Chapter 17: Heart Sword Integration

The fire gradually weakened, and a crescent moon broke through the clouds and hung quietly on the mountains. The silver moonlight was as hazy as a gauze and a dream.

com In addition to the whimpering sound of the stream, the valley was surprisingly quiet.

Ouyang Jue looked at the uneasy Hu and Yi and picked up a dead branch that was more than two feet long, and smiled and said, "Brother Hu, Miss Yi, thank you for your kind hospitality! But since we have met, we have to follow the rules of the world. I will use this sword to discuss with the two." The dead branch waved lightly, and the unparalleled sword energy surged out like a cold wave in the extreme, causing the air temperature within three feet to drop to freezing point. Although he was holding only the dead branches, his demeanor of the world was sincerely impressed. It was as deep as the sea, as high as the mountain, and its powerful aura soared into the sky.

Qiu Yuxin seemed not affected by his momentum, and her slender waist swung lightly behind Ouyang Jue, her unique eyes flashed like stars.

The cold air invaded people, Yi Wufeng's body trembled lightly, and her face became paler. Hu Qingpeng was both pity and angry, holding her cold little hand, transporting her true energy, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Ouyang, Miss Yi was unable to use her internal strength due to poisoning. Aren't you bullying her? You are still known as the "No. 1 swordsman in the world"!"

Ouyang Jue was not angry and nodded, "So she was indeed poisoned, so I can only ask you for advice! As long as you can take my sword, we will turn around and leave."

Hu Qingpeng gritted his teeth and said, "What if I can't handle it?" Although it's just a sword, there are only a few people in the world who can block Ouyang Jue, even if this sword is cast with a dead branch!

Ouyang Jue's eyes turned sharply and he said slowly: "If you lose, please let Elder Yi silence his sword and commit suicide! I don't want to do it myself."

Hu Qingpeng was shocked and felt that Yi Wufeng's hand was as cold as ice. He couldn't help but feel like a knife cut. He took a deep breath and said, "Since the bet is a matter between you and me, we should not involve a third party. I would like to live with one life. If I lose, I will commit suicide on the spot. I just beg Brother Ouyang to let Miss Yi go and not make things difficult for her!"

"No!" Yi Wufeng shouted without waiting for Ouyang Jue to speak, "I don't agree! Hu Qingpeng, what they want to kill is the elder of the Demon Cult, it's me! What does it have to do with you? I don't want you to die for me, I will never agree!"

Hu Qingpeng shook his head and said, "I should bear the consequences when I compete in the swordsmanship. Besides, I have made an oath. Have you forgotten? If you die in front of me, what else can I live in this world?"

Yi Wufeng stomped her feet and said, "Why are you so stubborn? As long as I die, you will still have the opportunity to be your hero again, be admired and famous all over the world, why not do it? The favor you owe me has been paid off long ago, and you don't need to sacrifice anything for me anymore. Do you understand?"

Ouyang Jue couldn't help but interrupt and said, "Stop talking, do you decide who it is?"

"It's me!" Hu Qingpeng and Yi Wufeng shouted at the same time. Hu Qingpeng sighed inwardly and said softly: "Young Master, I'm sorry!" He pointed at her, blocked seven acupoints, then took a few steps, and said to Ouyang Jue: "Brother Ouyang, I am willing to use my life to gamble on this sword, please help me!" Yi Wufeng could not move, could not speak, and looked at his generous back in a daze. Two lines of tears were like springs, gently brushing across her beautiful face. The moonlight was pale, illuminating her tears.

Qiu Yuxin felt something when she looked at this scene. The melancholy and self-pity in her eyes became thicker and the corners of her eyes became wet.

Ouyang Jue narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression in his eyes was unpredictable, and he sighed: "True love is in a very natural way, and he does not care about life and death! OK, OK! It is worthy of being a real man. I promise you."

