Fengguixu

The wind was too late to wait with hands down. After a long time, I suddenly heard an ethereal voice, which seemed to be far away in the sky, but the words were clear and powerful, and the eardrums vibrated.

"There's no need for tea. I'm afraid I'll get sick if I drink the bastard's water on Xuanjing Peak."

Every time a word is said, the distance is much closer. The person who came here has done a lot of work, and before he finished speaking, he has already floated to the bottom of the steps.

Those who can fly flowers and pick leaves to hurt people are definitely not idle people.

The wind is not as good as secretly accumulating energy in the palm, looking at it intently.

The other party was tall and tall, with black hair half up, wearing a black robe billowing like ink clouds, embroidered with large clusters of gold-threaded peonies on the hem, and wearing a red silk that looked like fire.

This incomparably wealthy young man was looking at Feng Wugui with his hands behind his back, with a half-smile.

"Hahaha, okay, what a handsome young man with arrogance!" Feng Wugui has a good self-cultivation, and even if he is scolded face to face, he doesn't get angry, and still asks with a smile, "Since you don't drink tea, why don't you come to our school?" What are you doing?"

The man also smiled, stretched out a slender finger, pointed at his face, and asked without answering, "Can't you recognize who I am?"

Feng didn't have time to open his eyes, took a closer look, and shook his head: "Your Excellency must be lucky enough to see this face with a photographic memory. I don't recognize it, I don't recognize it."

The man raised his eyebrows, seemingly dissatisfied, and asked: "I really don't know?"

The wind is not as good as: "I really don't know."

"You didn't lie to me?"

"Why did the old man lie to you?"

The man didn't give up, and turned his face closer: "Will you take a look again?"

Impatient with the wind, he raised his sleeves: "Don't look any further!"

I thought that this person is so shameless, relying on his good looks to force everyone to recognize him.

The man sighed faintly, lowered his head and turned the ruby ​​finger in his hand, thinking about something, he raised his eyes for a moment: "Since you don't recognize me, then do it!"

Before the words fell, the true energy was surging, and the strong wind was coming.

Feng couldn't help being stunned, thinking that this person would become angry from embarrassment because others didn't recognize him, and he would attack and hurt others, it's just extremely smug!

This head-on palm seemed to be pushed lightly, but the hunting wind caused by the internal force instantly filled the sleeves of the robe. The wind was too weak to be underestimated, but he was determined to test its depth, so he stood impartially , legs slightly bent, luck took over.

After this attempt, I was horrified.

He originally only used [-]% to [-]% of his strength, but when the opponent's palm encounters resistance, he can accumulate several layers of stamina in an instant. palm!At this time, if he uses [-]% of his internal energy to counteract it, it will be like a gold stone colliding with a strong force, even if he can suppress it, both sides will suffer. What's more, the opponent's internal energy is thick and long, after the first test, it is like falling into an abyss, unfathomable.For the sake of caution, don't mess around.

In the blink of an eye, Feng couldn't make a quick decision, turned around and retreated, and split his palms at the touch of a finger.

In just an instant, he was already impressed by the young man in front of him.

The visitor sneered, and sneered, "The old man is still far behind me in terms of internal strength. Where's your sword? I'm back this time, and I just want to see you playing with your well-known breathing swordsmanship."

The wind is not as strong as the man's eyebrows, and he hummed twice: "Your Excellency wants to see, so does the old man have to show you?"

Who do you treat me as inferior to me?Are there monkeys in the street?

"Huh? You don't want to?" The man was eccentric, and there was regret in his expression, "That's really not what people wished for. I'm really curious. Is it Jiange's breathing sword that is powerful, or my Fenglai sword?" Far better."

"A sword and a phoenix come, and it's hard for a Bodhisattva." Feng Bugui's eyelids twitched heavily, his face changed slightly, "Are you Feng Yin from the Demon Sect?"

"Oh? It seems that you are very familiar with this deity's name." Feng Yin tilted her head and smiled, her teeth were rounded, her lips were bright red, and she was full of evil spirits.

Since ancient times, good and evil have been incompatible, the world is like this, and so is the rivers and lakes.

