Second, the sea of clouds was thick and foggy, and the visibility was extremely low, and I was lucky enough to reach this canyon this time. If you are unlucky, who knows where you can go in the dense fog of the sea of clouds? This dense fog of the sea of clouds itself is full of weirdness, and the Yunmiao Mountain, where the Dawn Gate is located, is said to be the location of the earth's qi eye, and the aura is extremely rich. Therefore, the founder of the Dawn Gate, the Heavenly Sword Venerable, chose to establish a sect in Yunmiao Mountain and establish the Dawn Gate.

It is recorded in ancient books that "aura nourishes all things, and all things are psychic" In case there is something in the dense fog of the sea of clouds, Zhou Bo knows that with his own ability, there is really no way to deal with it, not to mention that there is a serious injury.

"Alas, I don't know what happened to Senior Brother, that woman, Zhang Hui, if you return to the Dawn Gate, you must look good!" Zhou Bo thought of Zhang Hui suddenly flying up on the cliff in the back mountain, and drew his sword to slash at him, and there was a wave of anger in his chest. In Zhou Bo's heart, there is no pure distinction between good and evil, but only good and bad, good and evil. He is like a blank sheet of paper with his own independent thinking, not what is written on him in ink, he has to admit that word. Instead, he would consider whether the word was correct and whether it should be written this way.

This is Zhou Bo's thinking, he only considers and looks at problems with his own thoughts that are not mixed with external factors. It is precisely because of this that he saved Nalan Qingyan, at least, Nalan Qingyan, who was born in the Demon Dao, is not as heinous as rumored. Otherwise, she would not have given up her body in front of herself at the last moment to take Zhang Hui's sword for herself.

He exhaled a faint breath of turbidity, and the Jingyun Sword behind him quickly came out, and it was a sword like lightning in his hand. With a sound of "swish", a bright peach blossom petal on the branch of a peach tree not far away, in Zhou Bo's volley sword, fluttered down slowly, and gently smashed into the extremely shallow ditch under the tree, bringing a circle of faint ripples.

"En" inadvertently took out the sword in exchange for this subtle scene, which made Zhou Bo's whole body suddenly pause, and the scene in front of him always seemed to have a special meaning that made Zhou Bo feel special, but he never knew where this feeling came from. For a moment, Zhou Bo was stunned.

That feeling of plausibility made Zhou Bo not know how to describe it. It's just that there's something that's particularly familiar, but it's also very unfamiliar. It's as if it's close enough to reach out and touch. However, it is so far away, Zhou Bo can be sure that if he has an epiphany, even if he feels that the answer he wants to find is in front of him, he still turns a blind eye.

"What the hell is ... What the hell does it feel like?" Zhou Bo muttered to himself, seriously and carefully recalling everything related to this scene, peach blossoms, water, ripples......... Little by little, scene by scene, but there is no clue all the time.

Time passes minute by minute. And that feeling of nothingness, but I can't find the slightest flaw. Let Zhou Bo turn over and over his memory, but that feeling can't go any further, what's going on, what's going on?

Zhou Bo's eyes flashed with a light of stubbornness and thought, and he walked step by step under the peach blossom tree that was in full bloom. I don't know if it's really related to peach blossoms, or the effect of psychology, Zhou Bo actually has a kind of feeling as if he is gradually approaching the realm he wants to seek, and his heart has become dull.

Bend your knees lightly and sit cross-legged slowly. Under the peach blossom tree, Zhou Bo crossed his sword to his knees and slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, his mind, his senses, his soul, as if he were persistently seeking that indescribable feeling, became thorough, and even began to slowly sharpen...

The wind, whistling by......

Flowers, falling down......

Water, ripples spread......

In those realities, the wind that Zhou Bo had never paid attention to, the words that he had never noticed, and the water that he had never seen, all became clear the moment he closed his eyes. Yes, he heard the wind, he heard the water, he heard the flowers falling. It turns out that everything has a spirit, but no one has ever paid serious attention to it....

Zhou Bo listened to everything that he had never heard in his daily life, and his soul seemed to spread out infinitely at this moment. Any fluctuation around his body, even the petals that were as light as nothing, were clearly felt by him when they fell on Zhou Bo's body.

"It's coming, it's coming, it's coming soon,......" In Zhou Bo's heart, a faint voice told him that he was really getting closer to that feeling. He was confident that he could touch that feeling in just a split second. As long as he really finds that feeling, then there may be something unexpected waiting for him......

Finally, the slight voice was silently amplified, and Zhou Bo's brows gradually tightened, as if his body had received a heavy blow. On his forehead, beads of sweat gradually increased, but Zhou Bo didn't feel it at all, but always frowned tightly. He's listening, yes, what is he listening.......

