Zhang Yu looked at Linghu Chong and said, "Brother, do you know about the Qi Sword Fight a few years ago?"

Linghu Chong was startled when he heard Zhang Yu's words and said: "That was because a fellow sect of the Jian Sect entered the demonic path and had a disagreement with my Qi Sect. In the end, the two factions dueled on Jade Girl Peak. Our Qi Sect won and expelled the Jian Sect from the mountain gate.

Zhang Yu sighed and said: "Yes, our Qi Sect won that battle, but our Huashan Sect failed to recover and could never regain its former glory.

Linghu Chong also remained silent.

Zhang Yu suddenly smiled and said: "Brother, do you think Jian Zong and Qi Zong can't coexist?"

Linghu Chong was shocked and said: "Junior brother, you must not have such an idea. The Jian Sect is a crooked way. Naturally, I, the Qi Sect, cannot coexist with him."

Zhang Yu said again: "Brother, are you strong in internal strength or your swordsmanship?"

Linghu Chong smiled and said, "There's no comparison."

Zhang Yudao: "Haha, it's true. But I know that my internal strength is higher than yours."

"So what?" Linghu Chong said with a smile.

"Compared with your swordsmanship and mine, who is better and who is worse?"

Linghu Chong held a sword flower in his hand and said: "Haha, junior brother, your swordsmanship is naturally good, but compared to me, you are still a little behind."

"Since my internal strength is higher than yours and your swordsmanship is better than mine, then you are a sword sect."

Linghu Chong was startled, shook his head and said, "Junior brother, what you said is wrong."

Zhang Yu pulled out the long sword in his hand and said: "Brother, we have to compete to know whose swordsmanship is better." After saying this, he straightened his sword and stabbed straight.

Linghu Chong's eyes flashed as he saw Zhang Yu's sword already in front of him.

The long sword made a buzzing sound, like an iron Zen staff.

Linghu Chong tensed up and drew his sword with concentration. The brothers began to compete with each other before Si Guo Cliff.

Linghu Chong's swordsmanship is light and changeable, while Zhang Yu's swordsmanship is profound and artistic. The two fought for eighty or ninety moves without a winner.

With the rise of Linghu Chongdou, Xiyi swordsmanship has been put into use, and Zhang Yu responded with Yangwu sword.

Although Zhang Yu's Chaoyang Yiqi Sword is exquisite, the connection between the moves is never smooth and smooth.

You must know that if you finish the last move with the tip of the sword pointing up, and start the next move with the tip of the sword pointing down, it will be easy, as long as you are not afraid of Lao Yue scolding and dragging the tip of the sword down smoothly.

However, the Chaoyang Yiqi Sword is extremely exquisite, and the connection between the moves is by no means so superficial. It is often the connection of the sword's intention.

How to change from the heat of three volts to the severe cold of three nine days in an instant?

How can the desolate land of "boundless falling trees" be connected to the strong and strong character of "the pines and cypresses are known when the weather is cold"?

How can the meaning of "there is a phoenix coming to rule the earth" turn into the joy and warmth of "a house full of gold and jade"?

Therefore, even though Zhang Yu has been practicing Chaoyang Yiqi Sword for many years, he has gradually been able to use the artistic conception of each sword move freely.

However, he still had very little time to use this sword technique. The reason was precisely because he could only use one move in a flash of inspiration, but could not continue it smoothly.

Zhang Yu has been studying swordsmanship for several years, but it is his swordsmanship that has made him the most outstanding. Linghu Chong's swordsmanship is one of the best among the second-generation disciples in the entire world.

When the Xiyi Sword is deployed, it has become more and more like "big sound, big sound, but invisible elephant" style.

Zhang Yu's eyesight could not keep up with Linghu Chong's changes, so he simply gave up looking for flaws and just used the Yangwu sword technique on his own.

Zhang Yu has gradually realized that the key to developing my swordsmanship is to "endure without giving in and retreat without avoiding".

Linghu Chong tried to attack with his long sword, but Zhang Yu blocked all of them three feet away from him. In this way, they fought for more than a hundred moves.

Linghu Chong was surprised to find that Zhang Yu's Yangwu sword technique, even if it was only defensive but not offensive, seemed to contain the intention of counterattack in the sword moves.

Linghu Chong also cultivated my swordsmanship, but this swordsmanship focused more on defense than offense, so it was not favored by him.

