Yu Feifan didn't continue to fight with Luo Tong, he seemed to peek at the portal of sword cultivation. Although he has condensed the sword spirit and the dripping sword, he has not achieved the real sword movement, and the key to the root of all this is that he has not cultivated his own sword intent.

After a fight with Luo Tong, Yu Feifan seems to have realized a lot, but if he wants to really understand the key, he still needs to understand it well.

"Senior Brother Yu, you really want to compete for the top ten. Bai Fengjiu asked, standing on top of a cloud of brocade.

"The spiritual pool of the sect does have the effect of washing the muscles and cutting the marrow of our monks, if we can't win the top ten positions, I'm afraid we won't be able to enter it. Yu Feifan looked at his cave under the Black Water Peak, and his eyes flashed.

Bai Fengjiu frowned when he heard this, "The next battle is bound to be very fierce, and I heard that Senior Brother Yi has already murdered you." ”

"It's also okay to take some risks in order to get into the Spirit Pool. Yu Feifan was not surprised by this.

"In fact, if you want to enter the Spirit Pool, you don't have to go through a competition, the Spirit Pool will be opened every hundred years, and every time you open each peak, you will recommend a certain number of disciples to enter it. Bai Fengjiu explained.

"I see!" Yu Feifan's eyes flashed, this is the benefit of having background forces. It's just that I'm afraid I don't have this opportunity.

"Thank you for reminding me, I must participate in this competition. Yu Feifan smiled faintly, and didn't seem to take Bai Fengjiu's reminder seriously.

"Well, since Senior Brother insists on participating, I won't stop you, but with your current means, I'm afraid it will be difficult to resist the Lei Yin Sword in Senior Brother Yi's hand. I know that Senior Brother still has a trick to use, and Senior Brother Luo may not be your opponent. It's just that the power of the four great spirit swords is not ordinary. "Bai Fengjiu himself has the Flying Phoenix Sword, so he naturally knows the power in it, where is it that ordinary magic weapons can resist.

"The four spirit swords of Lei Yin, Feifeng, Changfeng, and Lilong are the spirit swords of the lower four mouths, although they are not as good as the seven holy weapons, each of them can deter one side. How can I look at it, but I don't have to compete for the first place, I still have this self-knowledge. For Bai Fengjiu's reminder, Yu Feifan is still very grateful.

"Senior Brother also knows the Seven Great Sacred Weapons?"

"Huayuan Ding, Seven Star Sword, Purple Gold Bell, Changle Bell, Soul Devouring Bead, Yin and Yang Two Gas Cylinders, and Void Bags each have a pre-ban supernatural power, and each of them can suppress a party's qi reading. "Since Yu Feifan got the Yuan Ding, he has learned a lot about the Seven Holy Weapons through Yuanzi.

"It seems that my junior brother has a lot of experience outside over the years, but I am reckless. Bai Fengjiu said with some surprise.

"Senior sister, where is it, these common senses will be known as long as you look at the classics. Senior Sister has the Flying Phoenix Sword in her hand, and the first position in this sect may not be impossible to compete for. Yu Feifan said indifferently.

Bai Fengjiu shook his head, these classics are the core disciples of the sect and must know. "I don't really care about the rankings, it's just that this time I have to compete with other sect monks after the sect competition, which is also a good experience, how can I miss it. ”

"Senior sister's is good, my magic weapon was damaged just now, and I still need to sacrifice another one, so don't let it go. Yu Feifan said goodbye to Bai Fengjiu, and then fell into the cave, and entered the cave door and closed it as soon as his body moved.

Bai Fengjiu saw that Yu Feifan was dedicated to the Dao, although he praised him for his strong heart towards the Dao, but he didn't have much confidence that he could defeat Yi Xing. The secret disciples in the six peaks, each of them has an extremely powerful background, as long as those cultivators who have entered the evil realm give one or two jade talismans at will, it is not something that the monks of the Guiyuan Realm can resist.

After Yu Feifan entered the cave, he immediately released the dripping sword, and a spiritual sense entered the dripping sword and closed his eyes and comprehended.

