Ye Feng inherited the Boundless Smoke and Rain Sword Technique from the stone wall in the cave, which was not an ordinary sword technique, but the sword technique of a cultivated flying sword.

This set of swordsmanship is broad and profound, and there are many mysteries, but Ye Feng did not fully comprehend it.

It is rare to be able to see the remnant soul of Gui Wuya in the picture scroll, although it is not the deity, but it also has all the memories of Gui Wuya's swordsmanship.

The time when the picture scroll was painted was when Gui Wuya had just created the Yanyu Sword Technique.

Finally able to see with his own eyes that the Smoke and Rain Sword Technique could be used with his own eyes, Ye Feng was not only excited, but also worried that the Smoke and Rain Sword Technique was extremely powerful, and he didn't know if he could do it next.

Facing the Sword Immortal-level figures, Ye Feng did not dare to underestimate the enemy.

Ye Feng stood still like a hill, his wrist shook slightly, and a crystal jade flying sword hung in the palm of his hand.

Gui Wuya's face suddenly changed: "Flying sword, you can actually use a flying sword at a young age, who is your master?"

Ye Feng looked at the end of the world meaningfully, and smiled faintly: "There are many of my masters, including you. ”

Gui Wuya sneered: "Young man, don't talk nonsense, I don't have you as an apprentice." ”

didn't explain, the flying sword in Ye Feng's hand, the sword light was blazing, and a light curtain danced out, which was a trick of the Yanyu Sword Technique, a breeze and drizzle.

Gui Wuya could see at a glance that what Ye Feng was using was the Yanyu Sword Technique, and he was secretly surprised: "Your sword move is a breeze whisper, although there is a little difference, the sword style is exactly the same, if this is the sword move I just cultivated, how can you use it?"

"That's what you taught me. ”

"Okay, since I taught you, let's test how much you've learned. ”

Gui Wuya gently swirled the fiery red oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and a dazzling sword-light oil-paper umbrella flew out, like lightning piercing the sky and shooting towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was secretly frightened, he had long suspected that this oil-paper umbrella was strange, it turned out that each umbrella bone was a sharp long sword.

The nine umbrella bones turned into nine dazzling flying swords, like nine blazing lightning, shooting down from all directions.

It is also a breeze and drizzle, which is exactly the same as the trick Ye Feng just cast, but there is a sense of layering when it is unleashed.

The Nine Flying Swords of the Infinite Realm, as fast as a phantom, more like the nine indestructible sword waves, surged over, layer after layer, and everywhere they passed, everything was cut into dust.

Although he was surrounded by layers of sword waves, Ye Feng manipulated the flying sword and fought very hard, but his expression was very excited.

He seemed to have a little understanding of the trick of returning to the boundless.

He had memorized the nine flying swords, and the sword path of each flying sword, if he used one of his flying swords to cast the sword path of the nine flying swords, it was also possible.

As long as the speed is faster, nine times the speed of the original sword, you can cast the effect of this layered sword wave.

Ye Feng's hands danced constantly, like a passionate music conductor, the crystal jade flying sword, playing an incomparable music, clanging, the sound of metal resonating endlessly, sometimes hitting like thunder roaring, sometimes sharp, like a train whistle.

Ye Feng's flying sword reached nine times the sword speed, successfully resisting the attacks of the layers of sword waves.

Gui Wuya couldn't believe what he saw, he was the founder of the Yanyu Sword Technique, and he also used nine extremely sharp flying swords, but they were on par with Ye Feng's flying sword.

Gui Wuya roared angrily: "Who the hell are you, your swordsmanship can't be taught by me." ”

Ye Feng showed a sly smile: "It was you who taught me, you also taught me a trick just now, the breeze whispered into a nine-layer sword wave, I just learned, master, how did I learn?"

"No way, you can take me another trick and try it. ”

Although he only saw Gui Wuya slowing down and performing the breeze and drizzle, Ye Feng touched the analogy and drew inferences, and he had already comprehended his own smoke and rain swordsmanship, what would be the difference between the swordsmanship and the swordsmanship cast by Gui Wuya.

The biggest difference, and the most crucial difference, is that although the swordsmanship is the same, the people who perform the swordsmanship are completely different.

The same sword move, the power contained in the difference, the sword holder is different, and the power is also completely different.

Ye Feng is the body of a demigod, and his body is a powerful Void Star Divine Power, which is much purer and more powerful than Gui Wuyi's internal force, so Ye Feng can use a flying sword, the same sword move, to show nine times the sword speed, and the power is dozens of times stronger than Gui Wuyi's sword move.

Returning to the end of his infatuation, he performed the last trick of the Yanyu swordsmanship, and the sky was full of wind and rain.

It was like a tornado in the bamboo forest, but the tornado was full of dazzling sword light, cutting the entire bamboo forest and even the four-cornered square pavilion into pieces and turning them into dust.

In front of the sharp sword light tornado, nothing existed, the ethereal distant mountains, the clear rivers, and even Ajuan, who played the flute, disappeared.

The whole world only has dazzling sword light and fierce murderous aura.

Gui Wuya stood there, like a god of war, his hair fluttering in the wind, his clothes were agitated, his spirit was flying, his expression became hideous, extremely excited, and the sword light tornado seemed to devour heaven and earth.

Ye Feng looked up at the sword light tornado, feeling so small, it turned out that this was the real power of the wind and rain, which had exceeded the limit of swordsmanship, and this limit was to destroy everything.

Ye Feng suddenly found that a little light flashed in the corner of Gui Wuya's eyes, and his eyes were actually full of tears, and that bright light was tears oozing from the corners of his eyes.

His swordsmanship has been refined, the swordsmanship of smoke and rain, the powerful sword light tornado, like a monster that destroys the world and the earth, enough to tear apart everything in the world, what a glorious and exciting thing it is.

But Gui Wuya wept.

He cultivated the Yanyu Sword Technique, but lost his beloved lover.

Ye Feng suddenly understood something, Gui Wuya did not sign the picture scroll, it was a kind of hatred for himself.

If he was given another chance, he might give up practicing the Yanyu Sword Technique, preferring to stand quietly in the bamboo forest, listen to Ajuan play the flute, and walk the world with her.

The powerful sword light tornado was about to crush Ye Feng like an ant, a sneer crossed the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, the clothes of his whole body were windless, and the divine power of his whole body was flowing rapidly, and the sharp sword move of the wind and rain in the sky was fused with the secret art battle of the Protoss, and the divine power suddenly skyrocketed dozens of times.

Fight for the world.

Fight with all your might.

Shine with the sun and the moon.

At the cost of life and death, the world will be destroyed.

The small flying sword suddenly bloomed with a blazing and dazzling light like the sun, and once again hit nine times the sword speed, like a spinning meteor, roaring through the sword light tornado.

Boom, the air flow surged, and the sword light splashed everywhere like a broken stream.

Gui Wuya watched in a daze as his sword light tornado was shattered, and stupidly watched as Ye Feng's flying sword slashed past his neck, cutting off half of his flying white beard.

(End of chapter)