His swordsmanship had never been practiced to a high level. Linghu Chong praised him as "good swordsmanship" and raised the sword faster.

Just hearing the sound of metal clashing, Linghu Chong compressed Zhang Yu's sword within three feet of his body.

Zhang Yu's mind was filled with emptiness, and the sword intention of every move of Yangwu Sword was the same.

Therefore, when he uses this sword technique, it is often as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water.

After fighting for a while, Zhang Yu's heart moved, and he mobilized his inner strength. The sword technique changed, and the sound of the long sword was made, but it was an iron wire sword.

Linghu Chong saw Zhang Yu's swordsmanship change and stab at him, so he blocked Zhang Yu's long sword with his hand sword.

I saw the two swords intersecting, making a harsh collision sound. The long sword in Linghu Chong's hand was actually swung away.

Zhang Yu followed up the impact of the long sword with another straight thrust.

This time it was faster than the last time. Before Linghu Chong could return his sword, Zhang Yu's long sword was placed on Linghu Chong's neck.

Linghu Chong shook his head and said: "Junior brother has such profound internal strength and wonderful swordsmanship. I lost."

Zhang Yudao: "Master brother, little brother, I can't defeat you. I really can't defeat your swordsmanship, so I made this move."

Linghu Chong said: "If you lose, you lose. Junior brother, there is no need to say anything more."

"Junior brother, it seems that Qi Bong is better." Linghu Chong said with a slightly wry smile.

"But it's like this. Internal strength is the foundation and swordsmanship is the last. No matter how good your swordsmanship is, you must have good internal strength." Zhang Yu said.

Zhang Yu continued: "In fact, internal strength is like a person's heart, and swordsmanship is like a person's limbs. The deeper the internal strength, the better the heart, and the longer a person will live. Low internal strength means that the heart is not good, and it is easy to get sick.

A high level of swordsmanship means that a person's hands and feet are sensitive; a low level of swordsmanship means that a person's hands and feet are defective.

It’s just that people can still live without limbs, but if they don’t have a heart, they will definitely die. In this way, the battle between Qi and Swords is really a joke.”

"Not bad, junior brother's insights are really insightful." Linghu Chong praised.

"Two little kids dare to comment on the pros and cons of swordsmanship before they have even mastered it." Just when the two brothers were talking happily, a cold voice came.

Linghu Chong was surprised: "Who?"

The two of them looked left and right, and suddenly saw a figure in front of them flicker, and an old man in gray clothes had appeared in front of them.

Zhang Yu looked carefully and saw that the man's face was as golden as paper and had a sick look. His heart moved, and he knew that this must be Feng Qingyang.

Linghu Chong took a step forward, pulled out the sword in his hand and asked, "Who are you? Why do you appear in the back of my Huashan Sect?"

The man ignored him and turned to Zhang Yu and asked: "The swordsmanship of the Jianzong is so exquisite that even without profound internal strength, it can still subdue you. Do you believe it or not?"

Zhang Yu thought to himself: "Of course I believe it. Your Dugu Nine Swords can defeat the weak with the strong."

Zhang Yu just rolled his eyes a few times and then said: "Senior, who is it? There is such a swordsmanship in the world. Please forgive me for being ignorant."

The man in gray said coldly: "If you haven't seen it, you won't believe it, so let me compare it with you."

"Senior, you are not bullying me." Zhang Yu said.

"Why did I bully you?" The man in gray still said coldly.

"Senior, you have great skills, but this junior can't compare with you. Even if a senior competes with a junior in sword competition, and wins, it doesn't prove that the senior's swordsmanship can defeat the strong with the weak." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

The man said with a stiff face: "Then tell me how to compare?"

Zhang Yu's face straightened up and he said: "Since we want to show that the weak can defeat the strong with swordsmanship, we need someone with lower internal strength than me.

Senior, you see, my senior brother's internal strength is lower than mine, so why not leave your sword skills to my senior brother?

Let my senior brother compete with me. If I lose, it will prove that my senior's swordsmanship is superb. If I win, it will prove that my senior is bragging."

The man in gray clothes was startled, then smiled faintly and said, "Little monkey, you don't want to deceive me about your sword skills."

Zhang Yu saw that Feng Qingyang had revealed his thoughts, but still said seriously: "Senior, do you agree or not?"

"I quite like that boy. Well, I promise you." Feng Qingyang said with a smile. After saying that, he ordered Hu Chong: "Boy and I go into the cave."
Chapter completed!