On the top of the Wangjian Cliff, Lin Feng sat upright, looking at the sword marks in front of him, and quietly comprehended.

Lin Feng had already cultivated all the ten swords in front of him, and it was naturally not difficult to comprehend them from these sword marks. As the first sword was perceived, the sword marks on the Wangjian Cliff had already condensed a sword qi. And as Lin Feng continued to comprehend the next few swords, in just half a day, the ten sword qi had condensed, and at this moment, Lin Feng had already stayed on the eleven swords.

Eleven swords, the last three styles of the Qingyang Sword Technique, were born from the Shushan Heavenly Sword Technique, but the cumbersome and powerful of it far exceeded the Heavenly Sword Technique, which was later perfected by the Qingyang Sword Immortal.

And at this moment, above the book pavilion of Qingyang Palace, Chu Wenguang had already come to an old man.

The white-haired old man held a sword technique in his hand, but his eyes were looking in the direction of Wangjian Cliff.

"It's already the eleventh sword. Wenguang, what do you say he saw again this time?" the old man asked casually to Chu Wenguang.

Chu Wenguang hesitated for a moment and responded: "The junior doesn't know, the hall master is extremely talented, although it is said that he has cultivated the Qingyang Sword Technique before, but with the cultivation of the Immortal Realm, he has condensed the ten sword qi on the Wangjian Cliff so quickly, even if the junior is his age and cultivation, he can't do this." ”

"You can't do it, and I can't do it back then. The old man smiled and shook his head slowly.

Chu Wenguang's eyes were stunned, and he said in surprise: "The old ancestor can't do it?"

"If you can do it, how can you do it for a thousand years of penance for a word. The old man slowly shook his head and smiled: "Penance for thousands of years, but it is not as good as others to have an epiphany, and the opportunity in this world has its own destiny." It's like my Qingyang Palace, which has declined for thousands of years and has run out of luck, but now I have come to the bitter end and found a Chaos Yuan Infant, the sword descendant of the Seven Star Sword Body. In this world, it is my Qingyang Sword Gate, but it is really unpredictable. ”

Chaos Primordial Infant, Seven-Star Sword Body.

This Chaos Primordial Infant is extremely powerful to outsiders. And only those who practice penance can know the true strength of the seven-star sword body.

Chu Wenguang hesitated and said: "In this case, why doesn't the old ancestor personally teach the hall master? There is also the matter of recruiting disciples, according to the younger generation, it is better not to bother the hall master, or the younger generation will do it for you, right?"

"You baby, say that you have a high understanding, and the third word was seen through that day, and you condensed your sword path at that time. And now, your understanding has become so poor. The third word left by Qingyang Ancestor is to warn us to understand our own swordsmanship. And he is the seven-star sword body that condenses the sword star, except for the way of the sword, I am afraid that I have no sword to teach him, so his way of the sword can naturally only be understood by himself. The old man laughed slowly: "As for recruiting disciples, let him do it." It is a sword, which always has to show its edge, not out of front of people, how to let people know how sharp it is. I want everyone in the Imperial Palace to watch my Qingyang Hall rise again step by step, this matter is done by the hall master himself, isn't it also a great pleasure for the Qingyang Palace? ”

Chu Wenguang was stunned for a moment, nodded with a wry smile, and said, "Juniors understand." ”

"Go ahead. The old man said two words, and Chu Wenguang had already retreated respectfully.

After Chu Wenguang left.

The old man sat there, suddenly looked in the direction of the Treasure Pavilion and said, "Old fellow, you can't teach him either. The little hall master has his own sword path, so don't delay his practice. ”

"Hmph. What does it mean to delay his cultivation? To enter the Dao is the avenue of the sword, the seven-star sword body and sword star to kill the Quartet, how fast, if he is allowed to follow Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will teach him how to kill the Imperial Palace, and see who dares to beat my Qingyang Palace's idea. A domineering voice came from the Treasure Pavilion.

The old man in the book pavilion snorted lightly: "Entering the Dao with Killing is naturally the Dao in the Sword. However, the small hall master has his own fate, no matter what kind of sword he cultivates, he should feel it himself, you must not do anything regretted. ”

"The sword seems to be on him, and Lao Tzu is waiting, waiting for him to enter the Tao with a killing. In the Treasure Pavilion, the old man laughed and said, "When the time comes, see how you stop me from teaching him to kill." ”

To kill into the way?

The old man in the book pavilion was silent, and after a long time, he muttered to himself: "Do you really have to be bloody before you can enter the avenue of swords?"

……

On the top of the Wangjian Cliff.

