Seeing Gao Genming's confident look, Zhang Yu couldn't help but flash a picture in his heart: "Junior brother, your senior brother, I have completely forgotten all those harmful sword techniques."

"Getting its meaning but forgetting its form" is the state of Gao Genming at this time.

Although he completely forgot about that set of swordsmanship, he got the sword intention of that set of swordsmanship from it.

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Although the moves used by Gao Genming at this time were not in that set of sword techniques, the sword intent remained unchanged.

"Sword Sect?" Feng Qingyang could tell at a glance that Gao Genming's swordsmanship was the foundation of Sword Sect.

"I didn't expect that there are Qi Sect disciples who practice the swordsmanship of my Sword Sect. They are talented people." Feng Qingyang thought to himself.

"Cong Buqi, can you admit defeat?" Feng Qingyang said.

"Disciple admits defeat." Cong Buqi said.

"Since you admit defeat, then the Sword Sect will send the next person to play."

Cong Buqi lowered his head, walked to Cheng Buyou's side and said, "Senior brother, I have embarrassed the Sword Sect."

"You can do it yourself." Cheng Buyou said angrily.

"Junior Brother Feng, the next game depends on you."

"Yeah." Feng Buping just said yes and walked to the field with his sword.

"Your swordsmanship is good, you will become a great talent in the future." Feng Buping said to Gao Genming as soon as he came up.

"Thank you for the compliment, uncle. Disciple is still far behind." Gao Genming said.

"That's right, you are still far behind the older generation."

"Since my disciple's swordsmanship is crude, let me ask my uncle for advice."

After Gao Genming won a match, he was inevitably a little arrogant.

As soon as he finished speaking, he attacked directly with his sword.

"Hey!" A sword light lit up. Just when Gao Genming's long sword was handed out, Feng Buping took the sword and sealed it horizontally.

The two swords intersected, and there was a bang. The sword in Gao Genming's hand was knocked away by Feng Buping. Then Feng Buping pressed his sword and landed on Gao Genming's shoulder.

The joy of victory really came and went quickly. In just one round, Gao Genming was defeated by Feng Buping.

"I lost. Thank you, uncle, for your guidance." Gao Genming walked off the stage dejectedly.

"Senior brother, have you gained anything?" Zhang Yu asked Gao Genming.

"have."

"As long as there is something to gain."

Zhang Yudao: "In the second game, Senior Brother, please come and ask Uncle Feng for advice."

Linghu Chong walked to the center of the field with a smile and said, "Uncle Master's swordsmanship is so strong that I admire you. Please give me some advice."

Linghu Chong drew out the long sword from his waist, held a sword flower in his hand, and thrust the tip of the sword straight into Feng Buping.

The sword in Linghu Chong's hand was gleaming, and the sword spikes were flying up and down in the flash of sword light.

Not to mention that after seeing the move clearly, I couldn't even find the true form of the long sword. What was even more surprising was that there was no sound at all when the long sword was flying.

"To turn a blind eye is called Xi, to hear but not see is called Yi. Brother Feng, this guy is using the Xiyi sword technique of the Huashan School? It's really amazing." Master Fang Zheng said to Feng Qingyang.

"That's right, this is my Huashan's Xiyi swordsmanship." Feng Qingyang said.

In the field, the dazzling sword light attacked Feng Buping, but Feng Buping raised his sword and swung it with a solemn expression.

Suddenly a gust of sword wind blew up in the field, and this gust of sword wind went straight towards Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong's sword light was blown away by the sword wind like fallen leaves in the wind, revealing the true form of the long sword in his hand.

Then Feng Buping struck out with seven swords in a row.

As the long sword continued to thrust out, the sword wind became stronger and stronger.

Linghu Chong jumped back several feet, trying to avoid Feng Buping's sudden attack.

It's just that Feng Buping followed the sword and followed Linghu Chong closely without relaxing.

"Such deep internal strength, such fast movement. I can't fight hard. I have to defeat him with swordsmanship." Linghu Chong thought to himself.

