Jiang Dali couldn't help but change his expression.
"But I saw a figure flashing down between the cliffs on the west side using the most exquisite and elegant Qinggong.
Jiang Dali, who has learned the Seven Heavenly Dragon Styles, and Kou Zhong, who is very accomplished in Qinggong, find it very difficult to climb these cliffs in all directions. It is absolutely impossible to climb down them as gracefully as that man did.
But if you look closely, you will see that the man will suddenly poke out the wooden branch in his hand every twenty or thirty feet.
Every time the branch hits the rock wall obliquely, sword energy will be generated, causing a slight buffering force, allowing the air to return to the cliff and provide a buffer.
But even so, this kind of light skill, which can be used to defeat cliffs with one sword, is rare in the world in Kou Zhong's heart.
"I didn't expect that besides seniors such as Mu Renqing and Yuan Chengzhi who have been missing for many years, Huashan actually has such experts?"
Kou Zhong stared at the person coming down the mountain, then turned to look at Jiang Dali, "But now we seem to have taken a lot of treasures from the Huashan territory. This senior won't cause trouble for us, I don't know. Have you ever heard that you are black"
"shut up!"
Jiang Dali interrupted Kou Zhong with a cold snort, and said with cold eyes, "Put away your little cleverness. Smart people shouldn't just play clever tricks all day long."
Kou Zhong's expression changed slightly, he snorted in his heart but he didn't dare to say anything. He was holding back a lot of anger but couldn't let it out. He just stared at the few experts over there who had landed on the cliff, and in his heart he only looked forward to the success. It would be nice if one could make the domineering and arrogant leader of Black Wind Village make a fool of himself.
"The chivalrous bones and tenderness are buried in the sea, and the sword energy of Huashan is in the cold autumn I must be the old Mr. Feng Qingyang."
Jiang Dali looked at the tall white-haired old man with a white beard who had climbed down the cliff over there. He slightly clasped his fists and said loudly. The loud voice came out far away, and everyone responded, clearly and clearly.
The old man's robes were fluttering down the cliff, and his white hair and beard were fluttering in the wind. His tall body was like an old ape, and his slender face was energetic. He was truly an immortal, free and elegant, and lived up to his name. .
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang let out a "ha", raised his hands and clasped his fists in surprise, "I never thought that there would be a young man like you in the world who remembers the name of an old man. I'm really ashamed. I didn't ask you, but you have become famous in Huizhou recently." The leader of Black Wind Village, Master Jiang?"
Jiang Dali laughed loudly, and the sound shocked everyone, "I didn't expect that Mr. Feng, who lives in seclusion in Huashan and rarely sets foot in the world, would have heard the nickname of a junior like me?
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Now, the only one who can catch the eyes of the younger generation is the old gentleman, which is really sad. "
Kou Zhong on the side wanted to touch his forehead when he heard this, and thought to himself: Master Heifeng Village, you are really a big brother. You said in front of Feng Qingyang that there is no one in Huashan. You are not taking it too seriously and want to fight with Feng Qingyang, the elder. Fighting shoulder to shoulder? Don't bring trouble to me then, I'll just take the beating.
However, on second thought, this is not the way this person has always done things. If he were to change his straight-forward, arrogant and domineering personality, he would probably no longer be called Jiang Dali.
Feng Qingyang's clothes were fluttering, but he was not annoyed when he heard the words. He smiled and nodded, "You, a junior, are praising me, but in fact you are insinuating that the old man lives in seclusion in the mountains and ignores Huashan.
"Hehehe, since I made the oath, I have decided not to interfere with the affairs of Huashan. If you hadn't made a noise here in the past two days and disturbed my repair, I would have been too lazy to come out. "
After saying this, Feng Qingyang looked at the Demon Eagle and Shenluan on the other side, nodded and praised, "They are indeed two good birds. To be able to get such a strange beast, Master Jiangzhai, you are not a creature in the pond."
He couldn't help but look at the wide open door on the rock wall, nodded slightly and sighed, "There are so many experts in Baoshan, but I didn't expect that there is a cave left by the predecessors in the world hidden here, but I don't know who the expert left it for?"
Jiang Dali crossed his arms across his chest and smiled lightly, "This is the cave left by the former head of the Wuxiang Sect, Master Wuxiang. It's called Youluan Cave. Has Mr. Feng ever heard of such rumors?"
"The Wuxiang Zhenren of the Wuxiang Sect?"
Feng Qingyang's expression changed, and he sighed leisurely, "As time has passed, this real person has probably become an immortal. I only heard of his name when I was young. At that time, I was not a disciple of Huashan."
"Senior Feng is really good-tempered and strong-willed. He heard that there was a treasure but his expression was not moved at all. I thought he was going to fight after hearing that there was a treasure. Now it seems that he may not be able to fight. "
??Kou Zhong watched Jiang Dali and the two talking and murmured in his heart.
At this moment, Duan Zhengchun bowed his head and said, "Mr. Feng, this junior is Duan Zhengchun, the Zhennan King of the Duan family in Dali.
??The younger generation also heard his brother mention the name of Senior Huashanfeng, but he didn¡¯t expect to see him again today.The knife merges into my powerful way.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? We still need strength to support us, and only when we have strong strength can we push forward the majestic momentum of the sword.
But this is still a combination of intention and movement.
I once fought with Linghu Chong, and he almost killed me with one sword, but if he killed me, he would lose his arm, so he gave up the chance to kill me.
Today I want to see if you can break my sword, how can you break it? "
Jiang Dali's generous and slender palm suddenly grasped the long handle of the knife behind his back, his energy and spirit were extremely concentrated, and he suddenly shouted, draw the knife!
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The bright golden sword light shone like the sun in the sun.
Kou Zhong and Duan Zhengchun both shouted and couldn't help but avoid their eyes, tears streaming down their faces.
boom! !
The ground shook violently under Jiang Dali's black boots, and the bright sword light slashed out with a majestic force.
With the condensation of its essence and sword power, this sword is like the air in the entire surrounding space being solidified, turning into a crazy sweeping sword energy that envelopes everything.
It¡¯s like the arrival of spring. Countless plants begin to grow wildly and emerge from the soil. The warm current melts the ice of the rocks. Colors of purple and red compete with each other. The vibrant atmosphere is filled with countless joy and madness. It is unstoppable!
If Ba Dao's loving knife is a knife of tenderness, it is the quiet arrival of early spring, pervasive, slow but rolling, the new grass slumping with a smile, and the soft branches of the willows swaying as if in distress
Then Jiang Dali's Sentimental Sword is the real domineering sword. With a powerful sword, on the occasion of the rising sun in the angry spring, the spring breeze is mighty and the spring rain is pouring. It is arrogant and domineering to tear all the ice layers, warm all the cold currents, and break through all the ice. Firm soil, sweeps everything away!
At that moment, even Kou Zhong and Duan Zhengchun, who were not the first to bear the brunt, felt that their whole bodies and minds were suppressed and shrouded by a majestic sword intention, suppressing them to death.
Their eyes were wide-eyed, and the hairs all over their bodies stood on end, not daring to move, as if once they moved, they would be beaten into sieves by the dense sword energy that was like spring grass breaking through the frozen soil.
But Feng Qingyang was still smiling.
It¡¯s just that there is a lot of praise and exclamation in the smile, and the branches in the hands are like a painter¡¯s brush in spring, starting to spread freely
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