Lin Feng quietly looked at the sword marks of the eleventh sword, which seemed to be densely packed, containing the momentum of wind and rain.

"The sword falls into the wind and rain, and there is really a trend of wind and rain. Lin Feng murmured in his heart, at this moment, on the stone wall, it was no longer a stone, but an illusory scene.

In the illusion, a man held a long sword, and between swinging the sword, the sword tilted down like a wind and rain. This sword seems to be just a sword, but the sword qi that fell swept some, and everything in the world was already full of holes under this sword qi. And at this moment, the power of this sword was even more powerful than the eleventh sword that Lin Feng had cultivated with Jian Yunxiao.

"The sword falls into the wind and rain, this is probably the reason why the Qingyang Sword Immortal took this name in the first place, the sword is like wind and rain, sweeping into everything. Lin Feng took a deep breath, closed his eyes gently, and felt the heavy changes on the stone wall before, as he realized more and more, the sword qi on the sword marks of the Wangjian Cliff began to accumulate little by little.

The sword qi continued to condense before it began to be like raindrops, and then it was like a stream, constantly entering the sword marks. And at this moment, in the Qingyang Palace, many old men and Chu Wenguang were watching from afar, before and after, but in a day or two, no one expected that Lin Feng had actually begun to comprehend the sword move of the eleventh sword.

It's just that the power of this sword move is not as simple as Lin Feng imagined, and it is very difficult to fully comprehend it. Lin Feng had been sitting, this sword qi had condensed halfway, but it had stopped, as if a qi was stuck somewhere, Lin Feng could feel that as long as he took this step, the eleventh sword could be formed, but this step was difficult to take no matter what.

Where the bellflower is located.

In the book pavilion, the old man sat in front of the windowsill, looking at the direction of Wangjian Cliff from a distance, and after thinking for a while, he raised his hand, and above the spiritual mountain of Qingyang Palace, the wind and rain roared. As the wind and rain continued to sprinkle on Lin Feng's body, Lin Feng felt the changes in the world and suddenly fell into a sense of understanding.

Rain.

The wind, the rain, took over.

Lin Feng sensed the many changes in the wind and rain, and his heart felt more and more deeply about the sword momentum, and finally, after sitting for three days, the sword marks of the sword falling into the wind and rain instantly condensed an extremely powerful sword qi. And at the moment when the sword qi condensed, the wind and rain that the old man had summoned disappeared in an instant, and at the same time, Lin Feng once again fell into the Divine Soul World.

"Divine Soul World?" Lin Feng looked at the wind and rain world that appeared in front of him, and his heart was extremely surprised.

In the wind and rain world, a man in Tsing Yi hung quietly in the air. The man held a long sword, and at every moment he swung the sword, the wind and rain in the stormy world began to change. Lin Feng looked at these many changes, and immediately understood that the sword falling wind and rain that he had previously felt was just a change in this formula, and the illusion that appeared in the divine soul world in front of him came from the sword qi left by the Qingyang Sword Immortal, and it was also evolving many changes in this style of sword falling wind and rain.

A sword fell, and the wind and rain changed suddenly.

Lin Feng felt all this, and he was like a fallen leaf in the wind and rain. This sword was sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce, as if it contained many changes in Lin Feng's sword cultivation in this life. There are not only willow swordsmanship, but also Shushan Imperial Sword Technique, Heavenly Sword Technique, all kinds of swordsmanship are intertwined in Lin Feng's heart, constantly fused together, as if this sword can condense the sword moves that Lin Feng has learned all his life.

"This is the sword move left by the Qingyang Sword Immortal!" "The more Lin Feng comprehended, the more horrified he was in his heart, at this moment, he finally understood why many disciples of the Qingyang Hall would be so convinced of the Qingyang Sword Immortal, and they were obsessed with understanding the third word of the sword, and everyone wanted to comprehend the sword path, just because of one point, the Qingyang Sword Immortal was too powerful, because of his strength, people were convinced of the power of his sword, and it also made people continue to pursue his sword path and finally fell into the magic barrier.

Call.

As the wind and rain exploded, the illusion of the divine soul suddenly disappeared.

On the Wangjian Cliff, Lin Feng was still sitting quietly, but the wind and rain that had disappeared at this moment invaded again. It's just that this time the wind and rain did not come from the old man, but from Lin Feng himself, this is the wind and rain condensed by Lin Feng, and it is also Lin Feng's own eleventh sword falling from the wind and rain.

Same sword moves, different sword stances.

Before the Book Pavilion, the old man saw it, smiled indifferently, and looked at Lin Feng's sword momentum and fell into a sense of understanding.