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On the cliff, sword energy spreads horizontally.

Zhang Yang stared at the index and middle fingers on his right hand that were joined together. He didn't expect that the starting position of "Dugu Nine Swords" performed by just two fingers was so powerful. He was already surprised before he had a real fight with Dugu Qiubai.

It has reached a point where nothing can be added.

No matter what! I must take "Nine Swords of Dugu" with me when I leave this world! Damn it, who can stop me?!

Zhang Yang grinned, and the corners of his mouth almost reached the base of his ears. Although the magic blood bullet was strong, it gave him a sense of unreality, but this "Dugu Nine Swords" gave him a strong sense of reality. This is

The sword energy he used by himself! This is a move he learned by himself! Is there anything more precious than what he owns?

If anything, the magic blood bullet was not actually learned by Zhang Yang, but possessed it from the beginning, so Zhang Yang had a sense of unreality. However, in "Dugu Nine Swords", he experienced the thrilling pursuit of being chased.

After killing, I accidentally encountered the sword demon Dugu Qiubai and learned what I learned...

This kind of excitement is beyond words.

Zhang Yang's heart was beating very fast. Dugu Qiubei, who was opposite him, still looked at him coldly and arrogantly, but there was a hint of respect in his eyes. Dugu Qiubei would never look down upon his opponent!

Milly pursed her lips and frowned, looking at Zhang Yang who was giggling there, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Zhang Yang, on the other hand, was thinking about another thing at this time. What would be the result if the Qilin Arm and the "Nine Swords of Dugu" were added to it? Invincible! So fucking invincible!

Zhang Yang swallowed twice. This kind of excitement has surpassed all his feelings. The joy after great tragedy can only be like this, right?

The moonlight was very cold, and the top of the cliff was even colder. The cold wind mixed with the cold fighting spirit made people's hair stand on end.

"Your heart is not at peace." Dugu Qiubai said calmly.

Zhang Yang's smile was uglier than crying. How could his heart calm down? How could he calm down in this situation? He is just a mortal. He never thought that he would have such a powerful stunt. I'm afraid this "Dugu Nine Swords" is almost impossible.

You can’t buy it with 100,000 points, right?

At this moment, Zhang Yang also thought of Feng Qingyang's expression when he was escaping. Did Feng Qingyang already know that he would encounter Dugu Qiubai?

Dugu Qiubai sighed and said: "Draw your sword, you are no match for me at all with the swordless Dugu Nine Swords."

Zhang Yang nodded, and then drew out the five-foot cold iron green-edged sword with a "chang" sound.

Dugu Qiubei looked at the cold-iron green-edged sword in Zhang Yang's hand with a trace of surprise in his eyes. Naturally, a peerless strongman like Dugu Qiubei had seen many swords, and he naturally knew the sword in Zhang Yang's hand... only

Can be reduced to an inferior position.

But Zhang Yang doesn't know this at all. A real sword is just like what he fooled Lin Pingzhi into. It takes out its sheath and drinks blood! It blows hair and breaks hair! It breaks gold and rocks! These can all be called real swords; but if it is a divine sword, they are all

There is still one step left, and that is the person who wields the sword.

Dugu Qiubai pointed at the hundreds of long swords stuck on the top of the cliff and said, "Choose one."

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to figure out that Da Gu Qiu Bai had no regard for the cold iron Qingfeng sword he had bought for a huge amount of money! What kind of bullshit is cold iron? It's just a way for merchants to do business.

It's just a means. Compared with the sword stuck on the top of the cliff, what Zhang Yang has in his hand is just a piece of scrap metal, a piece of scrap metal that no one can appreciate.

Zhang Yang held the hilt of Hantie Qingfeng Sword with his backhand and threw it directly to the stone cave in the distance.

With a sound of "Ding!", the Hantie Qingfeng Sword was inserted into the stone wall, with only the hilt exposed.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath. Dugu Qiubei really wanted to lose, but that was just an extravagant wish. It was a luxury for Dugu Qiubei. For Ximen after defeating Ye Gucheng in another world,

It’s also a luxury for Fubuki.

Zhang Yang looked at these hundreds of long swords and swallowed. If he were to sell these swords, he would probably be as rich as the rest of the country, right? Each of these swords is not ordinary iron, but they can't be used by Dugu at this time.

With Qiufei's eyes, Dugu Qiufei only needs himself.

Dugu Qiubai has used many kinds of swords in his life, sharp swords! Purple soft swords! Edgeless heavy swords! Grass swords! Even the current swordless ones.

If Yu Mama hadn't written Dugu Qiubei into this world, Zhang Yang wouldn't have such a big adventure. Zhang Yang can't figure out Dugu Qiubei's character. He's too lazy to think about it now. He just wants to fight with Dugu Qiubei.

