On the top of a mountain with dense forest, Yang Ningfeng sat cross-legged in the dense bush, with his hands forming cultivation seals, breathing calmly, evenly and long, and with every breath he took, the space around him would appear.
With subtle fluctuations, wisps of heaven and earth vitality seeped out, and finally followed his breathing and invaded his body.
Xiao Jin was very well-behaved, lying calmly on the big tree next to him, but his eyes were scanning everything around him from time to time. Although Yang Ningfeng did not tell him that he wanted it to protect him, Xiao Jin consciously took on the responsibility of this task very spiritually.
As long as there are people or monsters appearing nearby, it will kill them with all its strength or notify Yang Ningfeng immediately.
The quiet practice lasted for nearly two and a half hours. The windless robe on Yang Ningfeng's body slowly fell down, and the closed eyes opened with a slight trembling.
"Senior, the healing method you taught me is really miraculous. I suffered such a serious injury, and now I have fully recovered!"
He stood up, stretched his hands and feet, and then felt the vitality and energy flowing in his body like spring water. His body was restored to its original state, vaguely better than before. Yang Ningfeng couldn't help but smile, feeling in his heart
Said softly.
"Haha, it's okay." The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit smiled.
Yang Ningfeng also smiled.
Now that he is a sixth-level king-level cultivation, during the battle with the Tianhai Sect in the mountains and forests, not only was his cultivation stable, but it also allowed him to integrate what Feng Mo had learned in his life, especially the sword technique of Sweeping Fallen Leaves by the Wind and the Tyrant Dragon Fist.
With the cooperation of Jian Quan and Sword, he gained a new understanding.
call!
He let out a breath, and with a flash of his body, he flew to the top of the big tree where Xiao Jin was. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the vast Qidong Mountains.
In the forest sea, there was a general light wind blowing on the forest sea. Suddenly, the forest sea wave was nearly a kilometer long and huge trees surged in from a distance, one after another, endless, almost as big as the waves of the ocean.
There is no difference, which makes people marvel at the vastness and majesty of the power of nature.
Standing on the top of the mountain, Yang Ningfeng stared blankly at the towering trees that he had seen many times. Perhaps because of the peaceful atmosphere between heaven and earth at this moment, somewhere in his heart was quietly touched.
brush!
With a flip of his wrist, the silver sword appeared. He straightened his body slightly and stood as straight as a gun. A sharp and sharp aura quietly exuded. His face was tense. The silver sword in his hand was slowly raised, and then he raised it with a rather fierce expression.
At a slow speed, he gently chopped, lifted, swung, and swept in front of him... He was using Feng Mo's violent wind sweeping fallen leaf sword technique, but with the shaking of his palm, the speed of swinging the sword was the same as the violent wind he used before.
Sweeping fallen leaves seems different.
The Wind Sweeping Fallen Leaves sword technique is still as fast as before, and still so full of violence, but now it has a kind of coherence, integrity and perfection.
At this time, Yang Ningfeng used the Wind Sweeping Falling Leaves Sword Technique to perform one move after another, in a continuous and continuous manner. Every move of the sword coincided with the undulating trees in front of him, completely natural.
Swing the sword, keep swinging the sword.
It became smoother and smoother, and the changes in the sword technique of Sweeping Fallen Leaves by Strong Wind became more and more obvious. In the end, it began to become less and less like the sword technique of Sweeping Fallen Leaves by Strong Wind. Although there were still some shadows, the whole sword technique had already
It has undergone a sudden and big change. Strictly speaking, it is no longer just the sword technique of sweeping fallen leaves with strong wind.
The swing trajectory is connected from top to bottom, and the body of the sword is connected everywhere. When it dances, it is like the ups and downs of waves, completely natural.
Sword, hanging down, pointing diagonally.
"You actually combined your Yang family's swordsmanship, Feng Mo's wind-sweeping leaf swordsmanship, and Lu Liuxian's halberd skill? You are really a lunatic. I really don't know how you could have thought of this. What's even more amazing is that you succeeded.
! Although it is still in its infancy, its power is definitely better than Feng Mo's Wind Sweeping Fallen Leaves Sword Technique. Given time, the power of this sword technique will be achieved. Cheng Shi, even I dare not imagine.
!Haha, it seems that you are still a prodigy in sword training. Okay, very good. At this time, I will teach you the first move of the Jiuxuan God-Slaying Sword Technique... Well, I suddenly have a feeling of expectation. If I wait for you
If you learn all the Nine Mysterious God-Slaying Sword Techniques, will you be able to incorporate them into your current set of sword techniques?" When Yang Ningfeng stopped, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit finally couldn't help shouting with excitement.
"It's worthless. It's just a combination of a few sword techniques. What's there to be excited about? It's still the Wind Sweeping Falling Leaves sword technique."
Hearing the excited words of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit, Yang Ningfeng looked very calm and said calmly. But as soon as the words came out, the corner of his mouth suddenly couldn't help but evoke a smug smile, and then he couldn't control it, and laughed.
: "Haha, you shouldn't say I'm crazy, you should say I'm a genius!"
"..."
If the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit could jump out now, he would definitely beat up this stinky and pretentious guy.
