86_86259 "One gasification and three clearances? The two of them looked at the rest of the heart in front of them blankly, Siyin once said: The Sanqing Sword Style of Santai Mountain is infinitely wonderful, comparable to the treasure-level skill in the physical arts.

During this time, Siyin was doing the same thing every day, that is, trying to solve this unpredictable swordsmanship, but every time Chu Zhen let her return in vain.

According to her own words, she has already thought of no less than twenty countermeasures, but the Sanqing sword style is unpredictable, and as soon as she thinks of a solution, she will instantly find that the original sword technique itself can also perfunctory more sword styles, which makes her distressed.

Hearing Siyin say that the sword style is good every day, the two of them have long been impatient and eager to try, and today they finally got their wish and can really touch it.

"The so-called one qi is a drum with momentum like a tiger, which is also the key point to support the whole set of sword styles. To put it simply, this set of swordsmanship has no defense, only attack."

Zhixin nodded, and then "bang", the short sword came out of its sheath, like a broken bamboo, a cold light flashed, and the faint mist shrouded her was clearly visible, and several cracks appeared, and they were blown away by the light wind.

"Only offense and no defense?" The two were surprised.

Before, Zhixin swung twice at will from the sheath of the short sword, which seemed to be gentle but cut through the mist around him several times, so you can imagine how profound this set of swordsmanship must be.

"Soft with rigidity, invisible and shadowless. This set of swordsmanship is to rely on his own breath to complete in one go. One clears the soul, the second clears the red dust, and the third clears the avenue" sat up and explained while dancing the sword, and the sword light was overflowing, and the two of them were dazzled.

The chaotic sword style is one move after another, which makes people overwhelmed, and the seemingly gentle flying can sweep the wind and clouds, and the sword qi vortex around the heart is one after another, making it difficult for people to get close at all.

With every light drink of Zhixin, it was accompanied by one sword qi after another, and in the end, it forced the two of them to keep retreating, and finally they were forced to be more than ten meters away, but the strong airflow of the sword qi still made the two of them feel a little pain in their cheeks, and they stared at Zhixin with a look of surprise.

A set of sword dances ended, and as the short sword entered the sheath, the surroundings returned to calm, and at this moment, the morning rising square was still covered by a faint mist, but there was an empty space within ten meters of the center of gravity.

The scary thing is that she has stayed within a meter of her whole time and has never moved!

"Do you see clearly?" He walked to Mu Feng and Qianyi, who were already stunned and speechless, and asked softly.

"I don't know too much," Mu Feng frowned slightly, and shook his head honestly, the sword dance lasted for a total of three or five minutes, as if a fairy descended to earth, it was as obsessive as a fairy, and before he and Qianyi were completely intoxicated by the beautiful sword dance, and they didn't look at the sword style carefully at all.

"Just remember one essential, the Sanqing Sword Style has no defense, only offense, and if you can't solve the enemy in one breath, then you will be unlucky"

Zhixin shrugged his shoulders helplessly, although the mountain breeze was slightly cool, but after a sword dance, Zhixin was already drenched in sweat, and it seemed that the use of these three clear sword styles was not so easy.

It seems to be soft and weak, but in fact, it only relies on the breath in the body to perform one move after another, and the sword skills that are interlocking are really not that simple.

When Mu Feng first saw Shishan Dancing Sword, he thought it was an embroidered pillow that was useless, but when he understood the infinite killing power contained in the Sanqing Sword Style, he had coveted this set of swordsmanship for a long time.

"One breath?" Qian Yi frowned slightly.

"It's just one breath, and it's useless for Sanqing to show it after the qi is dispersed. I can barely hit the Sanqing Sword Style in one breath now, and many of those people can only hit the first two in one breath. If one clear can break a wall, three clear can split a mountain. You have to understand the mystery for yourselves."

Zhixin nodded and replied.

"Can it be understood that fighting is a breath?" Qianyi tried to guess.

"Well, it's like a tiger. There is also this set of swordsmanship has no defense at all, only offensive moves to kill, and the best defense is to attack, so in the future, when you face the enemy, you must not interrupt the sword style because of fear. Zhixin nodded and replied.

"I understand, the big deal is that one life is worth one life and two defeats, as long as you hold your breath and you are not afraid of him, he will be afraid of you. Is that what it means? Masters. ”

Qian Yi was silent thoughtfully, and then suddenly grinned and said.

"It's quite quick to comprehend, yes, that's it, as long as you have this breath, no one is afraid. However, how long you can hold this breath depends on your own cultivation. There are only a handful of people in the Santai Mountains who can fully perform the Sanqing Sword Style, and the more skilled they are, the more amazing the power will be, so you can practice hard from today."

Seeing that the two of them finally comprehended the essentials of the sword style, Zhi Xin was also satisfied with a smile.

The day's practice was finally over, and the two returned to the room, Mu Feng looked at his hands that had been worn out many times, and smiled bitterly.