"Wait........" When everything became quiet, Zhou Bo finally found something, he was surprised, as if he couldn't believe it, he opened his eyes, and muttered: "Is this really the case, snowflake, peach blossom? snowflake, peach blossom, peach blossom, snowflake........"

Zhou Bo's mouth kept repeating these two scenes that seemed to be very different. stared at the peach blossom for a long time, as if the peach blossom had something unbelievable.

A gust of wind blew, and the peach trees that were in full bloom once again flew out countless bright peach blossom petals. Zhou Bo, who was standing under the tree staring at the peach blossoms, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then a trace of fierce joy flashed on his face.

"Oh" shot back the sword, Jing Yunjian was tightly held by Zhou Bo with the scabbard at his waist, his eyes kept staring at the peach blossom petals falling from the sky, and his footsteps moved gently, little by little, as if he was looking for something, and he seemed to be avoiding the peach blossoms falling on his body. In short, everything is light and silent, everything is quiet.....

Zhou Bo's eyes closed again. However, his movements did not stop for a minute. The footsteps are constantly moving, and in the flying peach blossom petals, it seems to be looking for some kind of fit. On his hand, the palm of his right hand was strangely reversed around the scabbard from bottom to top, as if he was stroking the Jingyun sword, and when the palm slid over the hilt, when Yu Lan blew again, Zhou Bo's ear suddenly moved, and it was this moment.......

Upflip, smooth, right-hand, draw sword. After three consecutive movements that looked a little weird, in the peach petals in the sky, Zhou Bo's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened at that moment. The originally indifferent eyes shone brightly at this moment, and with a strong "poof" sound on the wrist, Jing Yunjian was unsheathed again...

The sword came out of the sheath, the sound was sonorous, and with a turn of Zhou Bo's wrist, the Jingyun sword carried an incomparable sharp aura, like a storm and snow, and the strength roared out. In the midst of the strength, a snow-bright sword light crossed an arc in the rain of petals, and it was fleeting. However, after the sword light flashed, the energy did not dissipate for a long time, rushing out like ocean waves..........

The sound of a branch breaking made Zhou Bo startled, and he subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and the action he wanted to make in his hand stopped at this moment. Jingyun Sword still maintained the posture that Zhou Bo was about to connect, and the tip of the sword pointed horizontally at the sky.

Countless petals turned into filaments as thin as cow's hair in an instant, and flew lightly into the sky. It's just the power of a sword, and it's so terrifying, decomposing thousands of peach blossom petals into filigree as thin as cow's hair. Nalan Qingyan covered his small mouth in disbelief and opened his eyes wide.

And Zhou Bo also looked up to the sky and closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh, with endless frustration and endless regret: "Providence is so, Providence is so........

Zhou Bo's face was full of regret, loss, and a trace of unwillingness and reluctance, but in the end, he withdrew the Jingyun Sword in his hand from the scabbard without saying anything, and sighed helplessly.

At the moment when he swung his sword, Zhou Bo instinctively felt that in fact, the extremely powerful earth-shattering sword was far more than one move, and there must be a connection below. When he swung the first sword, Zhou Bo felt that the second sword was about to be sent out along the flow of the first sword. Although I don't know if there is a third sword, a fourth sword ... However, Zhou Bo believed that if he really connected all this set of sword styles, then the power of this set of sword styles would be much more powerful than that of his uncle Mo Ye's dusty sword.

Zhou Bo's first sword already has almost the same look as the Drifting Dust First Sword, but Mo Ye's Drifting Dust Sword Style only has one sword, while Zhou Bo's swordsmanship is far more than one move. Thinking about the feeling just now, there is clearly a connection of subsequent moves after the first sword. Moreover, it seems that one sword is more difficult than the other. Because, after the first sword was slashed, Zhou Bo immediately felt that the invisible pressure in his whole body immediately increased by I don't know how much. Obviously, the power of the second sword is probably even more amazing, but because of Nalan Qingyan, the second sword was strongly disturbed by the outside world, and in the end, the realm of that feeling disappeared in an instant, and the second sword also died.

Nalan glanced at Zhou Bo timidly, and explained with some fear: "I.. I just saw that you didn't come back for a long time, and I was afraid that something would happen to you, so I came to see you, I didn't mean to!"