Hu Qingpeng nodded gratefully to the other party, and his wrist moved, and the long sword jumped into his palm, and a sense of pride suddenly arose. The master always wins with momentum first, and defeats others without fighting is the highest level of martial arts. He is very clear that if he cannot completely eliminate his inner fear and exerts his sword skills beyond his level, the battle tonight will be his last battle! He must fight against this powerful opponent with a mentality of burning his boats and putting it to death. Close it gently

When he silently recited the Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita, the five aggregates were empty, the spiritual platform was like a mirror, all kinds of troubles and sorrows were thrown away, and his breathing became stable and deep. He seemed to have returned to the night of confrontation with Li Shan, let go of his spiritual consciousness, merge into the night, and integrate into nature, feeling the infinite power contained in the earth under his feet. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were calm and deep, and he seemed to be burning with fighting spirit. The sword trembled and whirled like life, making a series of regular strange sounds.

The two sword energy conflicted, and the strong wind suddenly blew up, and the bonfire was completely extinguished in an instant.

Ouyang Jue looked surprised and praised: "The heart sword is stronger when it comes to strength. When I first see something, I forget the sword realm. But I am so young again. I am really a genius who has ever met once in a century! Look carefully, this is just this sword!" The dead branch trembled slightly and stabbed it.

Hu Qingpeng stared at the dead branches that were stabbing for a moment. He could clearly see every change in the air and capture its progress. He was surprised in his heart that this sword was dull and slow, could it pierce the moving target? Could it be a false move? But he did not dare to underestimate his opponent. The soles of his feet slipped, the long sword flashed, and the dead branches in front of him were quickly cut off like thunder.

Seeing the sword accurately peeling off and about to meet the dead branches, Hu Qingpeng was overjoyed. Suddenly, a flower in front of him, the sword fell to nothing, and the shadow of the dead branches was cut! Almost at the same time, a wisp of the cold sword energy hit his face. Half a foot away, a dead branch pointed directly at his eyebrows, and it was solidly condensed in the air, as if waiting there from the beginning. Hu Qingpeng was stunned, and the cold sweat instantly soaked his vest. What's going on? Why did the interception of his life almost certainly fail? After years of hard training, he was vulnerable! He felt mixed emotions in his heart and said in a stern voice: "I'm defeated!"

Ouyang Jue said calmly: "Do you know why you can't stop my sword?"

Hu Qingpeng replied honestly: "I don't know."

Ouyang Jue suddenly retreated back to his original position and said, "I'll give you another chance. Be careful!" With a shaking casually, the dead branches suddenly turned into thousands of phantoms, making it pierced in the air at high speed, making people unable to see its true landing point. This time the moves were completely different, with the sword energy scattered and extremely sharp.

Hu Qingpeng dared not hesitate at all. Since he couldn't see the opponent's sword path clearly, he simply ignored it. The sword danced around him and spread layer by layer, protecting his vitals, and transporting the Shui Rou sword technique to the extreme. The shadow of the dead branches sank into the sword light. Hu Qingpeng suddenly felt a pain in his heart, as if he was stabbed by a needle. He looked down and saw a small hole in the clothes on his chest. He felt as if he was ashamed, and he stopped the sword force and smiled bitterly: "I am defeated again, be convinced by your sword technique!" The sword was crossed and he wanted to commit suicide.

Ouyang Jue shouted in time: "Let's go! Don't you want to know the reason for your failure?"

Hu Qingpeng was stunned and bowed respectfully and said: "I heard the truth in the morning and died in the evening! I am Lu Dun, please give me some advice from Brother Ouyang."

Ouyang Jue raised his hand and a weak energy shot out in the air, and the phoenix was in the middle of the robe. Hu Qingpeng was shocked: "This is..." Ouyang Jue said with a smile: "Don't worry, I just let her sleep for a while. Brother Hu, although you are following the path of the heart and sword, your heart and sword are separated, and you have not understood the principle of combining the two into one, and you are still too attached to everything you see with your eyes. It is important to know that after reaching a certain level of martial arts, you can use speed to create false illusions to confuse your opponent. At this time, the perception of eyes, ears, and hands is not enough. You must seek it in your own heart, your supernatural powers are natural, and the sword moves with your heart to truly master the movements and changes of your opponent. In fact, the most important thing in martial arts practice is to explore and think by yourself, which is the right way. I have to say this, I hope you will practice more in the future."

