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"This sword technique is called Qingfeng Thirteen Styles. Although the name is vulgar, the sword technique has no breath of fireworks. When it is activated, it is really like a wisp of fresh wind, coming without a trace, and the momentum is ethereal. Even the top masters in the world are hard to grasp their actions."

The seven major sects in the martial arts world are as famous as the world. Shaolin and Wudang are certainly in the status of Mount Tai, and Kunlun, Diancang, Emei, Hainan, and Huashan sects also have their own strengths and are not necessarily inferior. Therefore, the seven major sects respect each other and never violate each other.

However, when it comes to the great swordsmanship, no matter which sect or sect, they will never dare to compete with Huashan, because the Huashan Sect has this set of Qingfeng Thirteen Styles.

Although Wang Dong had never seen the exquisiteness of this sword technique, he could use one sword technique to surpass the world's sword technique, which made the six major sects such as Shaolin, Wudang, and Kunlun dare not compete. I think this sword technique is really wonderful, and the magic is probably still above Dugu Nine Swords.

Xue Bing frowned slightly, thought for a moment, shook her head and said, "I have never heard of this sword technique before."

"It's not surprising that Miss Xue has never heard of it. As far as I know, this swordsmanship has been extinct in the martial arts world for at least forty or fifty years."

Wang Dong had already investigated the seven major schools in the contemporary martial arts world. The thirteen styles of Qingfeng are wonderful and are truly a rare famous piece in swordsmanship in history. Even if he carries a variety of high-quality swordsmanship, if he really needs to study them carefully, I am afraid that no swordsmanship can compare to the profoundness of the thirteen styles of Qingfeng.

Of course, swordsmanship is just a "skill". Art is dead, but humans live. Even the profound and sophisticated swordsmanship depends on who will use it. Just like a top swordsman like Ximen Chuxue and Ye Gucheng, a casual swordsman, is better than more than 90% of the exquisite sword techniques in the world. Even if ordinary people use a sword to make a flower, they cannot beat them with a light wave.

However, this cannot deny the mystery of Qingfeng Thirteen Styles. It is impossible for Wang Dong to say that he is not interested in this swordsmanship.

Unfortunately, after investigation, I found that Qingfeng Thirteen Styles had long been lost. Now the Huashan Sect’s sword technique has been replaced by a sword technique called Taiyue Three God Swords.

Based on time, it should be that Hua Zhenzhen took over the Huashan Portal. I believe that some changes have occurred during this period, which made the Qingfeng Thirteenth Style lost.

This made Wang Dong quite puzzled. Although Hua Zhenzhen was young, she was a rare woman in the martial arts world. She had already won the true teachings of Huashan's fourth-generation leader, the stingy fairy Hua Qiongfeng. Even if she could not surpass the world's martial arts, she would never be much worse than Chu Liuxiang, the famous thief Chu Liuxiang at that time.

Xue Bing looked thoughtful and said strangely: "Since these thirteen styles of Qingfeng are so great, the Huashan Sect must be cherished by everyone, so how could it be lost?"

"This is what I want to know." Wang Dong sighed regretfully. He said, "I heard that the thirteen styles of Qingfeng are of lofty artistic conception, and the sword is even more light and peaceful, without any scent of fireworks! The person who practices this sword technique stabs it with one sword, which is obviously a killer move, but it looks like it is a breeze. Ordinary people even think that their opponent is bowing to him, drinking and serving tea, so they often lose their lives without realizing it."

He said it simply, but in fact he had already revealed the essence of Qingfeng Thirteen Styles. Xue Bing thought intently, and couldn't help but look moved and asked, "How is this Qingfeng Thirteen Styles compared to the three sword techniques of Xuanmen?"

Wang Dong smiled and said, "If the thirteenth stance of Qingfeng is not lost, I am afraid that the three sword techniques of Xuanmen will be reduced by one level."

The so-called three sword techniques of Xuanmen are the Wudang Liangyi Divine Sword, the Kunlun School’s Nine Flying Dragon Techniques, and the 7749-handed Return Fengwu Liu Sword by Gu Daoren Bashan.

Xue Bing nodded.

Wang Dong said again: "I also know a sword technique of thirteen styles. This set of sword techniques is just the same as Qingfeng thirteen styles. However, the person who practices this sword technique is actually a genius who shocked the past and the present. On this basis, he has deduced two changes after the thirteen styles, especially the fifteenth change. He has already explored the peak of the sword momentum change and integrated the spirit into one. The flying immortal from the sky of Baiyun City Lord may be called the "god" in the moves, but compared with this fifteenth change, I am afraid it is a witch."

