The gray-robed young man, looking down on the earth, his black hair fluttering lightly in the wind, and between his eyebrows, there was a bewilderment and evil charm.

It has been several months since he cultivated the Yin Body on the top of the mountain, and now Ling Yu, dressed in a gray robe, is shabby, revealing his white body, and the Yuan Force on his arm is surging, shining in the sun.

The power of the day and the magic power of the night, the two forces are growing day by day, the yuan power is abundant, and the demonic energy is controlled freely, which is a hundred times better than before.

Ling Yu clenched his hands, since the previous battle for the Yuan Mine, after several months of cultivation, he felt a vague feeling that the opportunity to condense the Yuan Dan was not far away.

The realm of Yuan Dan, the nine acupoints, are formed in a row, condensing the nine Yuan Dan, and only then can the strength of the Yuan Dan realm burst out.

Soon after stepping into the realm of Yuan Dan, Ling Yu, who was about to condense the first Yuan Dan, should be cautious.

The failure of Yuan Dan condensation will cause great damage to the Yuan veins and acupoints in the body, no matter how heavy or light, it is not something that Ling Yu can bear.

"It's a long way off, when your two forces of Yuan and Demon are fused, it will be the time for you to condense the first Yuan Dan."

Wushuang didn't know when he appeared, standing beside Ling Yu, the breeze blowing, and the black clothes didn't move at all.

Ling Yu also shook his head helplessly, although he had gradually controlled this force, but the fusion of two different forces, how easy it was to say, one wrong step, then the two forces would compete with each other, explode and die, less than 100% sure, he would not take it lightly.

"That's right, practicing martial arts, the sword should have gone off the rails and gained great strength, but the price paid would not be lightly passed."

Wushuang saw Ling Yu's solemn expression, and said at the moment.

When a person cultivates a demon body and has magic power, it is the opposite way, when the demon body is completed, it will attract the divine power of the Heavenly Dao, but this point, Wushuang is far from mentioning it to Ling Yu, this kind of thing is too far away.

From ancient times to the present, the human race is not a few, and even in the eternal period, the human race surrendered and thought that he was a demon, but in the end, no one could cultivate to the heavenly demon physique, and those who became the following physique could not break through that barrier.

With the laws of the Heavenly Dao, each has its own strengths, people cultivate with the vitality of the Yuan Earth, and the demons are tempered by the physique of the Heavenly Demons, each with its own unique cultivation conditions.

Ling Yu resolutely embarked on this road, although he did not express his attitude, but Wushuang's heart was also full of joy.

"What can not be done overnight, do not rush for quick success." Wushuang was also afraid of Ling Yuqiang's behavior, so he reminded at the moment.

Ling Yu nodded, he was not completely sure, he would not fight for luck.

"How about teaching you kendo."

A smile appeared at the corner of Wushuang's mouth, a smile was smiling, a lotus was born under his feet, there was no trace, standing in front of Ling Yu, and asked with a smile: "Wish?" ”

Ling Yu's face was slightly red, his eyes were a little straight, and he immediately shook his head, looked embarrassed, and coughed lightly, "I'm naturally very willing." ”

After seeing the unequaled swordsmanship, Ling Yu had long been eager to learn it, but the unequaled had always been cold, he was originally a sword spirit, and the swordsmanship was not passed on, Ling Yu didn't want to anger the unequaled because of this.

Until now, Wushuang asked if he wanted to teach himself the way of the sword, Ling Yu hurriedly agreed, and he was also 10,000 willing in his heart.

I'm afraid that in this world, there are very few people who can match the unparalleled swordsmanship, and it can really be said that the sword is as its name, the sword is unparalleled, and it can compete for the skylight.

Wushuang is a sword spirit, she is a sword, the true meaning of the sword, and the comprehension of it is incomparable. The magic sword is responsible for killing, and what it controls is the killing sword, the pursuit of the ultimate sword, the sword is a millimeter, and the life is won for a thousand miles.

