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The Bixie Swordplay was named Bixie, which meant that when the sword was brandished, all evil would be repelled. However, from Ye Xuan's point of view, it was better to call it Sinister Swordplay than Bixie Swordplay. This was because this set of swordplay, be it sword moves or body movements, were very different from ordinary moves.
When Ye Xuan suddenly disappeared in front of Feng Qingyang, Feng Qingyang was slightly stunned. When he felt the cold sword intent coming from behind him, his expression changed slightly. Without even looking, the long sword in his hand turned in an arc and swung behind him in a mysterious trajectory. At the same time, his footwork changed and he quickly left the spot.
Clang!
The long swords collided with each other and sparks flew in the dark night. As Feng Qingyang was forced to counterattack, he felt a huge force coming from the long sword in his hand, causing the hand that was holding the sword to tremble slightly.
Feeling that there was no longer an attack behind him, Feng Qingyang stopped and turned around. Looking at Ye Xuan who stopped not far away, a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes. "The new generation excels the old. Your swordplay is exquisite, I admire you! I didn't expect that after living in seclusion here for dozens of years, the Devil Cult would have someone like you. Although I live in seclusion, I have heard that the Devil Cult had a new leader in recent years. Could it be that you are the leader of the Devil Cult, Invincible East? "
Listening to Feng Qingyang's presumptuous speculation, Ye Xuan smiled and shook his head, "I have never said that I am a member of the Devil Cult."
"Huh?!" Feng Qingyang was stunned, "You are not a member of the Devil Cult? Then how did you know the secret of my Huashan Sect? "
"If you don't want people to know, then don't do it. Back then, the Mount Hua Sect schemed to lure the Ten Elders of the Devil Cult and trapped them to death. The Five Great Mountain Sword Sect participated in this matter. The historical records of the sect have more or less recorded it. As long as you have the intention, how difficult would it be to find out about this matter? "Ye Xuan said with a faint smile.
"Could it be that you're a member of the Five Mountain Sword Sect?" Feng Qingyang's brows raised as he carefully sized up Ye Xuan, and he seemed to want to see through Ye Xuan's identity.
"No!" Ye Xuan denied it directly. "Sir, do you still want to fight? If you don't want to fight, then I'll leave! "
"As long as you leave behind the things in your arms, you can leave at any time. I will not stop you!" Feng Qingyang looked at Ye Xuan.
"What if I don't want to leave it behind?" Ye Xuan raised his eyebrows.
"Since I asked you to stay, you can't leave!" Feng Qingyang waved the longsword in his hand and his eyes were filled with confidence.
"Then let's see what I'm capable of!" Feng Qingyang's confident appearance aroused Ye Xuan's battle intent. As soon as he finished speaking, he fiercely stomped his feet and pressed forward like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he was a meter away from Feng Qingyang, and then his longsword pierced out like a bolt of lightning, directly piercing towards the center of Feng Qingyang's brows.
This sword strike didn't have any fancy moves, it was only fast, fast like a thunderclap.
Before the sword had even reached his body, Feng Qingyang felt a faint piercing pain on the skin between his brows. He knew that if he hesitated for even a moment, this sword would pierce through his head and take his life.
In the time it took for a spark to fly off of a flint. The longsword in Feng Qingyang's hand spun, and the longsword seemed to let out a light cry. The tip of the sword drew a circle in the air and wrapped around the longsword that was piercing towards him.
The longsword was wrapped around. Ye Xuan felt as if the longsword in his hand was wrapped around by several layers of iron chains. The more he wanted to move forward, the greater the resistance from the body of the sword. Looking at Feng Qingyang's sword technique. Ye Xuan suddenly thought of the Wudang Sect's Tai Chi Winding Force.
The Solitary Nine Swords was known to break through all the martial arts in the world, so naturally, it was impossible to defend against it. Ye Xuan felt the longsword in his hand being drawn to the side by a huge force. Feng Qingyang's longsword swiped and directly attacked Ye Xuan's Danzhong Acupoint.
As soon as Feng Qingyang's longsword left, Ye Xuan felt the force disappear. However, Feng Qingyang's longsword was only a few inches away from his body. Ye Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and with a strange twist of his waist, the longsword in his hand hooked towards Feng Qingyang's wrist that was holding the sword like a poisonous snake.
If Feng Qingyang was determined to kill Ye Xuan even if he had to cripple an arm, then he would naturally not care about Ye Xuan's sword. However, would Feng Qingyang do that? Obviously not. Not to mention that there was no deep hatred between the two of them, even if Ye Xuan was really a member of the Devil Cult, Feng Qingyang would not use such a method of harming the enemy while harming himself.
