A strong wind blew on the body of the Western Expeditioner, and those black gases that were like living creatures drilled into the hands of the Western Expeditionary and condensed into a long knife with a dark body.

The black aura that shrouded Xi Zhengke's body disappeared, and the messenger from the Ten Thousand Corpses Realm revealed a thin body, his skin dry and wrinkled, like a cracked layer of old bark.

Under the sun, the pitch-black long knife in his hand did not reflect even the slightest light, and the narrow blade, like the corners of the lips of the evil ghost hooked upward, looked extremely evil.

The West Conqueror stepped forward again.

This time, he was carrying his knife.

As if testing his touch, he slashed diagonally in front of him.

A knife rises, there is wind and thunder, a knife falls, and there are demons and ghosts crying.

The pitch-black blade split through the air, splitting through space, and the sounds that were like wind and thunder, like the howl of demons, were the sounds made when the surrounding air poured into that spatial crack.

In front of it, Yun Mo pointed to the broken river, and the existing western expedition was a knife in the space.

This knife is so domineering.

The pitch-black spatial rift, like an ink mark thrown out by the pitch-black blade, and like a black lightning, slashed straight towards the "door" of the Demon Sealing Sword Array.

Yun Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, his right hand clenched the hilt of the black giant sword, and lifted it diagonally upward.

A half-moon-shaped arc of light flew straight out, crashing into the space-tearing knife intent that slashed over.

The two collided without any fancy fancy, staggered into a cross, and then annihilated each other silently.

There is no deafening explosion, no dazzling brilliance of the eyes, the two collide, as if two breezes meet, soft and silent.

But in the midst of the scene, except for Yun Mo and Xi Zhengke, only the Holy Sword Sect Master who had comprehended a trace of the power of the origin could appreciate the danger.

As a result, the Holy Sword Sect Master, who had always maintained a transparent and calm complexion, finally revealed some strange emotions in his eyes.

Three points of fear, seven points of war.

……

West Peak Library Pavilion.

Ling Yun's divine sense slowly withdrew from the jade slip.

Jian Wushuang anxiously asked, "What's wrong?"

Faced with Jian Wushuang's question, Ling Yun did not answer, but sat cross-legged, with the backs of his hands on his knees, palms up, his middle finger bent and clasped his thumb, and slowly closed his eyes.

The disciples of the Sword Dao Sect didn't know Ling Yun's identity, but the Two Peaks Peak Master and Jian Wushuang knew that in the eyes of everyone, Ling Yun was a true humble gentleman, extremely polite to others, and had never directly ignored others so unreasonably.

But the more abnormal it was at this moment, the stronger the throbbing in Jian Wushuang's heart became.

If what was recorded in this jade slip was really the Heavenly Arithmetic, then it was in vain that he used the power of the Council of Elders and searched for several months.

Jian Wushuang looked at Ling Yun with sassless eyes, unconsciously, cold sweat was already oozing from his palms, the last time he was so nervous was when his wife Jian Shuiting gave birth.

At this moment, the air suddenly began to become viscous, and in the library pavilion, there were gradually countless water vapors, and the water vapor gradually turned into mist, enveloping the two of them.

Jian Wushuang was in ecstasy, and at the beginning, Xuan Ming Zhenren entered the battle with the power of water, and only then did he use the technique of heavenly arithmetic.

This jade slip really records the art of heavenly arithmetic!

And what surprised him even more was that this Lingyun was able to use it just by watching it once!

No matter how talented he is, he can't learn the art of heavenly arithmetic so quickly, right?!

Jian Wushuang's heart was full of doubts, but the next moment, in the mist in front of him, a pair of eyes suddenly appeared, black and white rings, overlapping each other.

Caught off guard, the Great Elder of the Sword Dao Sect stumbled and almost fell.

However, the eyes soon returned to normal, and the fog gradually dissipated.

Jian Wushuang swallowed his saliva and asked, "That's the legendary Heavenly Extreme Ghost Eye?!"

