At this time, the people in the distance let out a long breath.
"I should thank you."
Ming Feizhen stood three feet away from Jia Yunfeng and took a deep breath, as if enjoying the atmosphere of this moment, showing a nostalgic smile.
"You give me the feeling that you are really fighting. In the past few years, you are not the strongest opponent I have ever met, but this is the first time I feel like I am actually fighting. It feels really good."
Jia Yunfeng's sure-kill sword failed to kill Ming Feizhen, but he wasn't very angry. He has made great progress in cultivation today, and he has long ignored the victory or defeat within a single move. No matter how strong Ming Fei is, he is only stronger than him before, but compared to himself now. He didn't feel like he had a reason to lose to him.
Chapter 58 The long sword is self-interested, and the fog covers the crazy sky
Jia Yunfeng sneered and said: "Your Excellency said to let ten moves, but almost gave up your life. With my many subordinates, do you think you still have a chance of winning? I really don't understand, what relationship do you have with the emperor, you should ignore it like this? Everything to save him."
Ming Feizhen glanced at the emperor and joked: "Because he is a good emperor. Maybe not the best, but there are always some misfortunes in life, you have to learn to bear it."
"You don't need to talk about it. If you want to save the emperor, ask the Tianwaifeng in Jiamou's hands!"
"Wrong, all wrong."
Ming Fei really shook his head, and his long snow-like hair also swayed. Snow-white as a gleam, reflected in the dark night, it showed an inexplicable brilliance.
"Although your action to change the sky is harmful to the country and society, it is none of my business. If you are not crazy, maybe I will save the emperor, but I will not come to fight with you."
Jia Yunfeng frowned slightly: "What does this mean?"
"Thirteen years ago, my master and I were entrusted by the head of Huashan, that is, your teacher. I want to wake up a lost young man. He firmly believes that this youth association is the future hope of Huashan faction."
"… "
"At that time, I was worried. I just taught that person a lesson, and I felt that the request was completed. But this is not the case. The young man seemed to have lost his way, but there was still a demon in his heart. Up to now, it is still the same."
Ming Feizhen's eyes swept across Jia Yunfeng's excited look because of his great martial arts.
"Jia Yunfeng, your expression is exactly the same as it was thirteen years ago. You are indulged in the pursuit of strength and cannot extricate yourself. You have failed your master's hard work."
"You hide-and-seek! How dare you speak out!"
Tianwaifeng slashed in the air, and a blue light galloped like cold electricity, splitting the wind and snow between the two.
Jia Yunfeng shouted: "My master is old-fashioned and old-fashioned, and has been mediocre all his life. If it weren't for me, Jia Yunfeng, the Huashan Sect would not have what it is today! After today, the Huashan Sect will be sealed because of my work from the Dragon, just like your Daluo Mountain. !"
"What's wrong with Xiaoao Mountain Forest? How can your master be inferior to you? You are busy, and you are a lackey of the killing alliance with the respect of the dignified faction. Is this the prestige?"
"Bullshit!" Jia Yunfeng's eyes narrowed, his eyes filled with murderous aura, "Joining the Killing League is just a means for me to improve my swordsmanship. You are no longer my opponent, so don't bother me with these words. If you want Jia to spare you Don't kill, just wishful thinking."
"I said, you were wrong. All wrong."
The eyes under the bronze mask shone with a magma-like glow of hell, which did not look like something in the world.
"Thirteen years have passed, and you have not changed at all. You can sacrifice everything for yourself. You look down on your master, but you are far less clear than him. In the past thirteen years, you have stumbled, been the leader, the killer, and the To be the eagle dog of the Orange King. It seems that you have done a lot of things, but you are confused. Your martial arts have improved, and you have killed more people. But you are still the hairy child who did not grow up. For your so-called improvement, you sacrificed yourself A precious thing that a lifetime can't make up for."
"Shut up." Jia Yunfeng was furious, and the sword pointed out that it was not true, "Go on, someone Jia will protect you from blood splattering for five steps."
"Your master is right about one thing. Your talent is really good. If you can be born and leave this place today, I promise you, Jia Yunfeng, in the history of swordsmanship in the future."
Jia Yunfeng smiled coldly: "According to what you mean, someone Jia can't be born out of this place today?"
Mingfei really didn't speak, but the silence seemed to outline a mocking smile. Default to this statement.
Ming Feizhen stood there and hooked Jia Yunfeng.
"Pretend."
As soon as the voice fell, Jia Yunfeng moved his body, and the whole person suddenly swooped down like a falcon. The force of this sword is extremely fast, like a feather arrow coming to smash the ghost. This move is a variant of Huashan's entry-level swordsmanship, Yuntai Qingshi Jiujue. Teach him to change his mind temporarily, but he is domineering.