Sure enough, just as the longsword was about to pierce into Ye Xuan's Danzhong Acupoint by an inch, Feng Qingyang turned his wrist and swung his longsword to block Ye Xuan's blade.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! — —
The more the two of them fought, the more anxious they became. Every move between their sword techniques was extremely dangerous. If one was slightly careless, it was possible that one would be killed in a single strike. A series of metal clashing sounds echoed in the cave. Sparks flew from the two's longswords as they clashed. The two of them moved extremely fast in the cave, leaving behind traces of afterimages in the dark night.
In less than twenty breaths of time, the two of them had exchanged nearly eighty moves, and the longswords in their hands had clashed dozens of times. One of them had a profound inner force, while the other had a godly strength that ordinary people would find difficult to match. Every time their longswords clashed, it was a heavy burden on the longswords in their hands.
However, the only difference was that although the longsword in Feng Qingyang's hand was not a divine weapon, it was still an incomparably sharp treasured sword. Coupled with the support of true energy, even though the longsword had suffered dozens of dents during the clash, it was still incomparably sturdy. On the other hand, the longsword in Ye Xuan's hand was only an ordinary longsword made of fine iron. Furthermore, it did not have the protection of true energy. At this moment, not only were there dozens of dents on the blade of the sword, the body of the sword was also covered in densely packed cracks.
Suddenly, Feng Qingyang moved his body sideways to avoid Ye Xuan's incoming sword strike. At the same time, his right hand jerked, and the longsword in his hand counterattacked. The tip of his sword pierced the body of Ye Xuan's sword.
Clang!
The longsword let out a sorrowful cry, and in an instant, Ye Xuan's sword body collapsed, turning into pieces of broken iron that fell to the ground, leaving only the sword hilt in his hand.
When Feng Qingyang saw that the longsword in Ye Xuan's hand had shattered, he could have stabbed forward with his sword and taken Ye Xuan's life with one strike. However, Feng Qingyang turned the longsword in his hand, and with a flash, he retreated.
Ye Xuan looked at the sword hilt in his hand and the broken iron on the ground, the corner of his mouth raised into a bitter smile, he threw the sword hilt away, clapped his hands, looked at Feng Qingyang who was standing not far away, and said with a calm expression: "That sword just now, why didn't you stab down?"
Seeing that although Ye Xuan did not have a sword in his hand, his expression was calm and unafraid, Feng Qingyang secretly praised in his heart. He did not know who had trained such an expert, and was a little envious in his heart. He was already old, but he did not have a true successor.
The two of them had fought for so long, Feng Qingyang also felt a sense of sympathy for Ye Xuan, and felt that Ye Xuan was a talent, so he could not bear to kill him. "This old man has no enmity with you, and today's fight is just to keep the rubbing in your arms, not to take your life."
Hearing Feng Qingyang's words, Ye Xuan had some respect for him, but Ye Xuan did not want to fight with the rubbing in his hand. With a smile that was not a smile, he said: "If I insist on not handing it over, will you not take my life?"
Seeing that Ye Xuan still refused to hand over the rubbing, Feng Qingyang frowned and said, "Why are you so insistent on taking away the martial arts on this wall? In my opinion, your martial arts are already considered rare in this world. These martial arts on the wall may not even be considered as icing on the cake for you. It seems that they are completely useless to you, right?"
Ye Xuan smiled and said, "Then why did you insist that I leave this rubbing? With your martial arts skills, I can't do anything to you. He shouldn't care about the martial arts on it. "
Looking at the skeletons on the ground and the carvings on the wall, Feng Qingyang sighed, "I believe you also know that the martial arts on this wall were carved by the ten great elders of the Devil Sect. Not only are there the sword techniques of the Five Mountain Sword Sect and the martial arts that were lost in the past, but there are also other martial arts on the wall. What's more, the Tenth Patriarch of the Devil Cult has painstakingly come up with a way to break it before his death. If these ways were to leak out, not only would it be a disaster for the Five Mountain Sword Sect, it would also be a catastrophe for the entire Jianghu. "
After listening to Feng Qingyang. Only then did Ye Xuan understand why Feng Qingyang had come forward to stop him from taking away the rubbing. It could be said that he had put in a lot of effort.
However, no matter how noble Feng Qingyang's intentions were. Ye Xuan still would not hand over the rubbing in his hand. He shook his head and said, "Although I admire what you have done, please forgive me for not handing over the rubbing in my hand."
"Do you really want to be stubborn?" Seeing Ye Xuan repeatedly refuse, Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with anger.
Seeing the anger on Feng Qingyang's face, Ye Xuan smiled faintly, "If you really want me to hand over the rubbing, it's not impossible. As long as you win, I will leave the rubbing."
"Have you forgotten that if I hadn't withdrawn my sword just now, I'm afraid you would have been a dead soul under my sword." Feng Qingyang looked at Ye Xuan and said with a smile.
