"This cup of tea is a toast to you!"
As Feng Qingyang spoke, he picked up the teacup and handed it over.
His speed was very slow.
However, it had a momentum that could topple mountains.
The teacup in his hand was like a towering mountain, and the tea in the cup was like the entire sea.
The green leaf floating in the tea.
It buzzed.
It was like an incomparably sharp sword.
It cut through the sea and flattened the mountains.
He stabbed at Jiang Feng!
"Such pure sword qi!"
Jiang Feng was surprised.
This Feng Qingyang's cultivation had barely stepped into the peerless realm. In terms of strength, he was probably inferior to Hong Qigong and the others.
However, he had been in seclusion for the past twenty years.
There was no distraction in his heart.
He only sought the Sword Dao in his heart.
As a result, his attainments in the Sword Dao had already far exceeded his current realm.
The current Feng Qingyang was practically already standing at the peak of Sword Qi.
It could vaguely create a sword aura.
With the power to advance.
It was extremely profound!
At this moment, he concentrated his sword force into this cup of tea.
That green leaf was his sword.
Jiang Feng looked at the Green Leaf in the cup, and his white robe fluttered in the wind.
Her long hair danced in the wind.
He raised his hand, and his palm that was as white as jade reached for the teacup.
Boom!
The moment his fingertips touched…
The two sword Qi collided with a loud bang.
The powerful energy leaked out, causing Linghu Chong's face to turn pale.
He felt the air around him become sharp.
It was as if there were countless invisible sword qi shooting wildly.
If he was not careful, he would be dragged into it.
Hence, he retreated continuously.
Only when they left the thatched cottage did they finally heave a sigh of relief.
At this moment, the two people in the thatched cottage looked at the cup in unison.
The pale yellow tea was as smooth as a mirror.
It was as if two figures were reflected.
Jiang Feng closed his eyes.
It was as if he had fallen into the waves of the vast sea.
Feng Qingyang's white hair fluttered in the wind as he stepped on a huge wave that was tens of thousands of feet tall and charged forward with ten thousand sword lights.
The Nine Swords Beyond the Swords appeared even more exquisite in his hands.
Although it wasn't as stunning as Linghu Chong's.
However, there was more of a calm and experienced air to it.
When he stabbed his sword, Jiang Feng felt as if he couldn't block it.
It was as if no matter how he struck out with his sword, it would be easily broken by his opponent.
It was Feng Qingyang's sword aura that had affected his judgment.
Jiang Feng did not panic.
On the contrary, he was carefully comprehending the other party's sword aura.
Swordsmen cultivated by starting with sword moves and then condensing sword qi.
Only when the Sword Qi reached the Mastery Stage could one borrow the True Qi to simulate the power of heaven and earth to form the Sword Momentum.
One step further and it would be the mysterious sword intent.
When Jiang Feng observed the lightning that day, he had comprehended the second sword of the Twelve Swords of the Dark Yin. He had simulated the force of the lightning, which was actually the use of sword force.
However, that was the momentum of the Twelve Swords of the Mysterious Dark.
It was not his own Shi!
Right now, Jiang Feng was like standing outside the door. He could see and touch the threshold of Shi, but he was still one step away from it.
Now, Feng Qingyang was using Advanced Force to attack him.
It was a test, but it was also a form of guidance.
Of course, Jiang Feng would not let go of such an opportunity.
His mind sank into the waves, allowing the strong wind and waves to hit him, and the sword qi to approach him.
He was still unmoved.
Vaguely, he seemed to understand everything.
The Twelve Swords of Dark Yin started to operate automatically.
Heaven and earth only have one Dao!
The sword struck out, settling the sea.
The huge waves condensed, and the sea returned to calmness.
It was as if his sword was the only thing left in the world. The four seas and eight wastelands had to obey his Dao.
Heavenly Thunder Guiding My Sword!
The lightning struck towards Feng Qingyang in the sea, instantly obliterating the sword radiance on his body.
In his mind, Jiang Feng's figure floated up.
He grabbed at the air and the lightning turned into a sword in his hand that tore the sky apart.
With another grab, the Eternal Sea Wave turned into a sword and split the surface of the sea.
He raised his hand and grabbed it, turning it into a sword that pierced through Feng Qingyang's body!
At that moment, Jiang Feng's mind was clear.
In his eyes, everything in the world could become a sword in his hand!
That was already an extremely profound realm.
No sword was better than a sword.
At the very least, one had to comprehend sword intent to be able to achieve it.
With Jiang Feng's current strength, he was still far from being able to touch it.
Thus, with just a flash of spiritual light, he was forced back by a huge force.
He opened his eyes.
The green leaf in the cup had already sunk.
Feng Qingyang smiled as he retracted his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
"Thank you so much!"
Jiang Feng cupped his hands, raised his head, and finished the tea in his cup.
Then, he put down the teacup.
He stood up.
Without saying anything, he walked out of the door.
The clash with Feng Qingyang's sword qi had given him a lot of insight, although he did not directly condense his own sword aura.
However, by chance, he managed to touch the third sword of the Twelve Swords of Mysterious Yin.
All Things Become My Sword!
It turned everything in the world into a single sword.
Jiang Feng had obtained this precious bit of inspiration, so he had to quickly go back and digest it.
"Senior Brother, I'll send you off!"
When Linghu Chong saw him walk out, he quickly went forward to send Jiang Feng back.
However, just as she took two steps, she was stopped by Feng Qingyang in the room.
"Chong-er, build me a new straw hut.”
"Build a new hut?"
Linghu Chong was stunned for a moment. Wasn't this straw hut perfectly fine? Why did he have to build a new one?
Just as he was thinking about this.
Suddenly, there was a rumble.
A terrifying sword qi exploded.
The entire straw hut exploded and then collapsed.
Feng Qingyang walked out of the ruins with disheveled hair. His body was covered in grass, but he did not care. He just hugged the teapot in his hand, looking like it was a treasure…
The fifth chapter.
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