Hu Qingpeng was enlightened and murmured to himself: "Look for your own heart, your magical powers are natural, and your sword moves with your heart..." The more he chewed, the more he felt that there was a deep meaning hidden in it. He recalled the scenes of fighting, especially the fights between masters. He analyzed, compared, and pondered from another perspective, suddenly saw many mysteries that could not be seen in the past, felt the essence of swordsmanship, and felt ashamed of his past shallowness and recklessness. He had a higher understanding of himself and martial arts, as if he had pushed open a window, and his eyes were much brighter. He closed his eyes and hugged the sword casually in front of his chest, saying, "Brother Ouyang, please fire another sword!"

Ouyang Jue's eyes were bright and he said loudly: "Okay!" Suddenly he pulled up, the dead branches swayed lightly, and cut them away silently.

Although Hu Qingpeng could not see his eyes, his mind had already merged into the space around him, and he knew all the grass and trees within three feet. He felt the air flow above and the sword energy that had not been spitting changed its track, and it suddenly pierced quickly and slowly. A picture of dead branches sliding automatically appeared in his mind. With a swing of the long sword, he followed the instructions of his heart and slashed towards the empty space in front of him.

A light "Click" sound, the sword fell and the branch broke.

Hu Qingpeng opened his eyes and saw Ouyang Jue throwing away the dead branches in his hand and laughing: "Congratulations to Brother Hu, you won!" He spoke very relieved, without any frustration.

Hu Qingpeng said with a shame: "Thank you, Brother Ouyang! If it weren't for your intention to give in, how could I have succeeded easily? Besides, Brother Ouyang has given me the kindness of giving me skills, and I will never forget this friendship!"

Ouyang Jue smiled and said, "Brother Hu, the final result is that you successfully took my sword. According to our agreement, my junior sister and I will no longer harass you." He looked at Qiu Yuxin with a side look, and then said, "You and Miss Yi stayed with each other with courtesy, and the love is as deep as the sea, and life and death are inseparable. We almost misunderstood you. Fortunately, the big mistake has not been made, and you and I have a good fate. Of course, I will not be stingy with this experience in Xi Jian. When you roar in the future, remember to come to me to drink!"

Hu Qingpeng was moved and nodded vigorously and said, "It must be!"

Ouyang Jue laughed loudly, greeted Qiu Yuxin, and left with the wind. Qiu Yuxin's faint voice came from the wind: "Young Master Hu, take good care of her! I really envy you!" It gradually went away, and only the lingering sound lingered.

Hu Qingpeng secretly wondered why she was so melancholy? Aren’t she and Ouyang a lover? I saw the sleepy Yi Wufeng, and hurried over to untie her acupoints and awakened her. Yi Wufeng looked at the man in front of her and asked softly: "Are we all dead?" She remembered that before she fell into a coma, Hu Qingpeng lost twice in a row and wanted to commit suicide as agreed. However, there were no sword marks on his throat, nor any blood.

Hu Qingpeng said softly: "Don't worry, we are all alive! I won the third sword competition, so Brother Ouyang and the others left."

"Really?" Yi Wufeng asked in disbelief. Ouyang Jue's swordsmanship is really superb. He is the best in the world. Even when she is safe, she may not be able to block his three swords. In her impression, only the leader of the Demon Sect Xuanzong can compete with him.

Hu Qingpeng smiled and said, "Of course it's true! Otherwise, can I talk to you alive?"

Yi Wufeng's eyelashes trembled, and warm tears filled her eyes instantly. She rushed into Hu Qingpeng's arms, and her pink fists pounded his chest and sobbed: "Why are you so stupid? Why are you rushing to die? Do you know how scared I was just now? I am really afraid that you cut your neck with one sword. Do you know? You fool!"

Her words exploded in Hu Qingpeng's ears like thunder, shaking him both body and mind. I don't know what year it will be, but it's not like being in the world. He hesitated and opened his arms, slowly hugged the beauty's soft and boneless waist, as if he was embracing a beautiful dream, and there was an unreal feeling. Hu Qingpeng subconsciously bit his tongue, and a severe pain immediately came into his brain, murmured: "It turns out that he is not dreaming!" His heart was hot, and he couldn't help but tighten his arms...