Ling Yun nodded, and Jian Wushuang asked again, "What is ...... among the jade slips?"

Ling Yun was silent for a moment, stood up, saluted respectfully to Jian Wushuang, held the jade slip in both hands, raised it above his head and handed it over, and said, "It's the art of heavenly arithmetic." ”

Jian Wushuang's heart hanging in his throat finally fell back into his stomach, and as a result, Yu Jian carefully put it into his arms, was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Then Ling Daoyou was just now?"

Ling Yun said, "I've learned. ”

It's just six words, like thunder in your ears.

Before Jian Wushuang's surging excitement calmed down, he couldn't wait to say, "Then ask Ling Daoyou to help calculate the solution to this crisis." ”

In the nine-tailed demon fox crisis half a year ago, Xuan Ming Zhenren used the technique of heavenly arithmetic to calculate the person who broke the game, although the elder of the Kendo Sect looked away, but it turned out afterwards that the technique of heavenly arithmetic was not wrong.

But now, the Xuanming True Man has disappeared, and the Sword Dao Sect is facing three strong enemies, the Four Holy Lands, the Western Expedition and the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, how can it break the game?

Yun Mo has been in the Kendo Sect for half a year, and he still hasn't found an answer.

In the whole world, who can find that glimmer of life from this predicament?

If this weren't the case, how could Jian Wushuang be willing to take out the Heavenly Arithmetic Technique and hand it over to Ling Yun?!

Ling Yun was silent for a moment and said, "I'll try." ”

Jian Wushuang was slightly stunned, and hurriedly said: "Don't try it, you must get along!"

Ling Yun couldn't help but be stunned and nodded heavily.

He slowly closed his eyes, and a stretch of qi invisible to the naked eye spread invisibly to the surroundings.

This time, not only the Library Pavilion, but even the power of water within a radius of dozens of miles around the West Peak was affected.

A faint mist was generated from Ling Yun's side, and then spread to the entire West Peak, unable to be driven away by the sun or blown away.

Countless disciples of the Sword Dao Sect and the Dragon Elephant Army looked at this scene with wide eyes and amazement.

The fog is composed of tiny water droplets, from microscopic to macrocosmic, covering the entire western peak, requiring hundreds of millions of quantities, such a huge number of stars in the sky, if ordinary people are allowed to count, I am afraid it will take tens of thousands of years.

But now, every tiny drop of water has been imprinted in Lingyun's sea of consciousness.

Being able to grasp such complex information at the same time is beyond the power of human beings, so it is called heavenly calculation.

And above Lingyun's sea of knowledge, there is a pair of black and white eyes layered on top of each other, like gods in the sky, overlooking everything.

Celestial Ghost Eyes.

It was also with the assistance of the Heavenly Extreme Ghost Eye that Ling Yun was able to master the Heavenly Arithmetic in such a short period of time.

Countless lines of fate began to entangle and collide.

His brows furrowed, his handsome face looked very painful, and his back was already soaked with sweat.

"What's wrong, Ling Daoyou, what's wrong with you?" Jian Wushuang asked in a panic.

Ling Yun's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He opened his eyes, and the black and white rings in his eyes flashed.

Jian Wushuang held up Ling Yun, who was weak and fell to the ground, and asked anxiously, "Ling Daoyou, what's wrong with you?!"

Ling Yun slowly opened his eyes, gasped, and said bitterly: "Blood, blood, I see a sea of blood, Kendo Sect, Kendo Sect ......"

His voice became weaker and weaker, until he couldn't hear it clearly, Jian Wushuang hurriedly bent down, his ear pressed to his lips, and after a while, the face of this Sword Dao Sect elder became more and more pale.

After a long time, like Jian Wushuang who had woken up from a nightmare, he gently put Ling Yun on the ground, walked out of the library pavilion, and walked towards the Sword Dao Sect Peak Peak.