Chapter 78

"Modern young people are really overbearing, and their intelligence is really lacking. They think that having a set of golden armor allows them to act without restraint." Feng Xian didn't take Hua Qianwu seriously at all, advancing instead of retreating, and charging towards Hua Qianwu's spear as if it were suicide.

"Looking for death." Hua Qianwu shook his spear, and the flames on it burst into a fiery dragon-like light, accelerating towards Feng Xian.

"Missed!" After Hua Qianwu thrust his spear, his pupils suddenly constricted. He clearly saw Feng Xian charging towards his spear, but when he actually thrust it, he found that Feng Xian had somehow dodged to the side and passed by him.

Feng Xian, who had no intention of using the Moke Dao, kicked Hua Qianwu in the buttocks as he passed by, sending him flying.

Hua Mingyang only reacted at this moment, swinging his knife towards Feng Xian, who was right in front of him. However, the person he was about to cut suddenly appeared on the other side, and his knife missed completely.

Slap!

Hua Mingyang was also kicked away, and Feng Xian charged into the group of knights without stopping. A graceful figure darted through the crowd, and one by one, the knights screamed and flew in all directions, falling in various postures.

The knights found that their spears, which were clearly aimed at the person, had no one to hit after they were thrust. Then they felt a pain in their buttocks, and they flew up, crashing into the walls.

Bai Cangdong realized at this moment that his "One Quarter" movement technique was really a bit disrespectful to Feng Xian's "One Half" movement technique. Feng Xian's movement technique had reached a superhuman level, being divine and unparalleled.

If Feng Xian's "One Half" movement technique was a noble white swan, then Bai Cangdong felt that his "One Quarter" movement technique was still a newly hatched wild chick, naked and without fully grown feathers, and could not be compared at all.

"How about it, brat? This is the real movement technique. I only charge 500 years of life span, which is not expensive, right?" After kicking everyone away, Hua Qianwu and the others knew they had met their match and no one dared to come forward. Feng Xian smiled and patted the dust off his clothes, saying to Bai Cangdong.

"Not expensive, not at all. It's worth it." Bai Cangdong nodded repeatedly. If he could learn such a movement technique, even a thousand years of life span would be a bargain.

"What are you waiting for? Why don't you bring your life span over? I'll teach you right away, and even give a free demonstration." Feng Xian was naturally mocking Hua Qianwu and the others; he wouldn't really teach Bai Cangdong here.

"Without life span, will you teach me for free?" Bai Cangdong's response made Feng Xian want to vomit, but fortunately, Feng Xian didn't really want to teach him.

"Is bullying juniors all you can do, Feng Xian? You really are getting more despicable as you get older." A man in white armor came forward with a sword, his brows like a sword and his lips sharp, handsome yet masculine.

The sword light spun like the wind, directly drilling towards Feng Xian's heart, the golden light dazzling.

Feng Xian's face changed, and he drew the Moke Dao with his other hand, chopping towards the sword light. The sword light and the knife light collided, but did not immediately explode. The sword light spun like a drill, while the knife light quickly cut up and down, trying to sever the sword light.

Peng!

In the end, neither the sword light nor the knife light could gain the upper hand, and they exploded simultaneously, turning into fragments of light that dissipated into the air.

"Mo Sangsheng, you're still alive?" Feng Xian sheathed his knife and said mockingly.

"If you're still alive, why wouldn't I be? If you want to bully my family's juniors, ask my sword first." Mo Sangsheng attacked again.

"If you want to play, I'll play with you. Let's see if your broken sword technique has improved." Feng Xian unsheathed his knife without hesitation.

The two did not use their full power to create sword and knife lights again, as the space in the cave was too small. If they used their full power, they would inevitably hurt others.

"Who is that person? He's so powerful." Bai Cangdong looked at Mo Sangsheng, feeling very shocked. Mo Sangsheng's sword technique was unique, and his movement technique was also very strange, not inferior to Feng Xian's "One Half" movement technique.

"Mo Sangsheng, Hua Qianwu's uncle, the strongest man in the Hua family." Feng Xian said.

"Why is the strongest man in the Hua family called Mo Sangsheng?" Bai Cangdong asked in confusion.

"Because Mo Sangsheng is not a direct descendant of the Hua family, but the son of the second concubine's ex-husband, who Hua Qianwu's grandfather married. So he is surnamed Mo. If not for this, with Mo Sangsheng's talent and martial arts, the Hua family would certainly have him as the leader, not Hua Qianwu's father."

"His sword technique is really terrifying." Bai Cangdong found Mo Sangsheng's sword technique more and more terrifying as he watched.