After fooling around with each other, he rushed to the bottom of the cliff and beat up Ximen Piaoxue and the other four!

Damn it! If you dare to chase me! I’ll knock out your front teeth!

Zhang Yang's idea was very simple. He randomly pulled out a blue long sword that looked very attractive, and then flicked the sword with his fingers pretending to be sophisticated. The crisp sound was very pleasant, and the sword body also shook. Zhang Yang's fingers were already

I felt the coolness.

A five-foot-three-inch sword forged from real cold iron!

Zhang Yang took a breath of cold air, can this fucking fetch tens of thousands of taels of silver?

"How is it?" Dugu Qiubai asked.

Zhang Yang nodded with satisfaction, pointed the tip of his sword directly at Dugu Qiubai, and said with a smile: "Senior, please be gentler in a moment."

Dugu Qiubei suddenly laughed. The smile of a man who had been cold and arrogant for a long time was enough to melt glaciers. Even Zhang Yang was attracted by Dugu Qiubei's lonely smile. What is the highest state of pretentiousness? Lin Ping

That kind of thing can only be regarded as pretending! Dugu Qiufei is the real master. At least if you use the word pretending to describe Dugu Qiufei, there is only one result, getting beaten! But, Dugu Qiufei

The cold and arrogant feeling of seeking defeat really makes people feel a huge pressure.

Dugu Qiubai's smile disappeared in an instant, and he appeared in front of Zhang Yang. He directly used a sword-breaking move, completely blocking all attack routes of Zhang Yang's sword!

Zhang Yang stood there, unable to take any action. He was defeated by Dugu Qiubai with just one move.

"Dugu Nine Swords is about seizing the enemy's opportunity! To strike first is to gain the upper hand! Let's do this, you strike first." Dugu Qiufei was a little disappointed, but he also knew in his heart that Zhang Yang was not to blame, no one could strike after him.

If Zhang Yang can really take action, he won't even have a chance to defend. If Zhang Yang can really take action, it will make him doubt Zhang Yang's purpose here.

Zhang Yang scratched his head and looked at Dugu Qiubei who was retreating again. He felt bitter in his heart. He just wanted to go down and show off. Unexpectedly, Dugu Qiubei insisted on keeping him. It was like the teacher insisted on keeping him after he had achieved some results in his studies.

The exam is the same. There are only two words to describe it - cheating!

Zhang Yang took a deep breath to calm down his mood, and looked at Milly inadvertently, who was also staring at him with a smile.

Zhang Yang tightened the long sword in his hand, stepped on it, and his whole body was like a rainbow light, rushing straight towards Dugu Qiubai. He expected that Dugu Qiubei's first move would be to use the sword finger of his right hand as a long sword, so he used it as a long sword.

This move sealed it!

But what surprised Zhangyang was that Dugu Qiubai did not block it, but clamped the blue Han Iron Sword between the index and middle fingers of his right hand!

Zhang Yang blinked and smiled bitterly: "I failed again."

Dugu Qiubai shook his head and said: "You may not be defeated. If the enemy blocks your moves, you have to think about it and take it by surprise!"

Zhang Yang's eyes lit up, and then he spat directly on Dugu Qiubei's face.

No one would have thought of such a move, and there was no way to block it. Dugu Qiubai dodged, but the cold iron sword held between his index and middle fingers still did not relax at all. Zhang Yang was stunned, and then he laughed, and directly used his right hand to

Abandoning the Cold Iron Sword, he pinched his sword fingers and performed a sword-breaking move!

Dugu Qiubai's eyes showed some relief. Although Zhang Yang's spitting move was very clumsy, in a real duel, who would care whether you could do it badly or not? As long as you can win, as long as you can kill the enemy, that's the best thing.

Good move!

Dugu Qiubei still held the Cold Iron Sword in his right hand. After seeing Zhang Yang's sword energy hitting him one after another, Dugu Qiubei turned his body slightly to one side and directly performed the breaking arrow style!

The broken arrow type broke a hidden weapon, and the sword energy fired by Zhang Yang was equivalent to a hidden weapon. There was no doubt that Dugu Qiubai once again had the upper hand.

Zhang Yang's face was as bitter as a bitter gourd and his mouth was bitter. Dugu Qiubai held the tip of his sword and pushed with his wrist. The hilt of the sword was already pressed against Zhang Yang's throat.

"As long as you are flexible, the Sword-Breaking Style is not the only move of Dugu's Nine Swords!" Dugu Qiubei said calmly.

Zhang Yang nodded, his initial admiration for Dugu Qiubei has turned into respect. Such a person is indeed worthy of his respect. Dugu Qiubei's coldness and arrogance is just because the moves he uses are as good as his sword.

