"After all this fuss, you want to learn my Dugu Nine Swordsmanship!"

After Feng Qingyang heard Yang Xingzhou's request, he smiled and said, "What? Yang Shaoxia, do you think my swordsmanship is worth learning?"

He and Yang Xingzhou fought with swords for many days. He knew that Yang Xingzhou's attainments in swordsmanship were not inferior to his own, but he was a little stick to his movements in sword moves. However, this kind of stick to his movements was only limited to the swords of the Five Mountains Sword School.

Fali, if Yang Xingzhou abandons the swordsmanship of the Five Mountains Sword School and uses the swordsmanship that he is good at, Feng Qingyang is really not sure that he can win.

Now seeing that Yang Xingzhou's ultimate goal seems to be to learn his own Dugu Nine Swords, Feng Qingyang felt funny and proud, and said: "We will compare first!"

Yang Xingzhou said: "Okay!"

The wooden sword in his hand shook slightly and slashed towards Feng Qingyang's neck: "Take the move!"

As soon as he slashed out the sword, his whole aura suddenly changed. He was originally just an arrogant and cunning prodigal, but when he swung the sword, he became majestic, like an ancient emperor. With one sword strike, it was like an emperor giving an edict.

, it is difficult for people to even have the heart to resist. The momentum is so strong and the power is so great that Feng Qingyang has never seen it in his life.

He didn't dare to be careless and slid out of the way. The wooden sword stabbed Yang Xingzhou's left waist diagonally, but Yang Xingzhou suddenly shouted: "Ding!"

Feng Qingyang was shocked by Yang Xingzhou's soft drink, and his whole body's energy suddenly went into chaos. He slowed down his attack, but the masters met, and victory or defeat only happened in a moment. Yang Xingzhou took a step forward, pointed the wooden sword diagonally, and the tip of the sword was already facing each other.

Targeting Feng Qingyang's heart, he stood still and said: "Old Feng, I win!"

Feng Qingyang stood there blankly, and a hundred things turned over in his mind: "... Shaolin lion roar? Are you a Shaolin disciple? We are competing in swordsmanship, what are you doing with Shaolin's sound-killing technique?"

When Yang Xingzhou shouted just now, he used Shaolin Temple's unique skill of lion's roar, which emits a stream of true energy from the Dantian to frighten external demons. It can be used suddenly when fighting with others. The effect is excellent and can be used in actual combat.

Up, very useful.

In the original work, even the six first-class masters of the Six Immortals of Peach Valley couldn't bear it and all fell into coma after being spit out by Master Fang Zheng's lion roar.

Feng Qingyang had been dealing with Shaolin Temple for many years, so he naturally knew what kind of technique it was, and asked: "When did Shaolin have such an amazing lay disciple like you?"

Yang Xingzhou put away the wooden sword and said with a smile: "Lao Feng's eyesight is not bad. I used the Shaolin lion roar, but I am not a Shaolin disciple. Stop talking nonsense. You should be defeated this time, right?"

Feng Qingyang was quite dissatisfied: "We are competing in swordsmanship, and you are using your sound skills to contain me. This is a bit overwhelming!"

Yang Xingzhou said: "Damn it, you are a bit arrogant! How can a duel between masters only be limited to swordsmanship? If it is really a pure sword duel, I don't think any of us should use internal strength, and no one should use our true energy.

Forget about swinging the sword purely based on physical strength! If that's the case, it's just a competition of physical strength and has nothing to do with swordsmanship."

Feng Qingyang knew that what Yang Xingzhou said was very reasonable. The competition between masters was not only about their swordsmanship, but also had a great relationship with Qi, physical strength, and mental state. Just now, Yang Xingzhou shocked himself with the roar of a lion.

In a life and death duel, this is the best method.

But now that Feng Qingyang was bitten to death, it was just a swordsmanship competition. Naturally, he would not say that Yang Xingzhou's approach was right. Seeing Yang Xingzhou's anger, Feng Qingyang smiled coldly and said: "In a swordsmanship competition, only those with the same level of cultivation can distinguish themselves.

If there is no real level, such as about the same age, similar cultivation, similar height and weight, and similar training time, then we can truly achieve relative fairness. I am old, blind, deaf, and almost all my teeth. You and I

In my sword competition, whether it is physical strength or vitality, I naturally have a nine-point advantage. In this situation, you still use other methods to assist me, do you have the nerve to do so?"

