In the martial arts training ground, Yang Le and Feng Qingyang stood opposite each other. Everyone in the hall and the disciples who came from Huashan after hearing the news stood around to give the two people enough space.

"Xiao Linzi, give your sword to Old Man Feng!" Seeing Feng Qingyang's empty hands, Yang Le called, and then said to him: "What I want is a real battle."

Feng Qingyang took the sword handed over by Lin Pingzi and looked at Yang Le who looked the same as his successor Linghu Chong. He couldn't help but admire in his heart that at his age, he was still an ordinary person who caused trouble in Huashan.

Disciple, the person in front of me is so young yet he has already reached such a high level of attainments in martial arts.

Seeing Feng Qingyang taking the sword, Yang Le smiled slightly. He was afraid that if he didn't use the sword, he would be very sorry. He weighed the stolen sword in his hand, then closed his eyes, and his breathing was as steady as if he was sleeping.

It was as quiet as dead water.

Feng Qingyang kept staring at Yang Le and his sword, paying attention to his every move and deducing his next move.

Everyone stared at the two people standing opposite each other with breathless concentration. There was no compelling evil aura or sword aura, but only silence.

Suddenly, Yang Le's eyes widened suddenly, and he drew his sword in an instant. The sword thrust out was not the lightning-fast sword that everyone imagined, but a very slow sword.

When Yang Le drew his sword, Feng Qingyang's eyes also flashed. Yang Le's sword was also beyond his expectation, but he also thrust out a sword.

The two of them were moving towards each other. When the two were close to each other, Feng Qingyang felt a kind of joy. He knew that this was Yang Le's realization of using emotion to control the sword. The sword of joy could compete with him.

A sword struck with joy, a sword struck as he pleased, made him, who was obsessed with the sword, extremely happy.

The swords thrust out by the two men did not hit each other. Before the swords touched each other, Yang Le immediately changed his moves, yu! With the first move, Yang Le knew that he was at a disadvantage. After all, he only realized it today, and the opponent had already established his foothold.

Realm. But he was full of desire to defeat him, so he changed his moves and wielded a sword full of desire.

Feng Qingyang also saw and felt it. He also changed his moves and became no slower than Yang Le, or even faster.

Yang Le felt various emotions in his heart that he had never felt before, and he changed his moves according to his own heart.

Yang Le makes moves as he pleases, Feng Qingyang breaks them as he pleases, both of them change according to their wishes.

The two of them could change their moves and break them at the snap of their fingers. There was only one person in the field who could clearly see the situation between the two of them.

Dongfang girl looked at Yang Le worriedly. She knew that his level was still not as good as Feng Qingyang's. If it was a comparison of body skills and internal strength, Yang Le would still have a chance, but what he was competing with was swords. The moves between masters could change in an instant.

It was extremely dangerous, she had fought against Feng Qingyang, and she believed that the outcome of the fight with Feng Qingyang was even between them.

"Bah!" When the Dongfang girl was worried, Feng Qingyang cut Yang Le's clothes with a sword. If he hadn't immediately taken a step forward, the sword would have been enough to hurt him.

Angry! Yang Le, who was hit for the first time since the fight, was angry. He moved in an instant and swung the fastest sword since the fight.

"Bang bang bang..." Feng Qingyang also used his speed to control the speed. In the flash of lightning, the two people shot away towards each other, leaving a trail of afterimages on the spot. They exchanged moves and exchanged moves.

Several rounds.

"Bang!" The two of them collided with each other, retreating like lightning, and kept colliding with each other in the blink of an eye.

"Huh!" The two separated again, and Feng Qingyang gasped, and a corner of his sleeve was cut.

Yang Le actually suffered three sword wounds on his body, but they were all minor injuries. Now he is competing with Feng Qingyang in sword competition. He is indeed unable to compete with him, but he still has Lingbo Weibu, which can hurt him.

This is Feng Qingyang's limit. He has not even mastered all martial arts, just because he wants to compete with swords.

Seeing Feng Qingyang take a breath, Yang Le said leisurely: "Old man Feng, although you are very old, you will not die all of a sudden!"

Just as Feng Qingyang was about to reply, he saw Yang Le suddenly coming towards him, and thought to himself: "Fell into a trap!"

After all, Yang Le is still Yang Le. Yang Le doesn't play by common sense and does whatever he wants. Even if he longs to compete with swords, he still can't change his arbitrary character. It is also this arbitrary character that makes him Suixin.

The so-called swordsmanship.

Since Feng Qingyang understood this kind of swordsmanship during the fight, he did not think Yang Le was despicable, but felt that he was sincere. When he saw his attack, he did not panic when he attacked, and he struck first.

Yang Le curled his lips. This time he did not change his moves, but used his left hand to strike out with the Shaoze Sword. "The Six Meridians Divine Sword is also a sword," Yang Le said in her heart.

This move made Feng Qingyang's eyesight suddenly light up, and he immediately changed his move to the Qi-Breaking Style!

"Bah, bah, bah..." The two of them knew clearly that the confrontation just now was just a prelude. But this time the confrontation was the real climax. Both of them used an even faster speed than before, so fast that everyone seemed to be watching.

It looked like two lightning bolts crisscrossing each other.

It's over! This was the thought in Feng Qingyang's heart. He caught Yang Le's flaw, because after all, his swordsmanship was not yet complete, and he could still reach that level after all.

There is no way to avoid it! This is what Yang Le thinks in his heart, but so what, if there is no way to avoid it, then there is no way to avoid it. A trace of madness flashed in his eyes, and instead of avoiding it, he went to meet it.

Feng Qingyang was shocked. He didn't want to kill him with this sword. He didn't want to kill a swordsman genius who could understand a Tao at this age, but he unexpectedly came forward without his life.

"Yang Lianting!" A crisp and panicked voice sounded.

ps: This is the first time I wrote a martial arts scene, and I kind of borrowed Gu Long’s style. But it’s like: he moved, he won, and it felt so idiotic to write it.

Let me tell you, this is my first time to write a novel. I wrote it in a post. When I first wrote it, it was very casual and relaxed. The writing was also very casual and relaxed. Even when I posted it to the starting point, it was just a whim. I uploaded it casually, sometimes with typos.

I'm too lazy to change it. There are more people watching, more opinions, and more pressure. Maybe it's because I've been too busy and irritable these days, and I'm a little irritable when I write, but it's okay. No one is perfect.

Everyone has shortcomings, and being too perfect is not perfect.
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