Once when Jiang Dali struck Linghu Chong with a powerful sword, Linghu Chong saw that the rainwater falling in the air was not affected by the force of the sword and was still flowing freely.

Then Linghu Chong used his sword to break the move. The sword light was like the autumn rain falling in the air, lingering and lingering.

You are strong and you can be strong, I have been since the gentle breeze blows on the hills and the bright moon shines on the river.

So Dali's sword was broken by Linghu Chong with the breaking sword style.

If Linghu Chong hadn't used his last move, Jiang Dali would have been stabbed through the heart with one sword.

But precisely because of this, Jiang Dali's sword threatened his arm holding the sword. Therefore, under the two threats, Linghu Chong did not want to cut off his arm, and Jiang Dali did not want to be pierced through the heart by the sword, so they both retreated.

Slow attack is also Linghu Chong's weakness.

Therefore, even if Linghu Chong can reach the state of no move like Dongfang Bubai, he is still not Dongfang Bubai's opponent. This is because Dongfang Bubai's attack speed is faster.

Facing Feng Qingyang this time, Jiang Dali learned his lesson when he used the sword again.

The force of the sword light was like an overwhelming force. Infused with the strength of the whole body, the sword energy spread densely within a three-foot radius, forming an airtight wall of swords rolling past.

With such a knife, even the autumn rain cannot penetrate.

Even if Linghu Chong was present, if he were to break with a sword that was like an autumn rain at that time, he would be torn apart by the light of the sword in an instant.

However, Feng Qingyang is not Linghu Chong.

Facing the terrifying knife that was crushing him with such force, he looked in admiration as the branch flashed out from his hand.

Just like a painter putting pen to paper, sweeping across and slashing, stabbing and slashing, the branch filled with true energy in his hand collides with the light of the slashing knife one after another.

All this sounds slow, but in fact Feng Qingyang's hand speed is shocking.

Just in a flash, what appeared in front of Jiang Dali's eyes was eight slow and fast sword lights, like long arcs of horses, passing by in front of his eyes.

Eight Lightning Swords.

The eight swords came into contact with the knife in Jiang Dali's hand.

Dang!——

The sound of intensive touching almost completely resounded.

Jiang Dali felt his palm violently shaking the tiger's mouth with severe pain. The impact of eight contradictory collisions almost caused the sword in his hand to fly out, causing the tiger's mouth to burst.

The sword intent of the Eight Paths, which is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, is more like an intangible "wind" that cannot be caught or touched. It is not blocked by the general trend, difficult to restrain, shapeless, and can break through the general trend with ease and ease.

Click!——

At that moment, wood chips suddenly flew in the air, and the branches broke into several pieces in an instant, and were instantly smashed into pieces by the sword's energy.

Feng Qingyang's figure was like a paper kite blown up by the strong wind, and he suddenly retreated, barely able to avoid several sharp cutting blades.

Chichi——

The soil on the ground was flying, weeds were broken, and a large densely cut ravine appeared in an instant, as if what was passing by was not a few daggers, but a row of knives.

Feng Qingyang suddenly fell to the ground, staggered two steps, and stared at Jiang Dali, who was frowning and holding a knife across from him in shock, and praised, "You can defeat ten levels with one force. You are truly a hero. Master Jiang, your strength is even better than Chong'er's."

When Shiri mentioned it in my ears, he was much stronger. To have such strength at such an age is really terrifying.

I’m afraid even if Dongfang is undefeated, I won’t even think about what I can do to you now.”

As he spoke, his old palms shook, and a few sawdust stuck on the skin of his palms were scattered.

Jiang Dali's brows straightened, he retracted his sword with a snap, put away his aggressive thoughts and nodded, "I have indeed made another breakthrough, but I still can't compare to your superb skills like Senior Feng. I didn't expect that you

Has it reached the realm of the legendary wooden sword that can lift a heavy weight?

If you hadn't kept improving your strength, you would have defeated me today with just a small branch.

But you are wrong, Dongfang Bubai's strength has already made great progress, and it is still difficult for me to match the tiny embroidery needle in his hand."

"oh?"

Feng Qingyang's body trembled, and his eyes were full of surprise and despair. He couldn't help but sighed and said with his hands behind his back, "The white cow is always in the white clouds, and it's the same with cows when people don't care about them. The moon shines through the white clouds, and the clouds are white, and the white clouds are bright and the moon is from the west to the east...

...Intangible form, unintentional intention, unintentional meaning, Dongfang Bubai seems to have become a martial artist.

It’s a pity that with my old and aging body, even if I try to break through, it will be difficult to achieve..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!"

Feng Qingyang had just finished speaking, but Jiang Dali was laughing wildly with a knife in his hand. His laughter was full of arrogance and arrogance, with a cold, unruly and unruly arrogance all over his body. The sound made the surrounding mountain walls rumble in response.

, making Kou Zhong and others change their colors.

