Comprehensive martial arts storyteller: I, a sword can open the gate of heaven

Ye Chen, who was standing on the top of the mountain, was also a little worried about Dongfang Bubai's situation.

In the scene just now, it was obvious that the old man Feng Qingyang had magnified his tricks.

I just don't know how Dongfang Invincible can withstand the current situation.

"Old Huang, help me over here to see who can win between the two of them."

Lao Huang took a sip of rice wine unhurriedly: "Young master, why are you so anxious, they are two equals, and no one can do anything to the other, even if they fight for three days and three nights, they will not be able to tell the winner."

"But Feng Qingyang made a big move just now, Dongfang Bubai seems to be at a disadvantage." Ye Chen stared at the lake below and said nervously.

"Young master, don't worry, this battle should be almost here."

As soon as Lao Huang finished speaking, the lake at the bottom of the cliff became turbulent again.

With countless water splashes falling into the lake again.

A huge semicircular shield supported by strong internal force appeared in front of Ye Chen.

Dongfang Bubai was inside the shield and was not injured.

"Senior's Dugu Nine Swords is truly unique in the world. If that's the case, then please invite Feng Qingyang to take my sword too!"

Dongfang Bubai removed the protective cover of internal force, and then made a moon shape with one hand, a waterspout emerged from under her feet out of thin air.

This waterspout lifted Dongfang Bubai's body up step by step.

Came all the way to the opposite side of Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang's expression was solemn: "I didn't expect that the most powerful thing about you is not the elusive embroidery needle, but also your accomplishments in the way of swordsmanship. I want to see if my sword-breaking style can break your sword!"

Dongfang Bubai didn't say a word, the waterspout under his feet was still crazily sucking water.

Then, with a wave of Dongfang Bubai's sleeves, the tornado under his feet rushed towards Feng Qingyang like a dragon out of the sea.

Dongfang Bubai's water sword had an astonishing momentum, sweeping away all the green plants on the left cliff along the way.

Feng Qingyang quickly reached out and pulled out a section of broken branches and leaves from the sky.

Taotao's sword energy suddenly surged out from the branch that still exuded greenness.

Then, a sword qi blatantly slashed out, splitting the water sword formed by Dongfang Bubai's waterspout in two.

In an instant, the waterspout became fragmented.

Scattered on the lake, the waves are monstrous.

Feng Qingyang's sleeve robe fluttering in the wind was wet a lot, but he was not injured.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Bubai no longer wanted to fight, turned around and walked lightly along the smooth rock wall, and soon returned to Siguo Cliff.

Feng Qingyang followed closely behind, stroking his beard with an indescribable breeze.

"What? Is this the end?"

Ye Chen, who was still worried about Dongfang Bubai just now, suddenly felt that he hadn't watched enough.

Compared with the battle between these two, the 3D blockbusters that Ye Chen had watched in his previous life were nothing!
Looking at the messy bottom of the cliff, Ye Chen really doubted that this could be achieved by manpower?

If Zhang Wuji and Dongfang Bubai showed such strength when they were in Qixia Town.

The entire town of Qixia who stepped on the horse has long been razed to the ground.

It seems that although these people in the rivers and lakes are green forests, they also know not to disturb the lives of innocent people.

Dongfang Bubai glanced at Feng Qingyang behind him: "If the fight continues, it will not be a matter of victory or defeat, but a matter of life and death. I have no enmity or grudge with him, and we haven't reached that point yet."

Feng Qingyang said a little arrogantly: "You girl is talking nonsense, old man, I only used [-]% of my strength."

Dongfang Bubai smiled and said, "Oh! Really? How about we fight again?"

Feng Qingyang couldn't help coughing twice: "Let's forget it, Huashan is beautiful, if we really want to continue fighting, in less than ten years, Huashan will never return to its previous scenery."

Dongfang Bubai held back his smile and looked in other directions, unexpectedly, the old man was quite face-saving.

Ye Chen was staring at Feng Qingyang curiously at this moment.

Before even saying a word, Dongfang Bubai and Feng Qingyang fought.

It made Ye Chen not take a good look at this legendary figure of Huashan School.

This old Feng Qingyang looks like a fairy.

His awe-inspiring temperament is not much different from that of Wudang's Zhang Zhenren.