Wushuang threw his hand, a stone sword, fell into Ling Yu's hand, the stone sword fell into his hand, his palm suddenly sank, Ling Yu exhaled lightly, held the stone in his hand, and put it in front of him.

"This sword does not come out, it is hidden in its sheath, and that side is your weapon."

Hearing this, Ling Yu took the scabbard on his waist with his left hand, and the stone sword was included in the black jade scabbard, which was extremely suitable and tailor-made.

"Can you hurt people with this scabbard?"

Ling looked at the scabbard in his hand, his brows furrowed slightly, if it was used to use the method with a heavy weapon, with the hardness of the scabbard, it would become a weapon of its own, and if it was used to use the sword method, it would hurt people, which was probably impossible.

"The sword kills people, in a short period of time, you can't comprehend the way of killing the sword." Wushuang shook his head and forcibly gave it, only afraid of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred.

Wushuang probed with his slender hand, and the sword that was originally in Ling Yu's hand had already been held in his hand, "With the sheath as a weapon, the sword should be killed, the breath of the sword, and the comprehension of one's own heart." ”

The scabbard of the sword rotated along the slender wrist, the sound roared, and the hilt of the sword fell into the hand, and it was a wave in the air, and the strength came, shattering the fog and clouds, and the strength swept wildly, and there was a bang.

"It's not that you can hurt people with your sheath, but with sword qi and strength, it is enough to reach the realm of killing."

Without a sword in both hands, he threw it at will, and said, "You are not qualified to hold a sword, practice hard." ”

Ling Yu shrugged his shoulders, he didn't have much hope, took the stone sword, breathed a sigh of relief, touched the scabbard, and felt the cold touch in his palm, which also made him calm down.

"Sword qi, not relying on Yuan Force, not relying on strength, simply killing sword qi."

The power of the sword, not depending on external forces, the unparalleled sword moves are simple, there is no trace of spiritual power fluctuations, just swinging the sword, portable and powerful sword intent, no one can match.

Wushuang raised his hand, held his hand, there was nothing else in his hand, and between the waves, it was like holding a sharp sword, and the strong wind swept away.

Ling Yu looked at Wushuang without moving, following Wushuang's steps and stepping out, a sword dancing at the same time, the heavy sword body made it raise its hand and sink.

The weight of the stone sword far exceeds that of ordinary swords, and it is not easy to swing without relying on strength, Ling Yu's silver teeth bite, his backhand was shocked, and the stone sword was firmly held in his hand without a trace of slackness.

Just like Wushuang, swinging the sword at will, the sound of breaking wind sounded, and the speed of swinging the sword in Ling Yu's hand accelerated even more, and faintly, demonic energy surged at his feet.

This was not Ling Yu's deliberate action, the demonic qi overflowed out of his body again, Ling Yu intended this, waving the stone sword, his feet were like stepping on the wind, stepping out a strange step, and dancing the sword in his hand.

Wushuang unconsciously retreated, away from Ling Yu, at this time, he practiced the sword, he could have such an opportunity to create, and he really envied others.

The sword method is far different from the martial arts body, and it can not even be used relatively, when the world, the inherent great master level of the sword sect, but to the body and the sword as one, it is only a hand, how precious.

Ling Yu took a stepless step, although it was a few simple steps, all of which Ling Yu understood, but it was not just that, with speed against the enemy, with the killing breath to suppress, the step and the sword, depending on each other.

When the speed is fast, the sword must be obtained, Ling Yu waved the scabbard, his expression gradually became solemn, he was in a situation, he could not extricate himself, the demonic qi was wrapped around his legs, endlessly, his strength burst out, and he jumped up.

"Out!"

Ling Yu roared out with a slam in his hand, holding the stone sword, carrying a strong wind, and suddenly burst down.

The boulder shattered, the dust filled the sky, Ling Yu's figure gradually submerged, the stone sword in his hand had been returned to the scabbard, coming out like thunder, harvesting like a wind, his heart was like a rock, and he was not moved by heaven and earth.