When the sword was in the middle of it, he shouted: "Look at the sword!" But the intention of the surprise attack could not be more obvious.
Jia Yunfeng was very satisfied with this move. He and Ming Fei are really ten moves, and the improvement of his cultivation is really incomparable. He now stabs him casually, or swipes unintentionally, and his inner strength, body technique, technique, and eyesight all cooperate seamlessly and just right. It is already the style of a generation of master craftsmen.
The long sword is like a strong arrow, and the sound of breaking through the sky has already been made. Coupled with the suddenness of the tricks, it is even more difficult to guard against.
However, this powerful arrow missed its target.
Mingfei didn't really move, but the long sword missed his body by a tiny margin.
Not only Jia Yunfeng, but even Princess Hongzhuang, the emperor and other onlookers were inexplicable. In addition to surprise, there is an unexpected sense of absurdity in his eyes. This type of swordsmanship, which uses the sword as the arrow, is called the shooting style. The first task of any sword practicing this move is to ensure that it is accurate. Although the shooting styles of different schools and schools under the heaven are not the same, this standard word is listed in the outline. Therefore, those who dare to use this trick to fight the enemy have practiced it thousands of times to ensure that the hands and eyes are one. It's harder to hit crooked than hit.
The head of Jia Yunfeng's faction, Huashan swordsmanship is famous all over the world. Ming Fei is really such a big man, how could he still miss his shot? There really isn't a second adjective for this other than ridiculous. It was like watching a sharp shooter who pierced through Yang at a hundred paces and shot an apple that was placed in front of him, it was incredible.
Jia Yunfeng was very annoyed in his heart, and when he turned back, another move fell into the sky.
Ming Feizhen slightly tilted one side of his neck, Tian Waifeng lost his head, and stabbed straight at his side again, still empty. Jia Yunfeng snorted, dragged his sword back to fly, the sword light flashed back, and shuttled back in front of Ming Feizhen. Not seeing how Ming Feizhen dodged, he tilted his head slightly, and the sword swung in the air.
Jia Yunfeng's whole body is like falling into an ice cellar. Even if outsiders don't know it, he knows the feeling.
He was all too familiar with this scene. This has been his nightmare for thirteen years, but he doesn't want it to happen again now that he has made great progress in martial arts.
Although he was panicking in his heart, he still used a wonderful skill in his hand. The divine sharp edge was as bright as snow, and when he threw it out, it was a white light of practice. But no matter how clever his moves were, Ming Feizhen was always able to dodge his swordsmanship by a tiny margin.
"I said, you were wrong."
"Shut up!"
Jia Yunfeng continued to use the sword technique he used just now, but it still couldn't work. He was sure that his martial arts had not regressed, but he didn't know how to do it, but it was useless.
Jia Yunfeng was flustered because this situation was so unusual. The most critical point is that his qi induction also completely failed. From just now, Jia Yunfeng couldn't detect Mingfei's real movements. He didn't seem to move, but even if he didn't move at all, it shouldn't be. Jia Yunfeng's qi induction shrouded Ming Feizhen, as if he saw a human-shaped stone or wood, there was no qi pulse at all.
There seems to be something in Ming Feizhen that refuses to be detected and recognized. There seemed to be a mist drifting over him. The fog of the past reappeared. The distance he thought he had caught up was pulled away again.
Chapter 59
The wind and snow gradually stopped.
Thick black clouds covered the sky, and finally a bright moonlight pierced through it with difficulty, and gradually more light pierced through the darkness. The moonlight slowly filled the earth.
The square outside the imperial study seemed to be immersed in a layer of dim spring water, and it looked like a dream.
Under the bright moon, Jia Yunfeng once again felt what it means to be blinded after many years. He clearly looked at Ming Fei really close in front of him, but the scene in front of him seemed to lie. His sword pierced over, but it couldn't pierce him at all. Every attack Jia Yunfeng made was easily dodged by Ming Feizhen. Jia Yunfeng felt very strange, as if he was fighting a non-existent person.
Gradually, Jia Yunfeng's freewheeling state disappeared. He could no longer feel the radiance of his brilliance with every sword strike. His swordsmanship became frantic, and after getting out of alignment, it became more frantic, and it gradually became disorganized. As if a person was drunk and playing crazy in the open space, he was desperately waving the Tianwaifeng.
Jia Yunfeng... Once again, I can't see it anymore.
Can't see each other's figure.
Can't see where the other party is.
He originally thought that he had reached that place. He originally thought that today would be the most important day of his life.