The sword came out of Huashan, and swept the world from the world of swordsman

The strange experience of the sword energy battle at Mount Huashan is well known to everyone in the martial arts world.

It is known that the disciples of the Sword Sect prefer swordsmanship and are not very keen on internal strength training.

This results in rapid progress in the beginning of martial arts training, but slow progress in the later stages.

The division of first-rate, second-rate, and third-rate realms is actually very vague, and the main criterion is combat effectiveness.

As long as the disciples of the Sword Sect are not weak in talent, they can reach the first-rate realm in more than ten years, but it is difficult to improve further.

Ding Mian and the other two are different, their internal strength is extremely exquisite.

In the original work, Ding Mian once hit Master Ding Yi with a palm, causing her to retreat several steps and spit blood from her mouth. He and Lu Bai joined forces to break Qu Yang's heart meridian with one move, which shows how strong his internal strength is.

Fei Bin kicked the golden basin into a flat plate with one foot, which is not much different.

Boom!

The internal force burst out, and the big Songyang palm faced the three swords.

The three of them were very confident, and they raised their palms to suppress the sword moves of Feng Buping and the other two with their internal strength.

"Come on~!"

Feng Buping shouted softly, and drew his sword as fast as the wind. With one sword, he transformed into more than a dozen sword shadows, covering Ding Mian's body.

It was his own unique skill, the Wind and Swift Sword.

In the world, anyone who can create martial arts by himself is not a simple person.

After returning to Huashan, he not only practiced the Yijing bone forging chapter to improve his qualifications, but also practiced a lot of martial arts provided by Yue Zhuoqun.

This sword technique has evolved on the basis of 108 styles, and it is even more mysterious.

The original Wind and Swift Sword was faster than the other, but now the Wind and Swift Sword can generate more than a dozen sword shadows, containing endless changes.

Ding Mian was surprised. He was proud of his strong internal strength and could only retract his palm to protect himself in the face of such a tricky attack.

But when he was defending, Feng Buping's attack was faster and sharper.

Swish, swish, swish~

The sound of wind passed by, and I felt a chill on my body. My clothes were actually cut by the opponent's long sword.

Ding Mian's face turned red, and he took two steps back in embarrassment: "Brother Feng's swordsmanship has reached this level. I am too arrogant. Take my sword!"

No matter how exquisite the palm skills are, they will always be restrained in the face of sharp swords. I have no hope of suppressing the opponent with internal force.

Feng Buping did not chase him. He stood there with a smile on his face, quietly waiting for the Songshan disciples to send Ding Mian a long sword.

Ding Mian took his sword and regained his confidence: "Let me learn Brother Feng's sword moves again."

The swords of the Songshan School are different from those of most martial artists. Their swords are wider and heavier, belonging to the category of broadswords.

The swordsmanship is open and closed, and the demeanor is solemn. The broadsword is like a spear and a halberd, spanning thousands of miles.

He made a straightforward move, with a force as heavy as a mountain, to break Feng Buping's flexible and fast sword with a dignified momentum.

His response was correct, he was very experienced in combat, and he knew how to break the trick with force.

But he didn't expect that Feng Buping's sword moves would also change.

He raised the long sword, holding the hilt with his right hand and supporting the sword with his left hand, with a heavy and magnificent momentum.

Bang!

The two swords collided, and Ding Mian's sword was actually shaken away.

"Wan Yue Chao Zong? ! ! Why do you know my Songshan swordsmanship?"

"The Five Mountains Sword Sects have been friends for a hundred years, so it's not surprising that they know the swordsmanship of the Songshan Sword Sect. Do you dare to say that your Songshan Sect doesn't know one or two of our Huashan swordsmanship?"

"Okay, let me see how many Songshan swordsmanship you have learned, Die Cui Fu Qing!"

"Hehe, then I will be the Eternal Dragon."

"Yujing Tianchi!"

"Tianwai Yulong."

