Chapter 101

Xia Qingqing felt that he was pinched by song Qingshu behind his back. In response, he quickly told fengqingyang about yuan Chengzhi.

Seeing that Feng Qingyang was silent, Mu Renqing also said: "little martial uncle, Chengzhi is the best descendant of our sword sect. I spent my whole life and pinned the hope of reviving the sword Sect on him, but he died in the hands of Dongfang unbeaten."

Feng Qingyang said doubtfully, "I have observed yuan Chengzhi in secret. His martial arts are no longer under the guidance of the leader of the sun moon god cult. How could Dongfang Bubai kill him so easily?"

"His speed is too fast," Xia Qingqing quickly told Feng Qingyang of the information he got. "According to the reflection of master Fang Zheng who came back that day, the speed of Dongfang unbeaten has exceeded the limit of human beings. Brother yuan lost the opportunity at the beginning, so..." Xia Qingqing couldn't speak any more, covered her mouth and stood there sobbing silently.

On Siguo cliff, many young disciples saw a pretty and romantic young woman standing there with pear blossom and rain, long skirt blowing on the ground, clothes with wind, a small white flower beside the temples, petals trembling slightly with the breeze... I can't help but look crazy.

"Brother song was also at the scene that day. You can ask him about the specific situation." Xia Qingqing wiped away her tears and pointed to song Qingshu.

"Zuo lengchan is nothing," Feng Qingyang looked at Song Qingshu with doubts. "It's said that you defeated the Chongxu Taoist with one sword at the Jade Emperor's top on that day?"

"Boy, it's just a fluke." Song Qingshu seems a little embarrassed.

"I've seen the sword technique of Chong Xu," Feng Qingyang said with a negative hand. "It's continuous, and there are very few flaws. It can be regarded as the first-class sword master. You can beat him with one sword. Do you have any adventures after our last fight? "

"It's just a kid's trick. If you really fight, you have to make a hundred moves to win or lose." Song Qingshu said frankly.

"Take advantage?" Feng Qingyang was stunned and suddenly realized, "I understand. You must have inspired him to defend with all his strength at the beginning. There is a great flaw in his Taiji sword that ordinary people can't see, but people who are more proficient in swordsmanship can beat him with this sword."

"The wind old just with a few words, restore the scene of the day, the boy admire." Song Qingshu looked at him in surprise.

"Don't flatter me. I'll settle with you later. You first talk about the situation of Yuan Chengzhi and Dongfang unbeaten on that day. " Feng Qingyang asked with a frown.

"Dongfang Bubai is very fast. There are no more than three people who can see him on the top of the Jade Emperor. Daxia yuan is just one of them. Nevertheless, his speed is not as fast as that of the Asia invincible. Had to rely on God to change their position constantly to avoid the attack of the East unbeaten. However, Dongfang Bubai's body method is more exquisite than his changeable spirit, and the attack comes suddenly from any angle in all directions. In desperation, great Xia yuan has to protect his whole body with Golden Snake sword technique, but this is a great waste of internal power. Under the all-round encirclement of the invincible east, the space of great Xia yuan was compressed smaller and smaller, and finally he could not avoid it... "Song Qingshu talked about the details of the first World War for the first time.

Yue buqun was so ashamed that he saw nothing but a red shadow and a golden light that day. He did not expect that song Qingshu could see the war so clearly when he was young.

"All martial arts in the world are hard, but fast." Feng Qingyang muttered to himself, "when it's almost to a certain level, the flaw in the trick is no longer a flaw. It seems that we can only use static braking..."

"Mr. Feng, it's not that I'm depressed. I've dealt with both of you. The pressure you give me is far less than that he gives me." Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, but still reminded him.

As soon as he said this, he was surprised, but Xia Qingqing was still surprised. They had seen Dongfang Bubai several times. Mu Renqing and Yue buqun were always frightened by the ghost like martial arts of Dongfang Bubai. They saw that he was not hurt after fighting with Dongfang Bubai

All of Yue buqun's disciples are even more shocked. Lin Pingzhi is glad that he can get such a world-class master to teach martial arts. However, Yue Lingshan is shocked that he is not much older than himself, but he has already been able to fight with the first master of the demon cult. He has big round eyes and doesn't know what he is thinking.

Feng Qingyang's face said: "with your lightness skill, it's not a big problem to escape from the hands of Dongfang Bubai." At the beginning, however, he suffered from this loss. He saw each other holding a person and running away from his own hands, which was regarded as a great shame by him.

"Old Feng, don't look down on people like that, OK?" Song Qingshu retorted, "I fought with him twice. The first time I lost completely, and the second time I beat him seriously and vomited blood."

Feng Qingyang, with an obvious disbelief, sneered: "last time you fought, although your martial arts were exquisite, they were miscellaneous and impure. You are still a little behind yuan Chengzhi. How could you hurt Dongfang Bubai?"

Yue buqun and Mu Renqing nodded one after another, echoing fengqingyang's judgment.

Xia Qingqing recalled the details of that night, hesitated for a moment, and opened his lips gently: "I can testify for elder brother song. After the last fight between him and Dongfang Bubai, he was seriously injured, and there was blood on Dongfang Bubai's skirt. It seems that he was also seriously injured..."

Song Qingshu said with a smile: "I've never heard of 'farewell for three days, I'll look at you with new eyes'"

Feng Qingyang's eyes narrowed and his tone was indifferent: "boy, I'd like to see where your martial arts are now." As soon as the voice fell, a gentle internal force spread, and the Huashan sect had to retreat one after another, hollowing out the field.

Song Qingshu's face was stiff, hesitated and said, "old man Feng, you have to think about it clearly. I'm sure I'll lose in the end, but I'm afraid it's not so easy for you to win. In case you get hurt accidentally, it's not so easy before the decisive battle with Dongfang unbeaten. "

Feng Qingyang light smile: "we do not need to really fight."

Song Qingshu a Leng, suddenly realized, said with a smile: "boy pedantic."

Seeing that he understood his own meaning so quickly, he looked at him with great admiration. His eyelids drooped and he stood with a negative hand. The wind on the top of the mountain was not small, but he could not move his clothes.

Song Qingshu looks a whole, Baoquan way: "please forgive the boy offended." Then he stepped forward.

Feng Qingyang's eyelids trembled for a moment, but song Qingshu was faced with the enemy and retreated two steps.

Song Qingshu was not upset when he failed. He stepped out slowly with his left foot in front of him. Feng Qingyang's right shoulder sank slightly, and the left half of his body vibrated. But song Qingshu took back his left foot with a dignified look, drew a semicircle in place, and slowly raised his right foot

On one side, Yue Lingshan thought there would be a soul stirring war. But after watching for a long time, they were still in the same place. Suddenly, they felt very bored. They came to his father's back and asked, "Dad, why don't they make moves?"

"They've done it." Yue buqun solemnly explained that both of them were far beyond their own realm. Fortunately, he was familiar with Huashan sword technique, otherwise he could not see anything strange.

After burning incense, song Qingshu took a step back and said respectfully, "I lost. I didn't know the heaven and the earth before. Today I can see the real state of my predecessors. I'm convinced."

Feng Qingyang calmly accepted his salute, turned and disappeared in the same place. A cold voice came from a distance: "on behalf of me, on the 15th of the next month, on the night of the full moon, on the top of the Forbidden City, I will surely visit the eastern leader."