For nearly a hundred years, the Zhengdao of Wulin in the Central Plains and the Demonic Sect in Tianchi in the North have been fighting endlessly, winning and losing each other.Sikong Zhuichou, the former lord of the Demon Cult, was once ranked first in the list of top ten masters in the world. He was insidious, cunning, perverse and domineering, full of ghostly tricks, and killed Yingye.All sects and sects of the righteous way lingered for several years under the monstrous majesty, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. They assembled an army and encircled and suppressed the headquarters of the Demon Cult at the Baili Monument outside Tianchi Lake.

In that battle, the sky was shaken, the blood was flowing, more than half of the elders and elders of each faction were killed or injured, and Sikong Zhuiqiu was no match for four hands with both fists, and died in Tianchi.

After this battle, both the Righteous Way and the Devil's Cult were seriously injured, and they each recuperated. For ten years, the well water did not violate the river water, and they lived in peace.

But these pasts have nothing to do with Jiange.

Since Jiange founded the school, it has always been in a peaceful corner, and rarely participated in disputes between the rivers and lakes.

But this does not mean that Jiange shuts his eyes and listens, and is ignorant.

Feng didn't know long ago that the Demon Sect had established a new venerable master in recent years. He was young and promising, with a thunderous hand, and his eccentric personality was comparable to Sikong's pursuit of revenge. Created a set of sword techniques, named Feng Lai, one of which, Gu Feng Jie, has not been broken so far.Those who practice swords all understand the truth that it is difficult to learn swords, it is difficult to understand swords, and it is even more difficult to create swords.Such a once-in-a-thousand-year genius has become the lord of the Demon Cult, and the righteous sects are naturally panicked.

But not long after, their hearts were settled again.

Just because this venerable master is called Feng Yin, as his name suggests, he is also crazy and promiscuous.

It is rumored that he is moody, extravagant and dissipated in his daily life, he only loves sex with men and women, seeking pleasure, totally ignoring the affairs of the sect, and he has no ambition to revitalize the demon sect.

Feng couldn't wait to see this "crazy idiot", and couldn't figure it out. When did Jiange offend this evil god?

With a sigh at the moment, Xindao's battle today seems inevitable.

He turned his head and looked around, the thatched hut had been built for too long, and he was too lazy to repair it, so it was really fragile, if it collapsed during the fight, wouldn't it be a crime to crush his old cat to death?

So his figure moved slightly, and he went out of the house, leaving a sentence in the distance, the old voice was as thick as Huang Zhong Dalu: "I have come to the door for a battle, and come with the old man!"

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It was raining lightly, and there seemed to be a layer of crow-blue fog over the bamboo forest.

The wind blows through the bamboo forest, the wind is whimpering, and the bamboo waves carry a quiet rhyme.

In the ancient and forbidding world, the two were separated.Their lightness kung fu has reached perfection, and their toes are on the bendy and flexible green bamboo, but they feel like they are walking on flat ground.

They have white hair and red clothes, and their eyes are as bright as the cold stars of autumn night.

"You forgot to bring your sword when you went out." Feng Yin said suddenly.

"The old man's sword, the name of the sword is not bullying." Feng Wuji said.

Feng Yin raised her eyebrows: "Oh?"

"Since it's called not bullying, of course I don't bully the ignorant youngsters." The wind can't reach the palms down, urging his true energy, splitting leaves and folding bamboos from the air.

He held the broken bamboo strip in his hand, weighed it, and looked satisfied.

"Ignorant young man" laughed: "Could it be that the old man wants to compete with this deity with this broken bamboo?"

The wind is not as good as the beard: "Your Excellency's words are wrong. Bamboo is proud of snow and frost, open-minded and straightforward, how can you break it?"

These words were obviously to criticize Feng Yin's arrogance.

Feng Yin didn't refute, her figure swayed gently with the bamboo shoots.His lightness kung fu is not the same as that of Feng Wugui, Feng Wugui stands there with a steadfast posture, but he is floating around, like duckweed and floating clouds, as if blown by the wind.To put it nicely, this movement method is called chic and brisk, lazy and free, and to put it more concisely, it is lazy, and I can't even bear to use a little strength.

"Feng Lai's swordsmanship is so loud in the martial arts world. Why, you forgot to bring your sword when you went out today?" Feng couldn't wait to see him, but his eyes hurt from the shaking, so he simply didn't look at it.

"Your sword is called not to deceive." Feng Yin put his hands behind his back and raised his lips, "my sword is called no one to deceive. Once it is out of the sheath, it will deceive people and see blood, so this deity easily does not take it go out."