Xue Bing was moved. The swordsman of Baiyun City was so high that he had become an extraordinary saint. In recent years, he has been known as the world's number one master. There are people in the world who are so high that even Baiyun City Lord is beyond the reach. She was a little unbelievable and said, "There are such people in the world?"

"Some." Wang Dong nodded.

"Who is it?" Xue Bing asked again.

Wang Dong smiled, "Even if I say his name, Miss Xue must have never heard of it. Since that's the case, why bother to say more?"

Seeing that he had no intention of answering, Xue Bing frowned slightly and said, "Since you don't want to say it, why bother mentioning it?"

She snorted in anger, her eyes fluttered, changing the topic, "I heard Lu Xiaofeng mention it, you seem to have given him a knife?"

Wang Dong smiled and said, "It seems that there is such a thing. Unfortunately, this knife is like the thousands of swords that Lu Xiaofeng has faced in the past, and is clamped by his two fingers."

"It's such a pity." Xue Bing smiled and said, "Why don't you put in extra force? Maybe you use a little more force, and those two annoying fingers will be cut off."

"I think so, but Lu Xiaofeng is afraid that he will no longer give me a chance." Wang Dong said.

Xue Bing's eyes flashed and she said, "I heard that the knife you used is very famous and amazing. It seems that it was Xiao Li Feidao, who was famous in the world in the past?"

Wang Dong laughed, turned his head to look at Xue Bing, and chuckled, "I thought Miss Xue was going to ask something, but in fact there was no need to test it like this. If you really want to know something, you don't have to beat around the bush and just ask me."

"I asked directly, you will say it?" Xue Bing said.

Wang Dong smiled slightly: "What should be said will naturally be said."

This was like nonsense. Xue Bing bit her lip and felt that the man was laughing so disgustingly, but she saw Wang Dong take out a knife from his sleeve, which was only three or four inches long, but just a knife made of ordinary iron.

Wang Dong looked at the knife and said softly: "Although this knife is very famous, it is actually nothing extraordinary. In the past, Li Xunhuan was undefeated with this small flying knife and became famous all over the world. To this day, countless stories are still passed down, but for him, this may not be a good thing. If everything could be done, I am afraid that Xiao Li Tanhua would rather be just a scholar without any power, and would never learn this true Li flying knife."

The story of Li Tanhua has been passed down to this day. There are many legends that have become the most moving in the world, attracting countless young people to rush into the world one after another. Of course, Xue Bing has not heard of it, but it was a deed nearly a hundred years ago, and the deeds passed down are very vague. But Wang Dong said softly, but he seemed to be very familiar with Li Xunhuan's life. Xue Bing was surprised and couldn't help asking: "Are you really the descendant of Li Tanhua?"

"I'm not!"

Wang shook his head and said lightly.

Xue Bing wanted to ask again, Wang Dong had already stepped onto the deck. At this time, the ship had passed through the river and entered the sea. The world was wide open. A fast ship was coming from afar, and there seemed to be a sing and laughter on the fast ship.

Before a moment, the Clipper passed by the big ship where Wang Dong was, but saw seven or eight young girls standing on the Clippers, each of them full of energy, wearing swords and swords, and they were obviously young men from the world, sprinkling songs from the ship.

This scene reminded Wang Dong of Ding Xuan!

After parting with Ding Xuan, it has been about two years. I don’t know what Ding Xuan’s situation is? At the time, he and Ding Xuan had to find their place to go. He stayed in Suiyang County, while Ding Xuan went to Jinzhou, hoping to use Liu Yeqing’s relationship to worship in the Burning Moon Valley...

"When I return to the main world this time, it's time to calculate the total accounts with the Yin family and the Heisha Sect."

Wang Dong thought to himself.

He used to be powerless, but now with his martial arts, he can definitely be called the top ranks in Dingzhou, and is enough to compete with major forces such as the Yin family and the Heisha Sect.

"What are you thinking?" Xue Bing said curiously as Wang Dong looked thoughtful.

"Nothing." Wang shook his head, turned his head to look at Xue Bing, and smiled and said, "Miss Xue, how about I teach you a song?"

"Hmm?" Xue Bing was obviously stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Okay!"

A moment later, Xue Bing's crisp and pleasant singing sounded on the boat, and the song was filled with endless free and comfortableness. It was the song "The flowers are so fragrant".

ps:  (Don’t test the time interval problem in Gu Long’s novels….)
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