"The nameless long sword is sharp and fierce, indestructible. Use it to compete with the heroes of Heshuo before the weak crown."

"The Ziwei soft sword was used before I was thirty years old. It accidentally injured a righteous man and was unlucky. I regretted it so much that I abandoned it in a deep valley."

"The heavy sword of black iron has no edge, it is ingenious but has no workmanship. It was wielded throughout the world before the age of forty."

"A wooden sword, after the age of forty, will no longer be stagnant in objects. Plants, trees, bamboos and stones can be used as swords. From then on, you will practice it intensively and gradually reach the point where no sword is better than a sword."

Yang Xuan shook his head and recited what Dugu Qiubai told him before, which scared Feng Qingyang. "You, you have also been to the Sword Tomb?"

Yang Xuan nodded and pursed his lips and said, "Is Dugu Qiu defeated and dead?"

"Senior Dugu has passed away."

Yang Xuan walked to the stone table and took out two glasses. Just as Tian Boguang brought wine, he filled two glasses, pointed at Feng Qingyang, and then he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Feng Qingyang frowned, walked over and picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. "Who are you to him? You are sad!!!"

"I was his friend. It's a pity~~~~ Time passed by and I thought he was just a passer-by in life. Unexpectedly, I still felt very uncomfortable when I heard the news of his death."

"My friend, please don't joke. Senior Dugu was a person from hundreds of years ago. How old are you?"

Yang Xuan ignored the others and continued to drink. "You don't understand? It was only after I competed with him to discuss Tao that I discovered that this person is amazingly talented and is definitely not something that can be found in a pool. It's a pity that he is trapped in this place and does not have the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth."

After all, they are just chess pieces."

Perhaps sensing Yang Xuan's sadness, Feng Qingyang did not ask any more questions.

After a long time, Yang Xuan had already finished drinking the two large barrels of wine, and suddenly said, "Feng Qingyang, will you practice with me?"

"Okay!" Feng Qingyang jumped up. He had been waiting for this sentence for a long time. As long as he fights, he will know immediately whether he is a human or a ghost.

Yang Xuan walked to the terrace on the edge of the cliff, and the wind blew through his long hair. Two bunches of long hair at the temples fluttered in the wind, adding a bit of ethereal color.

After taking a deep breath, he said, "I used to compete with Dugu. He held a sword. I didn't hold a weapon. You made the first move."

"At my level, it makes no difference whether I can hold a sword or not." Feng Qingyang shook his head and said.

"No, there is a difference. You are just a mortal body, and your internal strength is only average. You should just hold a sword." Yang Xuan flipped his hand and took out a sword.

He threw the sword to Feng Qingyang.

"Hey~~~~" After drawing the sword, Feng Qingyang's brows jumped wildly and he took a breath and exclaimed, "What a sword!!!"

"The name of the sword is Yitian."

Feng Qingyang touched the sword and suddenly showed a vulgar expression, "You are so generous, such a sword..."

"Stop it, who said I gave it to you and lent it to you for use? This is the Yitian Sword." Yang Xuan frowned and said, this is his beloved thing. Although it doesn't have much use, it is just like those who like anime and figurines.

Weapons are also Yang Xuan's hobby.

As a master of swordsmanship, Feng Qingyang is of course a lover of swords. In the eyes of these people in the world, Yitian Sword is equivalent to the feeling of a car lover in the main world suddenly seeing a world-class sports car.

"Then I'll do it?" Feng Qingyang did a sword show and then stabbed Yang Xuan with his sword.

An ordinary sword strike actually tore the air between the two people apart.

"Ding~~~!"

The Yitian Sword stabbed Yang Xuan's finger, but it did not stop. It slid and flipped its hand [Breaking Arrow Style] and cut towards Yang Xuan's weak ribs. Yang Xuan took a step to the left and barely escaped.

Both of them are experts, and after three or two moves, they have basically understood each other. Of course, this is just Feng Qingyang's wishful thinking.

Just when Yang Xuan wanted to pause, Feng Qingyang came up with the sword again. Are you kidding me? My hands have been itching for so many years. How can I give up for no reason when I meet such a good opponent?

All the moves of Dugu Nine Swords were used on Yang Xuan, but nothing could do anything to him. Yang Xuan was also motivated and saw how far Feng Qingyang could go.

"Come on, use all your skills and let me see how much of the stunning and scorching swordsmanship you used to have is still there." Yang Xuan stood on the spot and did not dodge.

"good!!!"

Feng Qingyang calmed down. After a few breaths, he saw a bright light flashing through his eyes. Suddenly a strong wind blew around him, and countless fallen leaves began to wither in the wind. If you look carefully, you will see almost every leaf with They all have scratches caused by sword energy.

A sword came out, pointing directly at the position of Yang Xuan's Qi Sea.

"Dang~~~~!"

The Yitian Sword pierced Yang Xuan's Qi Sea, and powerful power surged backwards.

"ah!

!!”

Suddenly, a woman's exclamation came, and a figure in green clothes fell down the cliff from the side. When Yang Xuan wanted to use telekinesis, his eyes narrowed and he suddenly changed his mind, and he jumped down the cliff.

The cliff was very high. Yang Xuan fell freely, and soon he caught up with the beautiful middle-aged woman who was falling vertically. He hugged her with both hands, turned around, and pulled on a cane.

"Ah~~~~Oh my god." The beautiful middle-aged woman hugged Yang Xuan tightly, her whole body pressed tightly against Yang Xuan's body.

"Mrs. Yue." Yang Xuan smiled.

Yang Xuan's figure has the sun behind him, with his head resting on the sun's rays, making people afraid to look directly at him.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that I saved your life." He grabbed the vine with one hand and hugged Ning Zhongze with the other. He hugged her out of habit. Suddenly, he felt a soft and slippery feeling, and instinctively Yang Xuan used his weapon.

Ning Zhong is someone who has been here before. How could she not know Yang Xuan's reaction? But now the two of them are on a cliff. If they are not careful, they will both be destroyed. After thinking about it, she couldn't help but ask, "What should we do now?"

"Well, wait, let me recover my internal strength. When I jumped down just now, I ran out of internal strength."

"Who are you, and why are you willing to sacrifice your life to save me?" Although Ning Zhongze has great martial arts skills, he has never encountered such a crisis before, and no one paid attention to it.

Yang Xuan smiled, moved closer and said, "I don't know either. I'm a man when I see you fall. I will definitely save you, by the way."

Yang Xuan actually felt depressed for a while. When Liu Zhengfeng washed his hands in the golden basin, he didn't see Ning Zhongze. Didn't he go? She looked like she didn't recognize him.

"Ah, I'm almost out of strength, please hold me tight." Yang Xuan's face was painful but actually he was happy inside. The two hugged each other tightly, their cheeks touching each other, and a mature woman rushed into Yang Xuan along with the fragrance of makeup and powder. Xuan's nose.

Because there was always something pushing against him, Ning Zhong moved instinctively within the movable range to find a way that would not be embarrassing. Unfortunately, the more friction, the more comfortable Yang Xuan became. Not long after, Yang Xuan had not done anything yet, Ning Zhong moved Zhongze was already a little out of breath.
Chapter completed!