...

After a while, Ding Mian was sweating profusely.

Feng Buping didn't know a few moves, he had learned all the Songshan swordsmanship.

"You just stole my Songshan swordsmanship!"

"You are slandering me, do you know that it is stealing?

We Huashan can't do such a dirty thing.

It's your Songshan Sect that sent disciples to Huashan as spies to steal our martial arts!"

Ding Mian's face froze and he couldn't speak.

Because this is the truth, a few years ago they sent their disciple Lao Denuo to join Huashan Sect for surveillance.

Unfortunately, Huashan’s requirements for accepting disciples are too strict. Lao Denuo worked as a waiter at the inn at the foot of the mountain for three years, but he didn’t find out anything and finally returned to the mountain in disgrace.

“Humph! Even if you learn the Songshan sword technique, your sword is too narrow and too light, and you can’t display the power of the sword technique at all.”

“That’s true, then I’ll change another set of sword techniques!”

“Ding!”

With a crisp sound, Ding Mian retreated three steps and almost lost his broadsword.

Feng Buping’s move was too weird, as if it was aimed at the loophole in his sword moves, which just happened to restrain him.

“He must be a blind cat that meets a dead mouse.”

The sword technique was used again, and was restrained and repelled again.

“How could this happen? Come again!” Ding Mian’s mentality was a little unstable.

He swung the broadsword like the wind and performed the Songshan sword technique one move after another.

Soon he understood a cruel reality: Feng Buping was not a blind cat.Met a dead rat, those sword moves were evolved to break the Songshan sword technique.

If they were taken out separately, they would be messy and not a routine.

But they could be matched with the Songshan sword moves one by one.

"Broken, all my Songshan sword techniques were broken, how could this happen?"

His body shook, and he almost sat on the ground. At this moment, he felt that his faith had collapsed.

This was the hard work of the ancestors of Songshan for hundreds of years, and it was broken cleanly just like that.

Bang bang!

Beside them, Lu Bai and Fei Bin's swords were picked up and flew out, with similar experiences and the same loss of soul.

Not only them, the people from Hengshan, Hengshan, and Taishan sects in the field were also a little restless, and their eyes frequently glanced at Yue Zhuoqun, who was smiling and calm.

Huashan sect not only knew the full set of Songshan sword techniques, but also broke all the moves. Would the sword techniques of their own sects be the same?

They were a little afraid to think further.

"What do you think? Do you want to continue the competition?"

Feng Buping's question finally brought Ding Mian and the other two back to their senses.

He gritted his teeth and bowed with a bitter face: "We are not as skilled as others, so we voluntarily admit defeat."

"Since you admit defeat, let's go back to Songshan and report to the left leader!" Yue Zhuoqun said at the right time.

"This..."

"What, you still want to show off?"

"Brother Yue saved Liu Zhengfeng, so we naturally dare not care about it, but there is another Qu Yang in the field. He is one of the ten elders of the Sun and Moon Sect. We can't just let it go like this."

Liu Zhengfeng, who had just put his mind at ease, suddenly became nervous again: "Although Brother Qu is in the devil's way, he has never done anything to harm innocent people. He even acts in a chivalrous manner in the world..."

"Brother Liu, you don't need to say more!"

Qu Yang waved his hand to interrupt Liu Zhengfeng and said with a smile:

"Master Yue can save my family, and I am relieved and don't have to bear the blame.

You guys with the surname Ding, just come and let this devil Qu learn the tricks of Songshan Sect."

"Brother Qu!"

Liu Zhengfeng grabbed Qu Yang's arm and subconsciously looked at Yue Zhuoqun, but he couldn't speak.

Yue Zhuoqun stood up for him, which was a great favor.

After all, Qu Yang was an elder of the Sun Moon Sect, so he had no reason to ask Yue Zhuoqun to save Qu Yang.