But as a person, although Dugu Qiubei still has that cold face, every word he speaks is precise and intriguing.

Zhang Yang now understands a lot, and his understanding of "Dugu Nine Swords" is not limited to the moves.

"Only when your mind is calm and your sword is steady can you swing a murderous sword and decide the outcome in an instant!" Dugu Qiubai inserted the Hantie Sword in front of Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang grinned.

"Now, let's face off again for the last time. I won't hold back anymore!" Dugu Qiubai's eyes turned cold.

Zhang Yang's heart trembled, he drew out the Cold Iron Sword and closed his eyes. After all, he still couldn't avoid the battle with Dugu Qiubei. In this case, it would be better to deal with Dugu Qiubei wholeheartedly, with a calm mind and a steady sword.

These ordinary four words were like a big mountain to Zhang Yang at this time, a big mountain that he was crossing. Zhang Yang closed his eyes and finally raised the cold iron sword in his hand. In an instant, a cold wave emerged from the cliff.

Killing intent, ruthless sword intent!

The sword is ruthless, but the person who wields the sword has feelings. But at this time, neither the sword nor the person should have feelings, because feelings will affect the sharpness of the sword.

Zhang Yang forgot all his emotions at this time and was thinking about four words.

Sword energy crisscrossed the cliff.

Zhang Yang suddenly opened his eyes, and the sword energy disappeared at this moment.

Duguqiu was defeated and left!

He walked so quietly that even the words carved on the stone wall were silent.

"You have truly understood the Dugu Nine Swords. It doesn't matter who wins or loses."

This short sentence has already explained the loneliness of Dugu Qiufei. Indeed, what if Zhang Yang wins? No matter what the result is, the victory will always be Dugu Qiufei, because "Dugu Nine Swords" is Dugu.

Created by seeking defeat.

Zhang Yang couldn't laugh or cry, and he cursed in his heart again. He finally found some feeling that Dugu Qiubei let him go. However, Zhang Yang respected Dugu Qiubei more and more in his heart. Zhang Yang was still afraid of death.

Even if he has mastered the essence of "Dugu Nine Swords", he cannot face Dugu Qiu with the determination to win.

Rather than saying that Dugu Qiubai let him go, it would be better to say that Dugu Qiubai saved his life.

Because once they really take action, neither Zhang Yang nor Dugu Qiubei can hold back at all, and Zhang Yang, who still has a fear of death in his heart, will be affected by his emotions at that moment and die under Dugu Qiubei's sword energy.

Zhang Yang suddenly found that he understood a lot of things. Some things often don't need to be said in person, as long as they are revealed in a few words. In the book, Jin Yong paid very little attention to Dugu Qiubai, the person he created, which was enough to understand that even Jin Yong himself

The character he created, he himself was unable to control Dugu Qiufei in the book.

If it were written according to Dugu Qiufei's character, there would only be two words, only two words - loneliness.

It's all the fault of being lonely! Zhang Yang cursed secretly in his heart, grinned again, turned his head and looked over, and Milly was no longer there. He opened his sleeves, and the blue lines were dazzling...

"Hey!" On the cliff, Zhang Yang sighed heavily. He finally had time to deal with Milly. Unexpectedly, Milly was very smart and escaped first. Looking at the hundreds of good swords on the cliff, Zhang Yang swallowed dryly.

He took a sip of saliva, looked around, and sighed: "There are so many good things, it would be nice if my backpack was bigger."

"Congratulations to player Zhang Yang for reaching level four!"

"Congratulations to player Zhang Yang for reaching level five!"

Zhang Yang listened to the game space prompt in his ear and was stunned, realizing that "Dugu Nine Swords" had been upgraded to two levels in a row. Looking at the many long swords on the cliff, Zhang Yang suddenly felt lonely at this time.

Then he waved a sword energy very pretentiously!

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Zhang Yang sat there and wailed. Pretending always has consequences, at least... hundreds of good swords were all broken because he pretended.

Zhang Yang wanted to hit the wall. He looked at the cold iron green edge sword stuck in the distance. Zhang Yang walked over and inserted the cold iron green edge sword back into the wooden scabbard. Then a thought came to his mind. He had already collected the blue cold iron sword.

In the backpack.

Zhang Yang's backpack now contains the "Evil Sword Manual", the real Cold Iron Sword and thirty taels of silver.

He took out another bottle of potion from his arms, drank it in one gulp, then threw the jade bottle aside, looking up at the bright moonlight, his bright eyes narrowed.

Damn it! Ximen Piaoxue, right? You are a shoddy and fake parallel import. Let’s see how I beat you out after I get the True Story of Dugu Qiubai! Hahaha!

Zhang Yang jumped up.