It's a pity that this old man was too single-minded, which caused the next Huashan faction to be almost wiped out, and it was silent for decades after Yue Buqun's death.

With his kung fu, as long as he shows his face to the outside world, is the situation of Huashan School still struggling in the quagmire of Wuyue Sword School?
Seeing the young man Ye Chen staring at him, Feng Qingyang touched his face unconsciously: "Boy, old man, is there something dirty on my face? Why are you staring at me all the time?"

Ye Chen smiled: "No, no, the old man is excellent in martial arts, I am mainly attracted by your temperament."

When Feng Qingyang heard this, he immediately became arrogant: "That's right, I am the number one extant master of the Huashan School. I can't do it if I'm not very good."

Ye Chen was a little surprised, but he didn't expect Feng Qingyang to claim to be a member of the Huashan School.

"Senior Feng, the current Huashan School only has the Qizong lineage left. You, the number one master of the Huashan School, may have a bad reputation."

Feng Qingyang snorted coldly: "If it wasn't for the Qizong people who tricked me into going to the south of the Yangtze River, would there still be Qizong people in this Huashan sect?"

Speaking of this, Ye Chen felt a little regretful.

At the beginning when he read the novel "Swordsman's Proud Jianghu", he felt a little regretful in his heart.

If it wasn't for the dispute between the two sects of sword qi, which resulted in the deaths and injuries of the masters of the Huashan sect, there should be another Huashan sect among the first-class sects in the rivers and lakes.

How could it be necessary to form an alliance with the other four sects to form a Five Sacred Sword Sect in order to barely occupy the ranks of first-class sects?

"Senior, with your strength, why don't you come out to support the Huashan faction? If you are behind it, within five years, the Huashan faction will be able to break away from the Wuyue Sword faction and carry a big banner alone."

Feng Qingyang seemed very disdainful about this.

"Hmph! Let me go out to sit in the town, and he is worthy of Yue Buqun? Besides, the current Huashan sect is in charge of the Qi sect, so why should I go out? Go out and sit on the bench?"

"Besides, the old man has lived in seclusion for many years, and he has already extinguished his thoughts of fighting in the martial arts. Huashan School can do whatever it wants!"

Although Feng Qingyang said this, there was a strong sense of reluctance in his eyes.

The Huashan faction is weak, how could Feng Qingyang, who has deep feelings for the Huashan faction, not feel sad?

He just looked down on Yue Buqun.

Ye Chen has a good sense of this old man, and he doesn't want the Huashan faction to destroy Yue Buqun's hands in the end.

Then he rolled his eyes and said to Feng Qingyang: "Forget it, since Senior Feng has the heart to watch the Huashan School go to extinction step by step, it's inconvenient for me, an outsider, to say more."

"What!" Feng Qingyang shouted after hearing the words: "Boy, don't just talk nonsense because the old man feels good about you. Although the Huashan faction is weak now, it will not perish. Although I don't like Yue Buqun, But he still has some ability to govern the sect."

Ye Chen shook his head and sighed, "If Senior Feng doesn't believe me, there's nothing I can do. After all, I can't produce any evidence now."

Feng Qingyang looked at Ye Chen's very young face and asked seriously: "Boy, who are you!"

Ye Chen said neither humble nor overbearing: "Boy Qixia Town storyteller Ye Chen."

"You are Ye Chen! The one who revealed my position?"

"It's the kid."

Feng Qingyang's face was a little cloudy and uncertain.

Although he didn't go down to Huashan Mountain, he also knew from the mouth of Linghu Chong that Ye Chen, the Seven Heroes Town, was famous for all the world's affairs.

Zhang Wuji, the Demon Sect, was made so miserable by him.

If it was just like this, Feng Qingyang would not believe it.

But no one else in this world would know about the fact that I faked my death and lived in seclusion in Mount Hua back then.

But this kid just said that he lived in seclusion in Huashan Siguo Cliff.

This made Ye Chen's image in Feng Qingyang's mind somewhat mysterious.

Feng Qingyang thought for a long time.

The expression on his face was sometimes tangled, sometimes hated, and sometimes became extremely unbearable.

In the end, he looked at the place where the Huashan School sect was located and said firmly, "No, the old man is going out of the mountain!"