"Uncle Grand Master!"

At this moment, a clear man's voice suddenly came from a rock wall on the south side.

Then there were two figures swinging down the mountain with long ropes.

"Linghu Chong?"

Jiang Dali sneered and glanced sideways, but didn't take it to heart.

Feng Qingyang frowned and asked, "Why did Jiang Village Master laugh so loudly?"

Jiang Dali smiled and said, "I laugh at you. Feng Qingyang seems to be carefree and uninhibited. The wind is light and the clouds are calm.

In fact, when you get older, you are afraid of your hands and feet, and you can't use it. Earlier I talked about this majestic mountain, but now you are the only one who can catch my eye.

Now, I have to take back this sentence.

You Feng Qingyang may have been a figure a few years ago, but the older you get, the more you can't see it. You're just a commoner, far worse than Dongfang Bubai."

This sentence was like a thunderbolt.

Kou Zhong and Duan Zhengchun were both shocked, but after being shocked, they were inexplicably happy. They secretly thought that you, Jiang Dali, are great, but sometimes you are too crazy. You belittle other seniors like this. Why shouldn't seniors fight with you?

Even though Feng Qingyang was very well-educated, she was so angry at Jiang Dali's belittling that her face turned red and her eyes slightly narrowed. She snorted and asked, "I would like to know, what does it mean to be open-minded and what is meant to be indifferent?"

Jiang Dali sneered, "The leader of this village is not a talker, but I also want you to know that you seem to be a cool and uninhibited person who chose to live in seclusion, but it was just an act of escaping from reality out of frustration and anger after being heartbroken. It is not a cool thing.

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You practiced swordplay in seclusion for many years, and you said you didn't care about the world, but you couldn't help but teach Linghu Chong the Dugu Nine Swordsmanship after many years, and just now you wanted to plead for Yue Buqun. What kind of disregard for the world is this?

In my opinion, it's just hypocrisy.

If you, Feng Qingyang, can break through this coy attitude of letting go but not being able to let go, being unable to let go and then letting go, then you will be called a ghost!"

When he said this, Jiang Dali burst out laughing, while Feng Qingyang's face turned red and her brows furrowed.

Jiang Dali's arrogant voice continued, "If I were you, I would just choose to break through, go all out, and beat the past with great force. How can I be so coy and coy that I can't be cool even if I want to be cool? Then it's useless to break through!!"

"Asshole!!"

Feng Qingyang shouted loudly, his eyebrows immediately straightened like swords, his eyes were filled with sharp edges, and he suddenly pointed his parallel fingers into swords, stabbing Jiang Dali like a ghost.

This time it was like a flying rainbow, shining directly at Jiang Dali's chest.

Jiang Dali laughed loudly. He had been prepared for it, and suddenly Yunlong grabbed it with his claws.

Roar!!!

The powerful roar transformed into the shape of a dragon's claw and grabbed it, and the air seemed to burst in an instant.

Feng Qingyang's sword finger erupted with sharp sword light, turning into a fan-shaped sword energy wave that swept across like the wings of a white crane.

boom!

In an instant, the energy collapsed, and several sword energy fell towards Jiang Dali's palm, Laogong point, Hukou point and many other acupoints.

However, Jiang Dali instantly transformed his claws into fists, and a golden energy rushed out from the edge of his fists.

clang!!--

An explosion like the ringing of a bell.

Several rays of sword energy hit the bright golden bell that exploded from Jiang Dali's fist, and exploded with a loud sound.

Feng Qingyang followed up and was about to point his ancient finger at the "Erjian Point" on the back of Jiang Dali's hand, but suddenly withdrew his body and retreated like lightning. However, he suddenly stopped moving and laughed loudly.

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"Jiangshan has talented people from generation to generation. Master Jiangzhai, you are really not a thing in the pond. Today, the old people have learned a lesson. These old people have indeed lived until they are old and have begun to miss the world. On the contrary, they are not as free and easy as they were in the early years.

, I’m really ashamed.”

"Some people don't have the courage to correct their mistakes even if they know where they are wrong. But I don't know if you, Mr. Feng, have that kind of courage?"

Jiang Dali retracted his fist and smiled thoughtfully.

Immediately he looked at Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying who were still descending the rock wall, shook his head slightly, and was too lazy to stay any longer, clasping his fists.

"Okay, Jiang has got everything he came here to get. It's time to leave, so I'll say goodbye. I hope we can still see Senior Feng in the world in the future. Otherwise, I'm afraid he will just be like Master Wuxiang.

It has become a legend that even people in the world are not sure exists."

Feng Qingyang smiled hoarsely and had no intention of stopping Jiang Dali and others from leaving. He cupped his fists and said, "If I can really break through due to Master Jiang's words in the future, I will definitely visit Black Wind Village to express my gratitude."

Jiang Dali laughed loudly but did not respond. He turned around and told Koo Zhong to leave.

Swish——
To be continued...