"That's hard to say!" Looking at the broken sword on the ground, Ye Xuan slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "Just now I lost because the quality of my sword was worse than senior's. It was not that I lost. If senior hadn't withdrawn your sword just now, it would have been senior who lost."
"Arrogant!" Hearing Ye Xuan's words, even with Feng Qingyang's state of mind, anger appeared on his face. He did not expect that his kindness just now would make the other party even more arrogant. Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, "If that's the case, then let me see how you will make me admit defeat when you are unarmed."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Qingyang waved his long sword. His figure flashed and he quickly pounced towards Ye Xuan.
"Unarmed? Hehe, that might not be the case! " Seeing Feng Qingyang pouncing towards him, Ye Xuan smiled faintly. With a thought, the broken sword pieces on the ground suddenly floated in front of Ye Xuan.
"Go!" With a light shout, the dozen or so pieces of the sword turned into sharp arrows and shot towards Feng Qingyang, who was pouncing towards him.
Feng Qingyang was in the air when he suddenly saw the broken sword pieces floating up from the ground and shooting towards him. He was shocked and waved the long sword in his hand, displaying the "Arrow Breaking Force" of the Solitary Nine Swords.
The long sword in his hand seemed to have transformed into dozens of swords. Every single one of them accurately hit the flying broken sword pieces. In an instant, a series of clanging sounds rang out and all of the flying swords were knocked away.
Sweeping away the obstacles in front of him, Feng Qingyang circulated the true energy in his body. He raised the long sword in his hand and continued to stab towards Ye Xuan.
But just as he was about to move again, the sound of something piercing through the air suddenly came from behind him. Feng Qingyang did not have the time to check what was happening. His figure shrunk and the long sword in his hand danced, forming an impenetrable defense behind him.
Clang clang clang clang clang!!! — —
The long sword in his hand vibrated continuously and a series of metal clashing sounds rang out. Feng Qingyang turned around and in an instant, his eyes revealed a look of shock.
In front of him, countless broken swords were strangely flying in the air. The broken swords seemed to be controlled by invisible hands as they attacked his body like sharp arrows.
Every attack from the broken swords was like a sharp arrow shot from a crossbow. Against this kind of attack, Feng Qingyang had to use his full strength every time. He displayed the "Arrow Breaking Force" with all his strength and his entire body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of sword light. It was truly dazzling.
Ye Xuan used his special ability to control the dozens of broken swords to attack Feng Qingyang while watching him display the "Arrow Breaking Force" to block all the attacks. In his heart, he was extremely impressed by Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship. It seemed that Feng Qingyang did not use his full strength when he fought with him just now. If he had fought with him in this state before, he might not even be able to take fifty moves from him before being defeated. He would not be able to last until his own sword was broken.
It seemed that the Nine Swords Beyond the Swords could not be compared to the Evil Warding Sword Manual. Perhaps it had long surpassed the scope of an A-rank secret manual and reached the S-rank secret manual. In the entire "The Smiling, Proud and Arrogant", perhaps only the "Sunflower Manual" in Dongfang Bubai's hands could be compared to it.
Unfortunately, the only person who understood the Nine Swords Beyond the Swords was Feng Qingyang. With Feng Qingyang's personality, it was naturally impossible for him to teach the Nine Swords Beyond the Swords to Ye Xuan. Since Feng Qingyang did not want to teach him and Ye Xuan did not want to force him, it could only be said that he was not fated with the Nine Swords Beyond the Swords.
The Nine Swords Beyond the Swords were peerless and Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship was superb. Ye Xuan controlled the broken swords to attack Feng Qingyang several hundred times but Feng Qingyang was able to completely defend against them. However, although he was able to defend against Ye Xuan's attacks, such a high-intensity defense lasted for nearly a hundred breaths. Even though Feng Qingyang's inner force was deep, the True Qi in his body was like snow meeting the blazing sun. It was being consumed at an extremely fast speed and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead and temples.
However, although Feng Qingyang believed that he could still defend for a period of time, the long sword in his hand finally could not withstand the thousands of collisions. With a bang, the body of the sword exploded.
Without the long sword, Feng Qingyang's mortal body felt that he could not block the dozens of broken swords in front of him. He sighed and felt that he might die here tonight. Facing the sharp broken swords that pounced towards him, he simply did not dodge. He directly closed his eyes and calmly prepared to die.
"Senior, I have offended you tonight. I will take this rubbing with me. However, Senior, you can rest assured that these martial arts will definitely not fall into the hands of Jianghu."
Feng Qingyang, who had originally closed his eyes and prepared to die, did not wait for the incoming broken swords. Instead, he heard a voice beside his ear. When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was the only one left in the cave.
Looking at the empty cave, Feng Qingyang raised his head to look at the carvings on the wall and the corpses on the ground. Finally, he looked at the entrance of the tunnel and let out a long sigh. He thought to himself, "I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse for such a monster to appear in Jianghu!"
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