Ling Yu's forehead was covered with sweat, and his dark eyes turned, revealing a touch of anger, which soon disappeared between his eyes.

Suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the gravel in front of him, and his heart palpitated, as if he was enchanted before, vividly in his heart.

The boulder in front of him was indeed split by the stone sword, Ling Yu held the stone sword in his hand, his eyes turned, the surface of this stone sword was extremely rough, there was no trace of creation, ordinary stone sword, I am afraid that it would turn into gravel with a full blow.

"Is it so important whether the sword is sharp or not?" Wushuang said with a smile.

Ling Yu spread his hands, "If it is equal to each other, mortal weapons and spiritual weapons will compete, and mortal weapons will be broken." ”

Wushuang sneered and was noncommittal.

"Practice your sword well."

Wushuang left such a sentence, which turned into a wisp of black smoke, disappeared with the wind, and his eyes were down, and he was nowhere to be seen.

Ling Yu didn't rest, the stone sword was put into its sheath and continued to swing, but that wonderful feeling was no longer there.

Recalling the sword-wielding technique, Ling Yu stepped out again, his body was like a charm, and the afterimage was repeatedly revealed, lingering for a few breaths, and then vanished.

If it is against the enemy, the body is stronger, and the afterimage will inevitably show its might, and it is not impossible to hide the body perfectly.

After performing his body technique a hundred times, Ling Yu gradually mastered this wonderful set of footwork, and every step he took was an opportunity, an opportunity to take the lead, and he could have the ability to control the enemy with a backhand.

The footwork is varied, the layers are not heavy, and every step out is offensive and defensive, leaving room for each other.

Ling Yu took a hundred steps, and with each repetition, the stone sword in his hand was waved at will, and he waved it violently, and the wind was loud and loud.

On the originally flat earth, there are footprints of the same depth, and in the depths of the footprints, the strength is fierce.

Ling Yu's footwork did not stop, his speed did not decrease, and his shallow sword qi spread out with the swing of the stone sword, and the arc spread.

Such a shallow sword aura, although it was not enough to hurt people, but vaguely, Ling Yu also mastered the magic of swordsmanship.

The hours passed like flowing water, on the cliff, a person swung a sword, and the already broken gray robe was soaked with sweat, and Ling Yu's whole person seemed to be fished out of the water.

In the process of swinging the sword, sweat dripped and it was not until the last trace of strength in his body was squeezed out that Ling Yu was quite unwilling to put down the stone sword in his hand, and sat down heavily on the ground, breathing rapidly.

The Yuan Force around his body surged, Ling Yu propped up his tired body and sat cross-legged, accompanied by the movement of the handprint.

Absorb the vitality between heaven and earth, between heaven and earth, bit by bit, condense towards Ling Yu, like a mist like a cloud, hovering around Ling Yu's body, following his snort, and drilling into his body.

On the surface of Ling Yu's body, the Yuan Force overflowed, and there was a faint black light shimmering, this was a dark light, it was the power of the demon body, and it had been slightly integrated into it.

After a long period of absorption, Ling Yuyuan was full of strength, and vaguely, he reached a full state, and he was tired.

Ling Yu's eyes opened, clear and clear, Yuan Li converged, Huo Ran got up, got up, twisted his body, his muscles and bones sounded together, there was a clear sound, this cultivation has gained a lot.

As soon as the footsteps were horizontal, the strong wind swept and the stone sword that fell into the ground, suddenly, the earth shook, the stone sword was thrown, and it turned around Ling Yu's wrist, and the white palm shook and was firmly held in his hand.

Without the slightest pause, Ling Yu was not in a hurry or impatient, and continued to wave the stone sword in his hand, his face was cold, as if he was far from satisfied with his cultivation like this.

In the highest place in the clouds, in the mist, a graceful figure loomed, long eyelashes blinked, a touch of approval flashed in his eyes, and the sword was broken in black, with a proud face.