Linghu Chong then pressed the long sword, and the sword merged into one, and stabbed Feng Buping's navel.

This is the sword-breaking style in Dugu's Nine Swords.

Feng Buping planned to defeat Linghu Chong in one go, but he didn't expect that Linghu Chong's long sword would stab him in the lower abdomen. Moreover, the sword's strike was strange, otherwise it would have pierced the enemy's body first, and then the enemy's weapon could pierce his body.

Although the distance between people is only a moment, there is no difference in sequence after all.

Feng Buping saw that although his sword could hit Linghu Chong, he would be injured first. This sword was so dangerous.

Feng Buping immediately retreated, took a breath, and immediately swung his long sword, turning into a sword curtain and attacking like wind and thunder.

Linghu Chong no longer cared about life and death, and kept thinking of the various sword techniques Feng Qingyang had taught him.

Sometimes I think of the sword moves on the stone wall of the cave behind Siguo Cliff, and sometimes I think of the sword showdown with Zhang Yuzhi.

The transition between Chenghuan and Chenghuan was agile and unrestrained. Linghu Chong and Feng Buping exchanged dozens of moves in just a moment, but their swords never touched each other.

However, the intersection between the two swords is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you will die.

.The onlookers were dazzled and cheered secretly. Linghu Chong's internal strength was greatly exhausted by dozens of consecutive attacks and he was exhausted.

For a while, Feng Buping couldn't defeat Linghu Chong in sword moves. He couldn't help but feel anxious. He struck harder and harder, hoping to use his deep inner strength to win. So whenever he couldn't resist the moves, he turned his sword into a knife and slashed hard.

Cut hard.

"The swordsmanship of Qizong is high, and the internal strength of Jianzong is strong. How is this happening? Are the Qizong and Jianzong of the Huashan sect actually reversed?" said a Taoist priest of the Taishan sect.

When Feng Buping heard this, his face turned red, and his long sword suddenly moved like a violent storm.

Feng Buping's long sword made three consecutive strokes in the shape of three and a half moons. One month, he cut Linghu Chong's right arm, the other month, he cut Linghu Chong's throat, and the next month, he cut Linghu Chong's chest and abdomen.

The Huashan sect is descended from the Quanzhen sect, which has a sword technique called "One Qi transforms the three pure beings."

Feng Buping's move was modeled after his own sword move of "One Qi Transforms Three Purities". It also has a name, called: Three Pools Reflecting the Moon.

This move was really spicy. In the critical moment, Feng Qingyang's words rang out in Linghu Chong's mind: "If you don't have any moves on your sword, the enemy will be indestructible; even with exquisite swordsmanship, you must be able to touch people."

For a time, all kinds of exquisite sword moves turned into a Huashan in Linghu Chong's mind. Linghu Chong held up the long sword with his right hand and pressed it towards Feng Buping, as if he was holding up Huashan and pressing down on Feng Buping.

The bright moon hangs high, Huashan Mountain stands tall. A vision rises in the martial arts arena.

The bright moon hit Mount Huashan, shaking Mount Huashan, but Mount Huashan still blocked the moon.

"Sword Intent, I didn't expect that these two people actually understood Sword Intent. Brother Feng, your Huashan Mountain will definitely rise." Taoist Master Chongxu said to Feng Qingyang.

"Then I'll lend you some good words." Feng Qingyang said happily.

The Taoist from the Taishan Sect said again: "The swordsmanship of this Sword Sect is nothing more than this. It is not as powerful as the swordsmanship of the Qi Sect disciples." The people beside him seemed to feel the same way.

Feng Buping heard this and thought to himself: "My Sword Sect is dominated by swordsmanship. If I lose to a junior from the Qi Sect in swordsmanship, I will never be able to walk in the world again."

Having said this, he thought to himself, "I can't hide my clumsiness now."

He looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, turned his body, walked forward diagonally, and struck with his long sword horizontally. Suddenly, a strong wind blew up. He drew the sword faster and faster, and the sound of the wind became louder and louder.

Within five or six moves, Feng Buping's long sword turned into a gust of wind.
Chapter completed!