The drip sword is made of 10,000-year-old drip stone, and the essence of the drip stone is the essence of water, which contains the divine light of the ice spirit. Although this sword was Yu Feifan's natal magic weapon, the Ice Spirit Divine Light in the sword weapon was something that his own spiritual sense did not dare to penetrate easily.

A few days after comprehending, Yu Feifan's spiritual sense withdrew from the dripping sword, but he still couldn't comprehend the so-called sword intent. His eyes flashed, and a golden sword spirit flew out of his mouth, and a magic trick hit the sword spirit and the dripping sword, and the three of them were immediately connected into a triangular magic circle.

The sword spirit is made of sunflower gold, in which although it is gold, it is actually water, and although the dripping stone is water, it is actually gold. The fusion of the two is the connection between gold and water.

"I see, this is the Jinshui Sword Intent. Yu Feifan opened his eyes suddenly, his heart moved, and the instant fusion of the sword spirit and the dripping sword did not disobey at all. Water is the softest thing, gold is the hardest thing, the softest can be turned into the hardest, and the hardest can also be turned into the softest, this is the sword intent of gold and water.

Yu Feifan single-handedly touched the drip sword that emitted blue light in front of him, and as his mind moved, the drip sword immediately changed in the hole. Only now did he truly merge the sword spirit and the dripping sword into one.

"Condensation!" Yu Feifan pinched the magic trick with one hand, and the dripping sword immediately condensed into a sword wire. "Transformation!" The sword blade of the Dao Dao was immediately differentiated on the magic change sword wire, which looked exactly the same as Luo Tong's methods, but the sword power was very different.

A mana was struck, and the sword wire was immediately restored to the appearance of a dripping sword.

"Points!" The dripping sword immediately differentiated into an identical drip sword. "Go!" Yu Feifan pointed to one of them, and the dripping sword immediately penetrated the cave, directly destroying the prohibition outside the cave, and then turned into a phantom and disappeared.

Although the power of this sword is not comparable to the real power of the dripping sword, the differentiated sword shadow also has the power of eight or nine points of the body. It's a pity that with Yu Feifan's cultivation, he can only differentiate a sword clone.

Even so, Yu Feifan was already very satisfied, as long as he could cultivate the sword clone into the sword splitting technique, as for the number of swords in the clone, it was not an overnight thing.

The one-handed dripping sword was summoned into his hand, "Escape!" The sword technique in Yu Feifan's hand changed again, and the originally static dripping sword trembled suddenly, immediately disappeared in the air, and appeared outside the cave in the next moment.

"Return!" The dripping sword that had already escaped from the cave instantly reappeared in front of Yu Feifan's eyes. The speed of it even frightened Yu Feifan, no wonder the monks of the same level were afraid of sword cultivation, the power of this sword cultivation was really powerful.

With these three swordsmanship, with the power of this drop of water sword alone, even if you don't use Huayuan Ding and Blue Devil Tower, you won't be afraid of the easy Thunder Yin Sword.

Yi Xing sat on the cloud bed and faced Luo Daodao below: "Senior Brother Luo is going to have a competition tomorrow, what are you doing here with me?"

"Why do you want to ask Senior Brother Yi knowingly, Ming Bidou needs to draw and compete, and the elder drawn by the presiding officer is your senior uncle, Elder Yi Bugu, how can you hide the twists and turns from me. Luo Tong said with great meaning.

Yi Xing smiled faintly when he heard this: "In order to avoid the two tigers from fighting, the sect must have something to do, so it will naturally work the people who fight." ”

"Hmph, I don't want anything else, Senior Brother Ming's Bidou wants to arrange for me to have a fight with Yu Feifan. Luo Tong's face was straight.

"Then Yu Feifan has already been defeated in the hands of his junior brother, so why fight with him again. Yi Xing pretended to be puzzled.

"The last time I deliberately showed mercy to let him retreat, this time I will definitely let him know my true means on the altar. Luo Tong said confidently.

"Senior Brother Luo can't be careless, this Yu Feifan does have some means. Yi Xing said deliberately, "Okay, I'll do you this favor!"

After Luo Tong left, a sneer appeared on the corner of Yi Xing's mouth, "Even if you don't fight with him, I will never allow him to enter the top ten, do you think whoever wants to enter the Spirit Transformation Pool? ”