At the dawn in the east, a ray of sunshine shone on Hu Qingpeng's face, awakening his beautiful dream. The night in the mountains was cold, and Yi Wufeng snuggled tightly in his arms and fell asleep, smiling at the corners of her lips, looking sweet and happy. Hu Qingpeng sat up carefully, lowered his head and looked at the beautiful woman's white cheeks, unable to help but feel loving and pity, gently smoothing the messy hair on her temples, and his heart was filled with a sense of happiness and tranquility. What a wonderful thing it would be if this moment could last forever!

Suddenly, the wind was moving, and one person broke into the valley facing the sun and rushed towards the sky. The sun shone brightened his red hair, like a ball of fire jumping and burning. Hu Qingpeng's nerves were tightened first and then loosened, and the person came was Chi Yan of the Demon Sect!

Chi Yan and his friends came to them and suddenly saw the two sitting in a snuggle, especially the sweet expression of the phoenix bird leaning on others. They couldn't help but stagger and almost fell down on the spot. He rubbed his eyes in shock, and finally confirmed that he had read it correctly. His face was strange, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world. He shook his head and sat down casually, and looked at Hu Qingpeng with interest.

Hu Qingpeng was also looking at the other person, and saw Chi Yan tall and majestic, hooked nose, deep eye sockets, strong and powerful face contours, and the masculine charm of a man in his eyes, especially his curly hair and loose shoulders, which made him look as majestic and powerful as a majestic lion, and he exuded a domineering aura anytime and anywhere, and his aura was forcing people. Hu Qingpeng couldn't help but sigh secretly, such a great man who looked proud of the world! No wonder he was able to stand out and was qualified to pursue the best beauty in the martial arts world. His handsome and affectionate Tang Bowen each had his own strengths.

Seeing the boy's calm expression and was not afraid of being under the pressure of his aura, Chi Yan couldn't help looking at him with admiration. However, he didn't know that Hu Qingpeng had just dealt with the number one swordsman in the world, and when he faced him again, he was naturally no problem.

At this time, Yi Wufeng gently squirmed, making a blurred murmur from her mouth, her eyes trembled, and her eyes gradually opened. She raised her head reluctantly and left Hu Qingpeng's broad chest. She suddenly moved her heart. In a blink of an eye, she happened to meet Chi Yan's eyes. She couldn't help but scream, her face was burning, and she bounced away from Hu Qingpeng's arms. She looked down at her toes, and said, "Brother, why are you here?" In just a short blink of an eye, she was so embarrassed that her back neck turned red.

Chi Yan shook his head and said teasingly: "Oh my God, is this the famous 'Iceberg Saint' among our Jiuyi tribe? He was so shy that he couldn't raise his head in front of his elder brother, and his face was flushed. It was a miracle!"

Yi Wufeng was both ashamed and angry, and stomped her feet and said angrily: "Brother, if you make fun of me again, I'm so angry!"

Chi Yan laughed loudly, raised his thumbs up at Hu Qingpeng, and praised: "Brother, you are really capable. You can actually melt the iceberg and turn my little sister into a real woman. It's amazing! But you have to be careful, there are many people who admire Xiaofeng in the Divine Cult. Once they learn that you have the most beautiful woman in the Divine Cult, you will be in great trouble!"

After a battle last night, Hu Qingpeng's determination was firmer and calmer. Hearing this, he said calmly: "The soldiers come to block the generals, and the water comes to cover the soil, why am I afraid of it!"

Chi Yan smiled and said, "Is that right?" He suddenly jumped up, his fists came out at the same time, and fell to his head like a giant axe to open a mountain.

Hu Qingpeng knew that he was testing his strength. With his heart moved, the sword suddenly came to his hand, and he swung it out without stopping, pointing to the acupoint at the opponent's elbow joint. Chi Yan shouted, "Good sword technique!" He suddenly sank his feet and fell to the ground, his fist turned into a palm, his fingers were like the wind, and he snatched into the opponent's empty gate. However, Hu Qingpeng responded quickly, and his sword light swung back, like a seal and blocked his vital parts, and did not give him a chance to take advantage of it.

The two of them were about to part and crossed. Chi Yan turned around and looked at the young opponent, with a true look of praise in his eyes and said, "Yes, since ancient times, heroes have become young people, you are qualified to protect my little sister!"

Yi Wufeng pouted and said, "Who wants him to protect me? I am the elder of the God Cult! Brother, you are so proud of him!"
Chapter completed!