"Of course. In the past, the dual knives and one sword of Fenghua City were known as invincible at the same level. The dual knives referred to Uncle Seven, and the one sword referred to Mo Sangsheng. Uncle Seven and Mo Sangsheng fought seven times, with Uncle Seven winning four and Mo Sangsheng winning three. They were evenly matched."

Bai Cangdong watched the two battle, focusing on Mo Sangsheng's movement technique. His movement technique was completely different from Feng Xian's, not as bizarre and chaotic, nor particularly fast, but each step was very critical. Perhaps his continuous movement speed was not fast, but the speed of each step was extremely fast.

Watching Mo Sangsheng's movement technique, the words "Blade Step" appeared in Bai Cangdong's mind.

Mo Sangsheng's movement technique was like a viscount-level version of the Blade Step. Its subtlety naturally far exceeded the Blade Step, and it also included the use of the innate divine light, but its essence was very similar to the Blade Step.

Bai Cangdong had been watching Mo Sangsheng's movement technique all along. Because he had the foundation of the Blade Step, he could more easily see through the subtleties of Mo Sangsheng's movement technique. When deducing the way to use the innate divine light, it was much simpler than deducing the "One Half" movement technique.

However, just like imitating the "One Half" movement technique, he could not simply copy Mo Sangsheng's way of using the innate divine light. He could only use his understanding of the movement technique and then use the innate divine light, making the way to use the innate divine light more compatible with the movement technique.

This made Bai Cangdong's movement technique become a rough imitation, with the same functions but much poorer effects and completeness. It needed to be gradually improved and refined, which could not be done in a short time and required constant improvement in battle.

After watching the movement technique, Bai Cangdong became interested in Mo Sangsheng's sword technique. However, after watching for a while, he found that it was as difficult to imitate as Feng Xian's knife technique, as it inherently included a deep understanding of the use of the innate divine light, unlike the movement technique, which was primarily about movement with the innate divine light as a secondary element. A rough imitation would not be very useful.

The knife and sword clashed, and Feng Xian and Mo Sangsheng withdrew from the battle circle at the same time.

Feng Xian mocked, "Your sword technique is still so bad. Want to win me? Wait for the next life."

"I can't win you, but can you win me? At least I have juniors to pass on my martial arts. Your martial arts will probably be lost forever."

Mo Sangsheng's words made Feng Xian's face change. Mo Sangsheng's words were very malicious, implying that the Feng family had no descendants.

Feng Xian was a woman, and her life plate was already damaged. Even if her life plate was not damaged, she could not completely pass on Feng Xian's martial arts.

Feng Xian was skilled in the sword, while Feng Xian's martial arts were dual knife techniques. Using both hands in martial arts was a talent, not something everyone could master. Unfortunately, Feng Xian did not have the talent to use both hands in martial arts. Even if she tried to learn Feng Xian's martial arts, she could not reach the pinnacle, making it useless.

As for Feng Xian's movement technique, it was also not easy to pass down. A movement technique like "One Half" required not only the skills of the martial arts and the use of the innate divine light, but also psychological strategy and a personality that matched the movement technique.

Unfortunately, Feng Xian's personality did not suit the "One Half" movement technique, so the martial arts she practiced were completely different from Feng Xian's.

"Who says my martial arts will be lost? I've already found a successor, who is definitely much stronger than your useless juniors." Feng Xian gritted his teeth, speaking with each word.

"Is that so? Then let's set a date for our successors to compete and see whose dual knives are better and whose single sword is better." Mo Sangsheng raised an eyebrow.

"Fine, in twenty years, let our successors battle. I guarantee you will lose badly." Feng Xian was not stupid. He had no successor, so he set the date for twenty years, giving him time to find and train a successor, and he might not lose to Mo Sangsheng's successor.

"Twenty years? You might as well wait until we're both dead. In twenty days, I'll wait for you at the old place. If you have the guts, bring your successor. If not, don't show your face to me again and be a coward for the rest of your life." Mo Sangsheng left the ancient demon cave without waiting for Feng Xian's reaction, taking the Hua family siblings with him.

"Feng Xian, that bastard, is still as treacherous and cunning as before. He knows I have no successor but insists on embarrassing me. How can I bear this? It's driving me crazy." Feng Xian was so angry that he wanted to grind his teeth, but he had no way to deal with it. He had fought Mo Sangsheng all his life but had never been so frustrated.

"Uncle Seven, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me..." Feng Xian felt bad. The Feng family had really declined to the point of no return, and the once-first family of Fenghua City could no longer see its former glory.

"It has nothing to do with you. It's all because of Mo Sangsheng's despicable, shameless, and low-down..." Feng Xian was cursing happily when his gaze fell on Bai Cangdong, and he suddenly stopped.

"Brat, I've decided to take you as my disciple and teach you all my heavenly martial arts for free." Feng Xian smiled at Bai Cangdong.

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