I could see clearly under the moonlight that Feng Qingyang in front of me had a face as golden as paper, a gloomy expression, white hair and a thin figure. He looked like a dying old man, but his eyes were shining and his breath was calm, but he was extraordinary.

Generally speaking, even the current leader of the Shaolin Temple, Master Fang Zheng, does not seem to be as profound as this person.

Yang Xingzhou saw that he was holding a wooden stick as a sword, and understood that he could not really fight with others due to the oath he had made in the past, so he used the wooden stick as a sword, and only competed with himself in terms of swordsmanship. He nodded immediately, stretched out his hand and made a weak grab, "

With a "click" sound, the branches of a big tree nearby were broken by him in the air. When it fell into Yang Xingzhou's hands, all the branches and leaves on the entire trunk had been blown away.

Yang Xingzhou put his two fingers together, used them as swords, "swished" a few times, and cut the branch into the shape of a wooden sword. He smiled and said: "Old Feng, there is a big difference between a wooden stick and a wooden sword.

There is a big difference between the swing speed of the stick-po-feng and the wooden sword. You are a master of swordsmanship, you should understand this."

Feng Qingyang saw Yang Xingzhou's two fingers emitting strong energy like sharp blades. He was even more shocked and said, "How can you have such profound internal strength at such a young age? Yes, there is a big difference between a wooden stick and a wooden sword. It's just that they are different.

People's sword skills are different, and the length and weight of their long swords are naturally different. Whatever sword suits you best, you can just make it yourself!"

As he spoke, he took out a dagger from his arms and slowly whittled the wooden stick in his hand into a wooden sword. During the whittling process, the old man's heart slowly calmed down, and his whole person seemed to be integrated with everything around him.

As one body, his breath came and went. By the time he finished cutting the entire wooden sword, his energy and spirit had reached its peak, and all his clothes were tight to his body.

"Yang Shaoxia, although I hate that boy Yue Buqun very much, he is the leader of Huashan after all. You came to Huashan to cause trouble and humiliate the leader of Huashan. I can't just sit back and watch, so I have to compete with the young hero in swordsmanship."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his sword, pointed the tip of the sword diagonally at Yang Xingzhou's lower abdomen, and said, "Please!"

Yang Xingzhou said: "Easy to say, easy to say."

The wooden sword in his hand suddenly swayed, and with a "chi" sound, he stabbed Feng Qingyang in the chest. He did it as he said, his body skills, techniques, and sword skills were all incredibly fast, and he was in front of Feng Qingyang in an instant.

Feng Qingyang was shocked. He didn't expect that Yang Xingzhou would strike so quickly. Unable to dodge, he raised his wooden sword and stabbed Yang Xingzhou in the throat. If Yang Xingzhou could pierce Yang Xingzhou's chest with one sword, he could also pierce Yang Xingzhou's chest with one sword.

throat.

This kind of lose-lose style of play is almost rogue. Logically speaking, Feng Qingyang shouldn't be like this, but at this moment, facing Yang Xingzhou's sudden sword, there is really no good way to deal with it, both sides will be hurt.

It is the most appropriate response.

"good!"

Yang Xingzhou shouted loudly, and suddenly jumped up, stabbing Feng Qingyang's face with the wooden sword in his hand, and turned the point of the sword aimed at Feng Qingyang's chest. When Feng Qingyang saw him, instead of dodging, Feng Qingyang actively faced him with his chest.

He raised the tip of his sword and was stunned for a moment. He quickly stepped back and said, "What is this? How can you seek death by yourself?"

Yang Xingzhou chuckled and said, "You lose!"

Feng Qingyang was even more shocked: "What?"

Yang Xingzhou said: "Old Feng, I am wearing protective armor. Your sword cannot kill me at all, but my sword can kill you. If it were a life and death battle, you would already be dead!"

Feng Qingyang: "..."

He didn't expect Yang Xingzhou to be such a rogue, so he laughed angrily: "We are competing in swordsmanship. Is the fact that you are wearing treasure armor also a kind of swordsmanship?"

Yang Xingzhou said: "I am a real person, I only know how to fight, so what is the difference between swordsmanship and swordsmanship? Do you have to use swordsmanship to fight with others? Not with a knife? Can you use a hammer? Can you do it with armor? With that

What’s just a competition of swordsmanship?”

Feng Qingyang paused for a moment. The reason why he proposed to have a sword duel with Yang Xingzhou was that Yang Xingzhou was amazingly powerful. He might not be able to defeat this person in other aspects. Only in swordsmanship could he have some confidence in winning, so he wanted to fight to the death.

Yang Xingzhou competed with swords.

In fact, what he did was the same as his swordsmanship. He took the lead and made moves in advance. He only talked about sword competition, which restricted Yang Xingzhou from using other skills to compete with him. However, Yang Xingzhou was not stupid. It was obvious that he named this matter at this time.

