The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 81 Xu Xingchen VS Feng Qingyang, the pinnacle showdown of sword skills

The night sky is deep and the moon is bright like a disk.
Silver frost covered the woods in the mountains, casting the afterimages of countless branches on the ground.

Xu Xingchen looked at Feng Qingyang and said bluntly: "How do you feel? Not much!"

Seeing Feng Qingyang turning his head to look at him again, he said seriously: "They are just three unlucky guys who have been entangled in hatred and obsession for their entire lives. It's pitiful! It's sad! It's lamentable!"

A sharp light flashed in Feng Qingyang's eyes. He stared at the young man in front of him for a while, and then his eyes returned to their previous dullness.

But he finally began to look at the young man in front of him seriously again. Although he was wearing a coarse blue shirt, he had an upright posture and a leisurely look. Even when facing him, his whole body still revealed a calm and relaxed demeanor.

"People who practice martial arts and mingle in the martial arts world are bound to be entangled in grievances and hatreds."

"Back then, on the Jade Maiden Peak of Mount Hua, the battle of Qi and Sword was brutal, and many masters of the older generation were not spared."

"They may be a little too paranoid, or just like you said, they are all unlucky people who can't think straight. But even if they try their best and even plot against each other, they are still the behavior of the gangsters."

"As for you," Feng Qingyang shook his head: "You don't look like a martial artist, but rather a Taoist practitioner!"

Xu Xingchen said modestly: "Uncle Feng, you are too kind. I am just a martial artist at the moment. It is still too far for me to practice Taoism!"

Feng Qingyang suddenly sneered: "You think the three people from the Sword Sect are all pitiful, pathetic, and lamentable unlucky people. Then what do you think of your master Yue Buqun?"

Xu Xingchen didn't expect that this uncle-master had such a stubborn side.

After hearing his evaluation of the Sword Sect, although I was a little surprised, I was definitely dissatisfied.

Now he is asked to evaluate the master of Qi Zong, and he must give a tough look.
Xu Xingchen clasped his fists and said seriously: "Uncle Taishi, he is my disciple's master, I dare not make any comments about him."

Feng Qingyang snorted in dissatisfaction: "What if I insist that you say it?"

Xu Xingchen laughed: "Grandmaster Uncle is of a higher generation than my master. If Grandmaster Uncle insists on me speaking, I have no choice but to speak. But what I say may not be entirely true, and may not be what Grandmaster Uncle wants to hear. By then, I'm afraid Grandmaster Uncle will be even more displeased!"

Feng Qingyang was silent for a moment, glared at Xu Xingchen, and said unhappily: "You kid, your mind is more clever and changeable than Chong'er, and your words are just like your master's, which is really annoying!"

Facing such an evaluation, what else could Xu Xingchen say? He could only remain silent, muttering to himself: "Chong'er? Senior Brother is indeed worthy of being the protagonist of this world. Even though he is a Qi Sect disciple that Grandmaster Feng dislikes, he taught him everything he had learned after meeting him two or three times, and his attitude was also very friendly. He is nothing like me, who is disliked by Grandmaster Feng."

Seeing the young man in front of him fall silent, Feng Qingyang stopped forcing him to speak ill of Qi Zong and said bluntly: "The Huashan Eight-Section Brocade you created has been of some help to me. I owe you a favor."

"But I am old and have retired for many years. I guess you, kid, will look down on my clumsy help."

"After thinking it over, I realized that my sword skills are the only thing that's acceptable, so I came here tonight."

Hearing this, Xu Xingchen couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Uncle Grand Master, are you planning to teach the Dugu Nine Swords to your disciples as well?"

Feng Qingyang rolled his eyes at the young man in front of him and said, "What are you thinking about? Since I have passed on my sword skills to Chong'er, I have never thought of passing them on to others."

"Besides, since you have comprehended the spirit of Qi Zong's swordsmanship, you certainly don't care about my Dugu Nine Swords."

"I feel that you lack the experience of fighting against top masters, so I want to spar with you and let you gain some knowledge!"

Xu Xingchen complained in his heart: "Who said I don't care about your Dugu Nine Swords? Besides, are you sure you don't want to use this opportunity to teach me a lesson by sparring with me?"

Although he thought so in his mind, Xu Xingchen was still very excited.

He had long wanted to exchange sword skills with Uncle Master Feng, but he always felt that the idea was a little unrealistic. Unexpectedly, today, his dream would come true!
Suppressing the excitement in his chest, Xu Xingchen bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you Master Feng for your guidance!"

Feng Qingyang saw that there was no trace of regret on his face, but instead he looked excited, and was also surprised: "I said you wouldn't be interested in my Dugu Nine Swords, it was just a polite remark, I didn't expect you really don't care about it."

"Alright, alright, I'd like to see how far your swordsmanship has come to so that you'll have the confidence to fight against my Dugu Nine Swords."

Feng Qingyang calmed down and said coldly: "Make your move!"

Xu Xingchen was of course not polite. He nodded slightly and drew his sword out of its sheath.

next moment.
The sword light was like water, reflecting the silver moonlight in the night sky, drawing a long silver track in the open space in the forest, brilliant and dazzling.

One end of the trajectory was at the position where the disappeared Xu Xingchen had just stood, and the other end was connected to the three-foot range in front of Feng Qingyang, who was three meters away.

"So fast!"

Feng Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sword light flew out from his waist, drawing a short arc and hitting the front of the silver track one foot away. Dang!
When the two swords collided, a high-pitched and intense buzzing sound was emitted.