Young people, don’t pretend to be cool, or you’ll be struck by lightning! Of course, if you have the ability to withstand thunder, just pretend if you like!
Suddenly, Yang Ningfeng calmed down, replaying the trajectory and arc of the silver sword just now in his mind, and then slowly swung the sword out again...
After performing a set of sword techniques, Yang Ningfeng raised a slight smile again, and then smiled and said: "Now you can teach me the first move of the Nine Mysterious God-Slaying Sword!"
"Um."
The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit said: "Now you can successfully use one sword to open nine. When you fought against the people of Tianhai Sect before, you had already mastered the immature form of this move just because I used it once. Now you can really
I'm passing it on to you, you just need to master a few more subtle skills! The name of the first move is One Sword and Nine Cuts, lest it be too late..."
Listening quietly, after the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit finished speaking, Yang Ningfeng flashed and fell into the forest again. He stood quietly with his sword, thinking about the move of "Nine cuts with one sword before it is too late" again and again in his mind.
The key points are constantly practiced and understood in the mind.
"laugh!"
Suddenly, the hand holding the sword tightened suddenly, and then he swung out the sword. A sharp sword lang suddenly surged out. Finally, the sword lang surged towards a big tree in front of him, and finally, the sword lang disappeared.
Card!
The next moment, the tree body made a subtle cracking sound, and then nine fine marks appeared on the tree body. Once the fine marks appeared, they became larger and larger, and became more and more obvious. Finally, the big tree collapsed to the side.
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"So powerful!"
Yang Ningfeng looked at the fallen tree that had been divided into several sections by his sword. He opened his mouth and felt a little confused. This was just a beginner's first use, and he had such power. Only this move was so powerful.
It's just the tip of the iceberg. If he waits for continuous training in the future, how strong can he be?
"Don't be surprised, this was the master's most proud swordsmanship back then, and the name Jianjue came from this." When Yang Ningfeng was stunned by the power of this move, the proud voice of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit slowly spoke to him.
His heart resounded: "But with your talent, you may create a sword technique more powerful than the Jiuxuan God-Slaying Sword Technique in the future. Your achievements may be even greater than those of my master. There are countless examples of people who are better than their masters."
number."
"It's better to be better than someone who is good at learning..."
Hearing this, Yang Ningfeng murmured softly, the astonishment on his face slowly faded away, and then his eyes burst with perseverance and confidence.
"What are your plans now?" the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit asked.
Yang Ningfeng pondered for a while and said: "Go find the ancient palace!"
"Is the matter between Tianhaizong and Qianxiangtang settled like this? I thought you would go to Mushan City to settle accounts with them soon... Haha, this is not like your style!" Inspiration of the Blood Tiger Sword
A little surprised.
"Forget it?" Yang Ningfeng sneered and said: "I can guarantee that as soon as I leave the Qidong Mountains, the people from Qianxiang Hall will know it immediately. I don't need to go to them then. People from Tianhai Sect and Qianxiang Hall will take the initiative.
They came to me... Of course, if they stop, then I have no objection to letting this matter go. Anyway, Xiao Jin and I are fine now, but Tianhai Sect has paid a heavy price."
"Well, that's right... That's good, it won't delay your time to go to the ancient palace." The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit nodded and said.
"Xiao Jin!"
Yang Ning raised her head and shouted.
Golden light appeared in response, and Xiao Jin swooped down from the tree and landed on Yang Ningfeng's shoulder. This guy's speed was obvious and he had a lot of skills, and he seemed to have grown a little bigger.
call out!
When Xiao Jin held on firmly, Yang Ningfeng swayed, flew up, and then flew forward...
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We flew out of the Qidong Mountains, passed through a small grassland, and entered a small forest. When we came out, we were already on a winding path. We walked quickly along the path. After walking for more than an hour, we entered a small forest.
Walk along the main road. At night, Yang Ningfeng spends the night in the woods on the roadside. He practices for a while, then refines his sword and then fights with Xiao Jin to make him more familiar with the Crystal Void Lightning Claw that he has just learned.
Practice a little.
However, Yang Ningfeng discovered that Xiao Jin actually had little interest in the Crystal Tiger Electric Spirit Claw. Although he was still a very honest practitioner and could fully understand the essence of this set of claws and exert the power of this set of claws, however,
Xiao Jin seemed to be more interested in playing with sticks. When Yang Ningfeng was practicing his sword, this guy found a wooden stick and danced randomly next to him.
"Senior, do you know any stick skills? Xiao Jin seems to like playing with sticks."
After sparring with Xiao Jin for a while, Yang Ningfeng was half-lying against a big tree. Looking at Xiao Jin who picked up the stick again and waved it, he felt moved and asked.
"I don't know how to do this," said the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit.
Yang Ningfeng was a little disappointed and could only keep this in mind.
Traveling all the way, in the early morning of the seventh day, Yang Ningfeng came to a small town named "Guxiang".
A small stream flows in front of Guxiang Town. The water is clear and the fish are dancing happily in it. Smoke from some houses in the town rises slowly into the sky, blending into the dusk that has not yet dissipated in the early morning, shrouding the small town.
The town is dense and dense.
The town is antique, and the blue bricks and stones look to be at least a thousand years old. It is called Guxiang Town, and it lives up to its name.