Yang Xingzhou: "..."

He always bullies others with his words, but this time after meeting Feng Qingyang, he has been bullied by Feng Qingyang's words. This old man always uses his aging as an excuse and keeps cheating, but there are some self-justifying excuses.

The fallacy made it difficult for Yang Xingzhou to refute.

Yang Xingzhou felt that he was already thick-skinned, but he didn't expect that Feng Qingyang's face was no less generous than his own. He was equally shameless and climbed up the ladder.

"You old guy, you're even more shameless than me!"

Yang Xingzhou looked at Feng Qingyang for a few times and suddenly laughed: "Okay, let's just compete in swordsmanship now, and we won't use any other means!"

As he spoke, he swung the wooden sword in his hand and slashed at Feng Qingyang again. Feng Qingyang dodged and struck forward with his sword, saying, "What kind of sword technique is this?"

When he asked this question, Yang Xingzhou had already made more than twenty stabs in succession. A white sword energy continued to expand and contract at the tip of the sword, like a living thing. Feng Qingyang was so horrified that he did not dare to touch the wooden sword in Yang Xingzhou's hand.

, each sword was aimed at the weak point in Yang Xingzhou's swordsmanship, attacking with attack. The two sides exchanged more than twenty moves, but the swords did not touch once.

"This is my own creation of the Emperor's Sword Technique!"

The wooden sword in Yang Xingzhou's hand danced in the air, and every thrust of the sword had a brilliant momentum and full of momentum. Coupled with the unstable sword energy at the tip of the sword, this set of swordsmanship was even more majestic and strict.

Even though Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship had reached an extremely advanced level, he was still shocked when faced with Yang Xingzhou's set of swordsmanship. However, the Dugu Nine Swords became stronger when encountering strong ones. Normally, they did not show their power when used against mediocre hands.

, now that he was inspired by Yang Xingzhou's superb swordsmanship, all kinds of subtleties were naturally revealed.

The "Dugu Nine Swords", in addition to being proficient in sword techniques, also rely heavily on the swordsman's spiritual understanding. Once it reaches the state of free and unregulated swordsmanship, the swordsman's intelligence will increase, and the swordsmanship will increase.

The higher it gets, every sword fight is like a great poet coming to inspiration and composing a good poem.

Yang Xingzhou's "Emperor's Sword Technique" is a set of sword techniques he created after he became the founding emperor of the country. It embodies the power of the emperor in his sword techniques. It is majestic and solemn, and has strict laws. Each sword is like an emperor's.

Every move seems to be written with a red pen, majestic and brilliant, like the sun and moon, and is the condensed essence of Yang Xingzhou's centuries-old swordsmanship.

This swordsmanship originally had three hundred and sixty-five moves, corresponding to the three hundred and sixty-five days of the year, and was divided into twenty-four ways, corresponding to the twenty-four solar terms. After that, there were twelve more methods, corresponding to the twelve months.

After each move is broken down, there are twelve hours of changes. If you count this, this move is really endless. It will never be finished. In terms of complexity and depth, it is actually not inferior to Dugu Nine Swords. It's just that

Getting started is harder.

After he created this set of swordsmanship, he stayed in the palace as the royal palace swordsmanship. However, this swordsmanship was so difficult that even Yang Guo had difficulty learning it thoroughly. After Yang Guo, other princes and emperors

It was even more difficult for Sun to understand. However, the secret book of swordsmanship is there and it is not lost. There will always be geniuses in the royal family in the future. Sooner or later, this swordsmanship will have a chance to see the light of day again.

The other royal skills left by Yang Xingzhou are enough for them to sit in the palace and intimidate the world. Whether anyone can learn this swordsmanship in the future will not hinder their rule, so no one feels sorry for it.

Now that this set of swordsmanship was performed by Yang Xingzhou, Feng Qingyang praised loudly and was very happy: "Good swordsmanship! Good swordsmanship! Yang Xingzhou, is this your own swordsmanship?"

He held his sword across his chest and asked: "This swordsmanship has an imperial aura that cannot be created by a non-emperor. How can you still be an emperor? According to me, the current emperor's surname is not Yang!"
Chapter completed!