However, Yue Zhuoqun took the initiative to speak:

"Qu Yang, Junior Brother Liu said that he and you are bosom friends, and you have never colluded with each other to deal with the righteous martial arts world.

But this is his words after all, and it is not convincing. Are you willing to sacrifice your life to prove your innocence for Junior Brother Liu?"

"Of course I am willing!"

"Okay!"

Yue Zhuoqun stood up and said, "Stand up and take my palm. If you die, it will be considered as your fate. If you survive by chance, come back to Huashan with me and imprison yourself, and never leave Huashan from now on."

"Senior Brother Yue, please let me take the palm on behalf of Brother Qu." Liu Zhengfeng stepped forward eagerly.

In the past two days of contact, Yue Zhuoqun did not take many actions, but he knew that his skills were absolutely unimaginable.

"No one else can replace this palm. Even if Qu Yang is as chivalrous as you said, this is the consequence he must bear as an elder of the Demonic Path!"

"Hahaha, Master Yue is right. Brother, don't stop me." Qu Yang smiled heartily and walked to Yue Zhuoqun in a heroic manner.

"In the past, I thought that all the upright people, except Brother Liu, were just seeking fame. Today, I know that there is a hero like Master Yue who understands the truth.

The sword of a gentleman should be a great hero.

Come on, I will not regret it even if I die!"

He naturally hung his hands on both sides of his body, raised his head and chest, and showed heroic spirit. He neither showed any defensive moves nor used his power to resist.

This was obviously to take Yue Zhuoqun's palm.

"He can perform like this. It seems that what Liu Zhengfeng said is true."

The heroes in the field nodded secretly, and their perception of Qu Yang changed a lot.

This heroic act of dying for a friend is something that most people cannot do. It is open and aboveboard, and has a chivalrous style.

Yue Zhuoqun slowly raised his right palm, and purple air shone on his face. Invisible air waves filled his body, and his light blue Taoist robe fluttered.

People who were close to him felt a pressure like a storm, and were shocked:

What a strong skill, what a powerful Zixia magic skill!

Yue Zhuoqun's palm hit hard, and it was heavily imprinted on Qu Yang's chest.

Bang!

A muffled sound.

Qu Yang's body flew high, like a broken rock, and his body rolled five or six times in the air, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and fell on the open space more than ten meters away, motionless.

"Brother Qu!"

"Grandpa!"

Liu Zhengfeng and the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl quickly ran to Qu Yang's body, their faces full of anxiety.

The little girl Qu Feiyan stretched out her fingers, which were as white as scallion stems, and carefully tested Qu Yang's breathing..

Her body stiffened, she squatted on the ground dejectedly, and tears as big as soybeans rolled down: "Grandpa is dead, wuwuwu~"

But as soon as she finished speaking, Qu Yang's body shook violently, and another mouthful of blood spurted out, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Thank you...thank you, Master Yue...show mercy..."

His voice was weak, and his breath was weak, but his cheeks were rosy again, and it was obvious that his life was no longer in danger.

"Don't thank me, I didn't show mercy, I can only say that you are not destined to die."

Qu Yang's mouth corners pulled out a smile with difficulty, and said nothing more.

He knew better than anyone whether he showed mercy or not.

The moment Yue Zhuoqun's palm was on his chest, he really felt Yue Zhuoqun's terrifying power, not only like waves, but also continuous aftereffects, like a thousand layers of huge waves.

He had only felt such power in the former leader of the Sun Moon Sect, Ren Woxing, and the current leader, Dongfang Bubai, was inferior to him.

Not to mention that he did not use his power to resist, even if he did, he would not be able to withstand this palm once it landed.

However, Yue Zhuoqun's palm power was not released, and it seemed to be terrifying, and he was hit and flew away, but in fact it was all superficial work, and the actual internal injuries were not serious.

He sighed in his heart, and today he knew what a hero was!

At this time, Yue Zhuoqun looked at Ding Mian and others: "Now, what else do you have to say?"

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