The silver track suddenly collapsed and turned into the shape of a long sword. The sword body shook violently, as if it wanted to jump out of Xu Xingchen's hand.

"What a powerful Hunyuan Qi. This powerful rebound force is completely different from when my senior brother used it."

Xu Xingchen had a flash of thought in his mind, and he injected his true energy into the sword, immediately calming the sword's vibration and trembling. At the same time, he shouted, "Uncle Master Feng, I am rude!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword light appeared again in the open space, faster and more swiftly than before, and more varied.

When the sword arrived on the way, it immediately split into dozens of sword lights, which rolled and surged, gathering into a large patch of dense cloud and mist shimmering with silver light, and covered Feng Qingyang like white clouds emerging from a mountain.

The sword in Feng Qingyang's hand was as fast as the wind. With a whoosh, it pierced into the rolling silver cloud, jumping like lightning and drawing several zigzag shapes.

When the silver cloud came within a foot of him, it collapsed again, leaving behind only a strong gust of wind that made Feng Qingyang's clothes flutter.

Amidst the disintegrating sword light, a ray of sword light rose from the invisible, and in an instant its momentum rose, like a rainbow piercing the sun, and lightning pierced towards Feng Qingyang's shoulder.

The sword light was too fast, too fierce, and too powerful, and it pierced the air, leaving a pale white hole.
Feng Qingyang's figure flashed and disappeared, and then another sword light pierced out from the side. If Bai Hong continued to move forward, the moment the sword light next to him fell, it would definitely hit the palm and wrist that was holding Bai Hong.

But the extremely fast piercing white rainbow slowed down strangely, and used the sword body to block the piercing sword light next to it.

Dang~~!

With an exciting and high-pitched humming sound, the violently trembling sword light suddenly turned and circled like a startled dragon or snake. Xiao Shi rode on the dragon, traveling across the seas, and in a blink of an eye, he pounced on Feng Qingyang's figure from another direction.

But this "dragon" was fake after all. It could not fly in the clouds, nor could it swallow the world. It was cut into pieces by a sharp sword light and was completely defeated.

Another sword light emerged from it and transformed into a faint afterimage of a phoenix, flashing in the air. It was stunning and magnificent, but contained a cold murderous intent.

A beam of sword light penetrated through the hole in its chest, bounced several times in an instant, and then the image of the phoenix disappeared into thin air.

The sword light changed again, splashing out a large number of chaotic attacks, like a pine tree rooted in the rock wall, with lush branches and leaves arched out. Wherever it passed, the grass was split and the trees were broken. A waist-thick tree exploded into broken branches and fragments flying all over the sky.

But when it encountered the sharp sword light, it was also "cut off and broken" and became pieces.

Two sword lights pierced through the forest rapidly, entangled and collided, and the battle was fierce and chaotic.

Wherever it passed, the weeds on the ground were broken into pieces one after another, turning into pieces of unevenly sized debris that flew wildly in the strong wind.

The waist-thick trees exploded one after another, and the flying branches and broken wood were constantly cut and shrunken in the swift and dense sword light, and finally turned into countless white fibers, joining the wild dance feast of this fierce storm.
Xu Xingchen's sword light changed again and again, from a phoenix coming, to Xiao Shi riding a dragon, to a white rainbow piercing the sun, a pine tree welcoming guests, white clouds emerging from a mountain, a dense ancient cypress, endless falling leaves, and a heavenly gentleman hanging upside down.
The Thirteen Styles of Huashan Sword Technique displayed unprecedented grace in Xu Xingchen's hands. With the blessing of the charm of the sword technique, it was like a series of illusory beauties, brilliant and brilliant.

Even if the master who created this sword technique were to be reborn, he might not be able to perform it to such a superb and miraculous level.

Xu Xingchen's attainments in this sword technique have surpassed his master!
However, such a dazzling sword technique was constantly chased and broken by a sword light that was incredibly sharp and swift like thunder, just like a butcher cutting up an ox, which collapsed and dissipated them one by one.

A sword light constantly generates new sword techniques
A sword light constantly breaks new sword techniques
One creates, the other destroys. The two are like twin stars that complement and counteract each other. In the fierce and terrifying confrontation, they constantly stage thrilling and beautiful scenes.

It is a pity that no one appreciates these stunning scenes, otherwise, they would definitely make people sweat profusely, their hearts shaken, and they could not control their emotions.

The breeze brings coolness, one, two, three.
The afterimage of the phoenix disappeared in an instant, then reappeared from nothingness.
As soon as Xiao Shi's dragon was destroyed, a white rainbow shot up into the sky, but after being cut in half, it turned into endless falling trees, which fell to the ground with a hissing sound. The next moment, it trembled and collapsed one after another.
The dense ancient cypress trees were chopped down by a flash of sword light.
The celestial being was hanging upside down, and he died midway.
A sword light flashed in Feng Qingyang's hand, moving back and forth like light and lightning, destroying all the sword techniques and sword moves he encountered without any omission.

But the surprise in his heart was also rising.

"Unknowingly, this kid's martial arts has already reached this level?"

"I thought that if I showed some humility, I could quickly defeat him and let him see the power of my Dugu Nine Swords, which is not just like what Chong'er used."

"But now it seems that this kid is really weird. Not only has his swordsmanship reached the level of no moves being better than moves, but even his internal energy is incredibly powerful and profound."

"How can he have such amazing skills at such a young age?"

"And this kid's progress is so fast, unknowingly, the flaws in his swordsmanship have been reduced a lot, his comprehension is really terrifying."

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