"I'm so tired, it seems like I can sleep comfortably" As soon as Qianyi came back, he lay on the wooden couch and looked lazy.

"Let's go, don't let Siyin wait" Mu Feng smiled slightly, wrapped his hands in white bandages, picked up the short sword on the table and walked out of the door first, and after a while, there was a sigh of sighing and complaining behind him.

In the grove at night, Siyin held a short sword in his hand, and stood with a relaxed face, sweating and panting, "It's so weak, the Sanqing sword style falling on you is simply an insult to it"

"Eh~ It's not like you don't know that we came into contact with this sword style on the first day, okay?"

Qian Yi replied with an angry glance. Mu Feng is eyes converged and his brows were furrowed, the previous few contacts with Siyin did not use any fancy skills, but he was able to move easily in the flanking attacks of the two, easily resisting any attack and looking so easy.

Obviously, Siyin didn't use any strength, so the main reason was that he didn't fight for himself. Mu Feng saw this, because he was good at thinking instead of blindly making excuses for his failures.

"Old man Chu Zhen told me that the Sanqing Sword Style is all about one breath, looking at you like this now, this breath seems to be giving you a life," Siyin waved his hand helplessly, looking at the two wolves, and replied with an unbearable look.

The hard work of the two during this period of time is obvious to all, especially Siyin, the two of them practiced day and night, and finally had a little frown, Siyin had the intention to give the two of them a holiday, but whenever she saw Mu Feng's resolute eyes that refused to admit defeat, she couldn't help but want to make him give in.

"Come again" Unfortunately, it backfired, Siyin's taunt did not make Mu Feng lose his fighting spirit, his right hand held the short sword inserted in the ground to prop up his body and stood up again, and rushed towards Siyin after shouting.

"Smack~" Don't look at Mu Feng's extremely fast sprint this time, he came to Siyin at a distance of two or three steps from a distance of a few meters, and stabbed out a fierce sword at Siyin's abdomen, but Siyin dodged it flexibly like a sideways man dance at this critical moment, and slapped Mu Feng's back with a backhand.

Mu Feng was slapped to the ground by Siyin, and there was a hot pain in his back, but he still gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground swaying.

"See? But will alone is not enough."

Looking at Mu Feng, who was getting up from the ground with a gray face, a trace of unbearability flashed in Siyin's eyes, but it was quickly disguised by a contemptuous smile, and pointed the tip of his sword at Mu Feng to the side, leaning on a resting tree.

"What's missing?" Mu Feng asked in a deep voice.

"A person will only burst out to his greatest potential when life and death are at stake, and then I will not show mercy, you are careful yourself"

Siyin's eyes were on the side, and as soon as the words fell, a silver light flashed, and the big tree behind Qian Yi was instantly cut off by the sword qi, and the position of the tip of his hair.

The sudden scene frightened Qian Yi and stood up from the ground, and after glancing at each other, he and Mu Feng nodded at each other, and the two of them let out a roar in unison and rushed towards Siyin.

Time passed, and in a blink of an eye, it had been two months since the two of them came to Santai Mountain, hundreds of large and small trees in the woods on the hillside had been broken and crooked, Mu Feng and Qianyi were standing beside Siyin with short swords in their hands, compared to a month ago, the strength of the two of them could be described as coming in by leaps and bounds, especially Mu Feng's previous attack almost injured Siyin.

Mu Feng knew that he didn't have to be Qianyi, he had no life, he could only rely on the only way to improve his physical fitness, and for a whole month, the two of them followed Zhixin day and night, rain or shine, and never stopped at night under Siyin's guidance.

At first, Qianyi complained several times and didn't want to get up, but when he saw that Mu Feng had no signs of wavering from beginning to end, he was probably also infected by him, and he never complained about it anymore, but honestly followed Mu Feng every day and practiced together.

"Yes, I've improved a lot." Looking at his torn clothes, Siyin looked at the two of them with satisfaction and nodded.

"Whew~" Hearing Siyin's praise, the two of them exhaled with relief, and their bodies that were originally standing upright instantly slumped and sat on the ground.

"You're more than what most people on the mountain are."

Siyin didn't continue to embarrass the two, and it was time to relax after two months of practicing to the point that the two of them were tortured.

"But you can't play a full set of Sanqing Sword Styles in one go now, one clear and two clear are just the beginning, and the most terrifying thing about Sanqing Sword Style is the last layer. I still need to practice."

Mu Feng nodded solemnly, he knew that the key to the Sanqing Sword Style was the last layer. If one Qing can be used to kill one person, the second Qing can kill ten people, and the last layer of the Sanqing realm can kill a hundred people in an instant.

But this is not easy, there are only a handful of people in Santai Mountain who have mastered a full set of Sanqing Sword Styles, thinking that those who have been practicing in Santai Mountain for more than ten years since they were children can only use the Liangqing Realm, Mu Feng feels that the last layer of his comprehension seems to be far away