Feng Wuji: "Hmph, Your Excellency's sword has its own ideas."

Feng Yin snorted lightly: "No, my villain's sword is a murder sword, and the murder sword doesn't think about anything else, just how to kill people. It's your gentleman's sword, which thinks too much."

Facing the enemy in front of the battle, enough words have been said, any more would be too long-winded.

The wind is not as good as his left hand and made a sword art.

Feng Yin swooped up in the air, Ying Yao turned over, and pointed to a sword, rushing forward.

The red shadow is like a gust of wind outside the white clouds.Suddenly, an indescribably awe-inspiring sword aura, like an invisible mountain range, was pressed down against the wind.

The wind is not as shocking, this person has no sword in his hand, but has a grand sword aura, it can be seen that he has reached the realm of the unity of human and sword.

Not daring to underestimate the enemy at the moment, Xu Xu lightly raised the bamboo stick in his hand, with the elbow as the center, circled around.

The sword gives birth to Tao, Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to three, three gives birth to all things.

In an instant, the blue sword shadow covered the sky and the earth, and it seemed as if ten thousand swords had returned to their ancestors.

Feng Yinji retreated quickly, or made an empty stabbing move, or made a false pointing move, false and true, not true and not false, combined with the supreme lightness of the sky and seamless clothes, a little bit of cold star appeared on the fingertips.

The bamboo sword, which is not as strong as the wind, either opens wide and closes wide, with a mighty momentum, or closes lightly and swings slowly, with infinite momentum, and at the end it combines hardness and softness, making it impeccable.

In the blink of an eye, the two have fought over a thousand moves, and there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority.

When the two were fighting fiercely, suddenly there was a loud rustling, and the bamboo leaves were rustling, Feng Yin hugged her hands round, the bulging true energy overflowed from the sleeves of the robe, and the leaves condensed into arrows.

All of a sudden, seven or eight green and cold stars pierced the long wind, shooting towards the wind from all directions!

Although the wind is not as old as it is, the reaction has not diminished, and then the sword moves lightly, and the long arms dance.Just listening to the sound of "Dang Dang Dang" a few metal and stone collisions, all the bamboo leaves shot were split into two by the sword energy.

Amongst the fallen leaves, the red afterimage appeared like a ghost, still pointing at each other like swords, and still sending it out lightly.

The light in the eyes of the wind is not as good as it suddenly appeared, he raised his sword and stabbed straight, the trembling bamboo tip met the slender fingertips, each of them exerted [-]% of their internal strength.

Both bodies shook at the same time.

The hustle and bustle of the bamboo forest returned to silence for a moment, and a layer of cold murderous intent suddenly enveloped the world.

The clouds were heavy, the rain was getting heavier, and the water droplets attached to the bamboo sword were slowly falling.

Feng Yin's face was very white, and his lips were as bright as fire. He was very seductive and gorgeous. He raised the corners of his mouth little by little, and said in a slow voice: "The calamity lasts forever, the life is endless. The old man is good at swordsmanship!"

The wind is not as good as the silver beard fluttering, and he smiled back: "Move your body as you like, and the intention is to move the sword first. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, Your Excellency is indeed a dragon and a phoenix among men!"

Feng Yin: "You're welcome."

The wind is not as good as: "Be taught."

The two greeted each other politely, and then, like two mutually repulsive magnets, they both retreated and leaped vertically, each drifting away.

At this time, the sky was gloomy, and the rain was pouring like torrents, and the raindrops hit the body like whipping bone marrow.

After walking less than a mile, the smile on Feng Yin's face faded away.

He coughed lightly, closed his eyes, the rain dripped from the trembling eyelashes, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

When he opened his eyes again, a moon-white figure slowly turned out of the blurred field of vision, but it was the old man's handsome blind apprentice.

Feng Yin squinted her eyes, Xin Dao, since he suffered a lot from Feng Wuji's hands, he naturally wants to make up for it from his apprentice.At the moment, he endured the internal injury by force, raised his breath and went up.

The author has something to say: The wind is not as good as: I have never seen such a brazen person!

ps: Feng Yin actually had a relationship with Lao Feng when she was a child, but Lao Feng couldn't recognize her, after all... emmmm, she's getting older...