Feng Qingyang Imparts His Skills at Night

Feng Qingyang's sword was not merely fast; it also sealed off nearly all of Dongfang Bubai's possible variations.

Whether Dongfang Bubai used a saber, sword, spear, palm strike, or hidden weapon, every weakness in any technique produced by the human body was sealed shut as the sword continuously closed in on him inch by inch.

The sword even seemed to have grown a pair of [qi eyes]. Even invisible qi channels were struck at their vital points by the trembling tip of the blade.

This was the Nine Swords of Dugu.

Attack without defense, anticipate the enemy, strike where they least expected.

The Arrow Breaking Style countered every sort of hidden weapon technique under heaven;

The Palm Breaking Style countered all fist, kick, finger, and palm techniques;

The Rope Breaking Style countered flexible weapons;

The Whip Breaking Style countered short weapons;

The Spear Breaking Style countered long weapons;

The Qi Breaking Style targeted qi itself;

The General Formula Style encompassed all the body's possible movements. It was both a means of defeating enemies and the master formula for applying the sword art.

At that moment, Dongfang Bubai felt like prey caught in a spiderweb, unable to break free no matter what he did.

But he was not an insect.

He was a bird.

The sword tips collided, force crushing force!

The sword in Feng Qingyang's hand shattered inch by inch. Dongfang Bubai could have used his superior speed and Lightness Skill to close in, yet he instead flew backward.

He wrapped himself in the scarlet carpet, along with a thick piece of cart shaft.

Before Feng Qingyang could figure out what Dongfang Bubai intended to do, Ning Zhongze had just leaped into the circle of swords, ready to join the battle, when a massive glider had already taken shape in