Tell Feng Qingyang that he is not stupid either. Warriors' competition is not just about swordsmanship.

Seeing what Yang Xingzhou said, Feng Qingyang sighed: "I am old and have old arms and legs. If it is a matter of boxing and kicking, I can't compete with you in your prime."

Yang Xingzhou said: "Then let's compare Qinggong!"

Feng Qingyang: "..."

His eyes flickered and he took a deep look at Yang Xingzhou: "I'm an old man with weak legs and feet. You, a young man, are racing against me, an old man in his nineties, are you embarrassed?"

Yang Xingzhou said, "That's better than poisoning!"

"Won't!"

"Better than a hidden weapon!"

"No way!"

"Competition of marksmanship!"

"Never used a gun!"

"Bi Nei Kung!"

"I'm getting old and I'm so angry!"

"Comparison of palm skills!"

"The Huashan Sword Sect is only good at swordsmanship, and their boxing and kicking skills are only average."

“Better than drinking and eating!”

"I have a bad stomach!"

…

…………

Yang Xingzhou asked for more than a dozen methods of competition, but Feng Qingyang rejected all of them, and only competed with swordsmanship.

"You're such a bad old man!"

Yang Xingzhou laughed loudly: "What you are guarding is the peerless swordsmanship of Dugu Nine Swords. As for other skills, you are ordinary. Hehehe, you are smart, but I am not stupid either! If we really fight, I will

No need to poison or use hidden weapons, I can defeat you with just fists and kicks."

Feng Qingyang also smiled and said: "Isn't it worth being happy that you used various means to defeat me, a rotten old man who is nearly a hundred years old? It may not be very glorious if you tell me."

He used to have a free and unrestrained temperament, otherwise he wouldn't have favored Linghu Chong, who had the same temperament and was crazy. Now facing a powerful enemy like Yang Xingzhou, he would naturally not resist with brute force, but would try to find ways to take advantage of it.

, in order to obtain the most favorable situation for themselves. Therefore, they kept talking about their age.

Yang Xingzhou raised his eyebrows and said: "You are just nearly a hundred years old. I am at least one hundred and twenty-three now. When will I ever be old? I once knew a person who was over a hundred years old. His white hair turned black, but he was still energetic.

The fight was so intense! You are only ninety years old, you are very young. You are still young, why should you rely on your old age to act like one?"

Feng Qingyang: "...it's a bit shameless to tell lies with open eyes."

Yang Xingzhou said: "Look, you don't believe me when I tell the truth!"

He rambled on a few words in succession, and after using up a lot of Feng Qingyang's energy and energy, he smiled and said: "Okay, okay, we've almost said what we know, isn't it just a sword fight?"

, just compare!”

Suddenly his expression changed, the wooden sword in his hand shook slightly, and he said with a smile: "I just watched the Taishan Sect's swordsmanship from the Siguoya cave. It was indeed interesting. Now I will compete with you with the Taishan Sect's swordsmanship."

Field, look at the sword!"

The sword is swung out with infinite momentum, like breaking through floating clouds. It is exactly one of the moves in Taishan School's sword technique, which is called "The Jade Emperor Swinging the Sword".

Feng Qingyang has seen many masters of the Taishan Sect perform this move. Although those swordsman masters can also display the sword intention of this move, after all, it lacks a lot of charm.

But in Yang Xingzhou's hands, this sword is really like an ancient emperor wielding a divine sword above the nine heavens. The Taishan School's swordsmanship is dense, dense and majestic, and it is fully demonstrated in this sword.

Feng Qingyang shouted loudly, and thrust the wooden sword in his hand at Yang Xingzhou's right rib. This sword was aimed at the flaw in Yang Xingzhou's sword technique. The sword was extremely fast, and it was not much slower than Yang Xingzhou's sword just now.

"Fuck!"

Yang Xingzhou retreated with his long sword, turned it around his hand, blocked Feng Qingyang's sword, and cursed with a smile: "Old Feng, you are not bad at all!"

ps: There is no evidence to support that Swordsman's martial arts value is lower than that of the Shooting Condor and the Divine Eagle. Why do you guys insist on saying that Swordsman's martial arts value is lower?

Not to mention anything else, Monk Fang Zheng possesses the Yi Jin Jing and the Thirteen Shaolin Secret Techniques. He is the most powerful Shaolin Abbot in the Golden Book. He also has the Great Yin Yang Hands, a sense of filial piety and joy, and he can also use his palms to hurt people from a distance. He is very powerful.

Not low.

Unpretentious monks can break bluestones with their palms, but in the world of eagle shooting, the crazy Ouyang Feng couldn't even hit the rocks on Mount Hua, and screamed in pain. That was when his strength was at its strongest.
Chapter completed!