"Forget it" Zhou Bo waved his hand a little helplessly: "Everything is providential, no wonder no one." Speaking of this, Zhou Bo actually had some happiness in his heart, after all, the power of the successive swords just now Zhou Bo could faintly feel that it was incomparable to ordinary sword skills. And as Mo Ye said to Zhou Bo that day, "This sword style is too domineering after all, and it is too aggressive, and it is not a skill that people in the Tao should learn." After this set of sword styles is completed, it is difficult to get back, and one sword is enough to determine life and death. "Whether it is the "Drifting Dust" sword technique, or the nameless sword technique that Zhou Bo was inspired by the peach blossom and comprehended, it is essentially an extremely tyrannical sword technique, in the Dawn Gate, he has always ordered to practice, if there is a violation, he will be scolded and scolded, and he will be expelled from the sect or clean up the portal.

The sword way, especially the sword technique, has always been extremely killing and extremely aggressive. Too much anger is a taboo for people in the Tao, and it is most likely to confuse the mind, so as to kill tyranny, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will fall into the devil's path.

It is rumored that there was once a group of genius disciples who finally fell into the path of demons because of excessive killing and the demons in their hearts were difficult to control. Because that disciple was extremely murderous, the righteous path once encircled and suppressed him. However, that disciple's talent was indeed extraordinary, and ordinary righteous path masters were not his opponents. In addition, the disciple was quite angry about killing, and the various factions of the righteous path joined forces to encircle and suppress him three times, not only was he forced to break out of the encirclement, but also killed most of the masters of the righteous path, which alarmed the righteous path factions for a while.

Later, the Immortal Sword Palace, which was still a veteran at that time, successively sent ten elders to chase and kill them for thousands of miles, regardless of losses, before they were successfully annihilated. Although he killed the disciple who had fallen into the demonic path, only two of the ten elders of the Immortal Sword Palace survived. If it weren't for the fact that the disciple liked to be alone and didn't look for helpers, I'm afraid that he alone would be enough to disrupt the righteous path.

Since then, the monasticists have begun to intensify their study and study of the Dharma. Imperial sword art has gradually replaced sword skills as the mainstream practice in the true path of cultivation. The various sects of the righteous path also seem to be afraid of repeating the mistakes of the past, and they are also vigorously promoting the less killing sword art to their disciples. Rao is like this, the sword technique has not declined to this day, and the volley flying sword of the sword technique has become the two major types of martial arts cultivation for the disciples of the righteous path.

Inspired by the peach blossoms, what Zhou Bo realized was not the peach blossoms, but the sound of snowflakes falling. At that moment, the feeling that Zhou Bo found was that the sound and strength of the snowflakes falling were almost exactly the same as the peach blossoms flying in the sky, perhaps this was also a kind of lucky luck, so that Zhou Bo realized the sword trick comparable to "drifting dust" in the peach blossom petals. Although that sword is almost exactly the same as "Drifting Dust", the verve is comparable.

"If you learn this trick, you can be regarded as saving your life!" Zhou Bo secretly comforted himself, and said to Nalan Qingyan, who was still a little scared: "Okay, I don't blame you! You are also kind, prepare dinner, I haven't eaten yet!"

"Hmph, do you still know how to eat?" Nalan Qingyan saw Zhou Bo's initial disappointed, lost expression and the first sword frozen in mid-air, and also knew that the sound he accidentally made seemed to disrupt Zhou Bo's rhythm, thus making Zhou Bo's cultivation fall short. While feeling guilty, fearful, fearful, and fearful. After all, Zhou Bo's first sword happened to make Nalan Qingyan, who was looking for Zhou Bo, see from beginning to end. Like Zhou Bo, the strength and pressure emitted by that sword were extremely serious, so that Nalan Qingyan, whose body had not yet recovered, could not resist it at all. If she hadn't been far away, I'm afraid she wouldn't have been able to bear the first sword without even finishing it. When Zhou Bo's second sword shot, Nalan Qingyan finally couldn't stand the strength and pressure, and took a step back. It was this step that stepped on a dead branch behind his feet, and made a soft sound, disturbing Zhou Bo, who had been immersed in feelings, so that Zhou Bo's second sword did not come out in the end.

A sword slashed out, and the petals in the sky turned into filaments, and the sharp sword aura and sharp edge were breathtaking. It's just a sword, and it's so powerful. "What would happen if Zhou Bo really learned the next few swords?" Nalan Qingyan asked himself secretly in his heart. Although Zhou Bo saved her, he still belongs to the righteous path, is still a disciple of the Dawn Gate, and is always a hostile side to the Demon Gate. During the real battle between the righteous demons, Nalan Qingyan thought that he didn't have so much face for Zhou Bo to stand by and watch. However, when Zhou Bo really participated in the Battle of the Right and Demons that suddenly broke out at some point in the future, it was just that terrifying sword, how many disciples of the Demon Sect could escape?" Nalan Qingyan didn't dare to think about it anymore, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Do you know? You've been here for two days, otherwise I'll come out to look for you?"