable. I never thought he could reach this far in the way of swordsmanship!"

Thinking of Xu Zifan's young face, Feng Qingyang sighed, suddenly feeling that the world was dark and the years were ruthless. Maybe he was really old and his own era was over.

Then he thought about the battle between swords and his fellow disciples who had died tragically, and Feng Qingyang felt sad in his heart, with knots in his heart that were difficult to resolve, and even more depressed.

"Okay, the sword energy battle should be over!" Feng Qingyang said to himself.

Then the sad aura around him became even worse and gradually sublimated, and everything in the world seemed to be different.

The world within a hundred meters of Feng Qingyang was full of sadness and depression, gradually turning into thousands of strands.

This emotion suddenly turned into reality, affecting everything around it, making all living beings in this world feel heartbroken and inexplicably sad.

At this moment, within a hundred meters of the clear wind, the stars and rivers were crying, the grass and trees were sad, and the birds were crying. Everything was full of sadness.

"This sword is the sublimation of my lifelong swordsmanship. I have created it in recent years. It is my own swordsmanship. Come and take a look!"

Then Feng Qingyang slowly raised his hand, and the sword light in his hand disappeared, revealing a branch. At the same time, the sadness in the heaven and earth within a hundred meters around him became even worse, as if the heaven and earth were in sorrow together, and the whole world was crying.

At this moment, the world was grieving, and a drop of rain appeared out of thin air, like tears from the sky, crystal clear, soft and sparkling, containing tenderness and full of sorrow.

A wisp of light wind blows, and the raindrops fly away, which is like a signal. Then thousands of raindrops appear with the wind, and the drops are like tears, full of sadness, and turn into drizzle, filling the sky and the earth.

The purple mist is billowing, the sea of ​​swords is surging, and a wave is like a ray of sword light.

Heavy and huge waves were invincible, overwhelming the sky and the earth, pressing against Feng Qingyang.

The sea of ​​swords pressed forward and collided with the world that seemed to be crying around Feng Qingyang, like two worlds colliding.

On one side of the world, the purple sea is undulating, with turbulent waves, and the waves are heavy and overwhelming; on the other side of the world, it is drizzling, the breeze is gentle, and inexplicable sadness, wisps and wisps, fills the world.

The sea of ​​swords covered the sea, which was not as earth-shattering as imagined. The entire sea was blown by the breeze and moistened by the drizzle. It melted rapidly like ice and snow encountering carbon fire.

At this time, Xu Zifan was shocked in his heart. He always believed that martial arts in the world could not be broken except by speed.

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 the Dugu Nine Swordsmen in the swordless realm would not have time to break his sword moves.

Unfortunately, the description of Feng Qingyang's strength in the original work is not very detailed. Unexpectedly, under the pressure of his extremely fast sword light, Feng Qingyang finally displayed the legendary grace of swordsmanship.

Every time he struck Feng Qingyang with sword light, he could feel an extreme sense of sadness, and this emotion affected his own will.

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

Even the whole world is weeping. Look at the drizzle. Could it be the tears of God?

"Chi... chi chi chi..." A drop of drizzle hit Xu Zifan's arm through the thick purple mist, and then countless drizzles hit his whole body.

At this time, Xu Zifan was immersed in inexplicable sadness, with ups and downs of emotions. Suddenly, he felt pain all over his body, purple energy surged into Zi Mansion, and his mind felt cool.

Looking down, he saw the drizzle coming from the attack. Where were the raindrops? They were wisps of fine sword light, full of sadness and depression.

At this time, these sword lights actually broke through his own protective purple energy, but this was the end of the force. After the sword lights touched his skin membrane, he saw the precious energy flowing above his skin membrane, and the dense inner layer, and waves of precious energy ripples emerged. , resolved the sword light and eliminated the killing calamity.

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

A burst of sadness struck again, and Xu Zifan's emotions and mind were touched again. Then he bit the tip of his tongue, raised his spirits, and retreated quickly. In the blink of an eye, the purple figure was like light and lightning, retreating a hundred meters away. Here, his emotions No more inexplicable ups and downs of sadness.

"Feng Qingyang, you are such an old monster. He is so strong. His sword skills are really powerful!"

Xu Zifan's eyes flashed with complexity, and then his surprise was beyond words, because he saw a new world of martial arts. He still had pursuits in this world and could still make progress.

At this time, the purple sword sea dissipated, and Xu Zifan faced the drizzly world. He was thinking, what kind of power is this, the clear and clear way?

The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao. What is your Tao?

Xu Zifan thought deeply, and a series of purple humanoid figures came out of his body, transforming from virtual to real, performing various sword techniques.

There are the most basic basic sword skills, sword tapping, sword lifting, sword stabbing, sword breaking...

There are also swordsmanship from all the Five Mountains such as Huashan Swordsmanship and Hengshan Swordsmanship. In addition, there are also various swordsmanships that he has seen in his travels around the world.

Figures were placed in all directions of Xu Zifan, performing different sword techniques.

Waves of purple energy filled Xu Zifan's whole body. In all directions, various sword techniques were sublimated in the performance. Gradually, the figures around him became faster and faster, and the ocean of sword energy appeared again.

The waves of sword sea were not used for attack at this time, but they wrapped Xu Zifan in it.

Viewed from a distance, the entire sea of ​​swords seemed to turn into a drop of water, with Xu Zifan wrapped in it. He was like a kendo divine fetus undergoing transformation in the drop of water.

"Thousands of swords cultivate the way, and the body has transformed. This is how to get out of your own way of swordsmanship!" Feng Qingyang was in the drizzling world at this time, looking at Xu Zifan in front of him who was wrapped in a sea of ​​swords, and said to himself said.