"You go to the town at the foot of the mountain to wait for me." After leaving the Huashan Sect and walking on the mountain road, Lin Ye said to Lin Pingzhi beside him.

"Master?" Lin Pingzhi was slightly stunned when he heard Lin Ye's words.

"Go down the mountain and wait for me, don't forget to practice swordsmanship." Without explanation, Lin Ye said to Lin Pingzhi.

"Yes, Master." After being stunned, Lin Pingzhi nodded and then left to the bottom of the mountain.

"Feng Qingyang..." Stopped in place, and after Lin Pingzhi left, Lin Ye looked at the back mountain of the Huashan Sect and chanted softly.

In the morning, I think of passing the cliff behind Mount Hua.

Lin Ye sat cross-legged in front of the cliff, and a bright sun slowly rose in the east.

"Isn't the sun rising and falling like life rising and falling?" An old voice came from behind Lin Ye.

Silently, an old man slowly walked towards Linye, with white hair, white beard, and white clothes all over white.

"The wind in Huashan is clear!" Before he could turn his head, Lin Ye already knew who was coming.

"Lin Ye." Feng Qingyang nodded slightly.

"When did you know that I went to Mount Hua?" It was not Lin Ye who went to find Feng Qingyang, but Feng Qingyang who came to Lin Ye.

"Feng Buping." Feng Qingyang said looking at Lin Ye.

Nodding slightly, Lin Ye slowly stood up and looked at Feng Qingyang.

Just like an ordinary old man, Feng Qingyang was like a big tree in the sky.

"Where is your sword?" Lin Ye said slowly at Feng Qingyang.

"What is another sword?" Feng Qingyang said slowly with a faint smile on his face. Looking at Lin Ye.

Five simple words, one rhetorical question.

But when I heard it, Lin Ye's eyes lit up.

"Love, Tao, life!" Lin Ye stared at Feng Qingyang in a deep voice, and said with a sharp look on his eyes.

"Love is there, Tao is there, life is there, and the sword is there." Feng Qingyang's eyes suddenly lit up, and the ethereal words came into Lin Ye's ears.

This is not a sword comparison or a sword fighting, but it is even more dangerous and terrifying.

It is not a battle between swordsmanship that concerns life, but a battle between personal thoughts and swordsmanship.

It does not matter whether the strength of internal strength or the high ground of martial arts, it is just a simple battle between thoughts and swordsmanship.

"What is another sword?" Lin Ye continued to ask, looking at Feng Qingyang.

"The sword is the heart, the heart is right, and the sword is right."

"What a sword heart." Lin Ye laughed loudly at Feng Qingyang.

"I have understood this truth for ten years. If I had never thought yesterday that there would be a young man as amazing as you." Feng Qingyang looked at Lin Ye and praised sincerely.

"Let me see your swordsmanship." Lin Ye said slowly, his eyes fell and the wind lit up.

Before he could say anything, Feng Qingyang nodded slightly, then turned around and walked towards the Youjie with Lin Ye.

"I have lived in seclusion here for twenty years." Feng Qingyang said slowly with Lin Ye to a secret flash.

"Twenty years ago, I retired here and lost my sword. I used this sword in the past twenty years." In the tree hole, Feng Qingyang took out a wooden sword from it, and the well-maintained wooden sword.

At first glance, no one would have thought of getting this wooden sword, and it has been twenty years since then.

"Good sword." Looking at the wooden sword in Feng Qingyang's hand, Lin Ye's eyes shrank slightly and said in a deep voice.

This is indeed a good sword, with an ordinary wood texture, but it has become spiritual. This sword is closely related to Feng Qingyang.

The sword is in the human being, this is the code of a swordsman.

Feng Qingyang put the wooden sword into this tree hole, definitely not because he was abandoned and practiced sword skills.

But because the sword has always been by Feng Qingyang's side.

This sword will never disappear.

"It's indeed a good sword." Feng Qingyang nodded slightly when he heard Lin Ye's words.

The wind blows, the tense atmosphere and the imposing momentum.

The sword force continued to improve. Although Lin Ye and Feng Qingyang had not yet fought, they had already begun a momentum confrontation.

Invisible and silent confrontation, the branches and leaves on the treetops fell, and the moment they fell to the ground, Lin Ye's sword was unsheathed.

The cold light, the sharp blade, the sword was tightly held in the hand, and blood flowed in the blood.

Feng Qingyang seemed to see a phantom and a phantom of a sword in front of him.

His eyes were full of fanaticism, and the blood in his body was already boiling.

As a strong man, and also a strong man among swordsmen.

Feng Qingyang is extremely lonely.

Ren Woxing and Dongfang Bubai, they are naturally extremely powerful, but they are not swordsmen.

Now seeing a swordsman whose swordsman is not inferior to his own is like a drunkard seeing a pot of fine wine for Feng Qingyang.

"If I were thirteen years ago, the sword realm would be far inferior to you." Feng Qingyang suddenly looked at Lin Ye and said.

"Oh?" Lin Ye exclaimed lightly when he heard Feng Qingyang's words.

"Because what I learned, realized, and recognized thirteen years ago were all covered by a unique skill." Feng Qingyang looked at Lin Ye and said.

When Lin Ye heard Feng Qingyang's words, he knew that what he was talking about should be Dugu Nine Swords.

"During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, there was a man named Dugu. Although he was not as ethereal as the name of the Sword Immortal, his life was also extraordinary. He had been spreading across the world for decades and was unavailable." Feng Qingyang looked at Lin Ye and said slowly.

The words are calm, just like a storytelling narration, without any emotions.

But just so, Lin Ye's eyes lit up.

If Feng Qingyang's words were contemptuous, longing, admiring, and yearning, it would mean that he was not completely free from the influence of Dugu's Nine Swords, but now Lin Ye can be extremely sure that Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship is indeed free from Dugu Qiubai's swordsmanship.

"What a Feng Qingyang, it really didn't disappoint." Lin Ye smiled at Feng Qingyang and said in a deep voice.

"Let Feng look at your sword too." Feng Qingyang also stared at Lin Ye and said.

The wind blew, and the white beards flew, but the wooden sword in his hand was no less than a magical sword that made a decision.

Two long shouts, and the sword attacked at the same time.

It is just to prove the sword, just to compete for the sword, just to protect the sword.

A peak battle on the Sigu Cliff of Huashan is beginning!

The sword and the sword intertwined, the wood and steel collided, and the strong wind blew, and the strong wind swept from the center of the two fighting, like a destruction of decay.

The trees and bluestones instantly turned into ashes in the sky under the sword energy of the two.

The sword light flashed, and it seemed that there were only these two sword lights in the world.

Bright and dazzling.

With strange light, Lin Ye and Feng Qingyang only had their own swords and each other's swords in their eyes.

All things around them can no longer stop them.

The collision between swords and the movement of footsteps is like the most beautiful and gorgeous performance in the world.

The battle of kendo, the battle of kendo!

The sword's momentum is heavy and slump, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

When it is fast, it is like thunder and lightning, which is unpredictable.

When it is slow, it is like Tai Chi flowing, becoming unreasonable.

The Sigu Cliff of Huashan Mountain also changed everything around it beyond recognition due to the struggle between the leaves and the wind.
Chapter completed!