Three days later, at noon, the sun was hot.

The entire Flowing Flame Mountain was covered with a faint layer of red light, like a flowing flame, dancing in the mountain.

A hundred miles south of the main hall of the Fire Spirit Sect, there is a canyon in the lake, the length and width are only five hundred zhang, and it stands high in the center of the lake, and the terrain is rugged and very steep.

This is Huoyun Gorge.

Awakened from the retreat, Jing Qing followed a man wearing amethyst fire armor to this canyon.

Jing Qing shook his head, sat cross-legged on a piece of bluestone, and carefully looked at the three murals on the rock wall of the canyon that carried the sword intent of Nanming Lihuo.

It is said that it is a mural, but in fact, it is just a few irregular scratches, and the simple figure composed of the painting is extremely rough.

However, Jing Qing stared at the first figure, his eyes did not blink, and he watched with relish.

"What? These three strange things you are looking at? ”

The man smiled gently, dexterously stepped on the water waves, and walked to the front of the mural, and when he moved, there was no smoke and fire.

"I don't understand."

Frowning slightly, Jing Qing replied honestly.

"Then why are you taking it so seriously?"

Touching the stone wall, the rough lines, the man wondered.

"If you can't read it, you have to read it."

Answering casually, Jing Qing continued to put his mind on the mural, but he never knew what to do.

These murals, which are said to carry powerful swordsmanship, are just ordinary scratches, and there is nothing strange about them.

"Huh! It's exactly the same as your master's original answer. ”

With a somewhat nostalgic mutter, the man turned around and left: "Okay, you continue to observe, I'll go first." ”

It's exactly the same as my master's original answer?

Looking at the back of the man leaving, Jing Qing opened his mouth and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"My name is Ming Xu, barely counted, Changlong's old man."

"When I see your master again, say hello to him for me."

Mingxu laughed, and in an instant, he disappeared in place without a sound.

"Such a powerful person, although the Fire Spirit Sect is a small sect, it can't be underestimated."

The left eye opened violently, and the bright blood light suddenly filled the eyes.

Jing Qing instantly caught the aftermath that had not yet dissipated when Ming Xu left, which was a means of moving and moving that burned the entire space through and then repaired it with supernatural powers.

This way of moving is beyond his imagination, impossible to speculate, impossible to understand.

"But thanks to you, I also see the mystery of the mural."

Lowering his head slightly, Jing Qing raised his eyes and looked at the mural.

This eye, it has the ability to see through the falsehood, to see directly into the truth, to face this, through the appearance of the mural, Jing Qing can see its true mystery.

"I didn't expect that those weird lines on the outside, similar to the lines of gods and humanities, are all fooling people."

"The real Nanming Lihuo Sword is in the mural, in the hidden remnants."

With the opening of the supernatural power, the situation in front of Jing Qing also began to change.

The rough and simple figure gradually faded away, replaced by three somewhat abstract humanoid figures holding spirit swords.

The spirit sword in the shadow's hand is constantly distorted, radiating spiritual light, and through the refraction and reflection of light, it manifests a series of unpredictable trajectories, suddenly active, suddenly condensed, like a living thing.

Judging from Jing Qing's current vision, it is clearly a profound and mysterious swordsmanship.

And the sword intent of Nanming Lihuo that Jing Qing wanted to comprehend was hidden in this figure.

Of course, to be precise, this figure is actually a remnant thought, a spiritual object hidden in this stone wall, the Tibetan Stone, and the remnants of the senior monks.

Watching the fluctuation of the sword light, Jing Qing calculated silently in his heart.

Three days later, he suddenly lost the supernatural power in his left eye and grinned.

Drawing his sword and slashing the void sword, Jing Qing swung three swords in a row towards the space in front of him, and a hot artistic conception instantly came out through the sword, dispersing and extinguishing the water vapor from all directions, and the remaining fire will not be extinguished for a long time.

"It's not quite right, although the trend of the sword path is correct, but the expression of the artistic conception is too incomplete, as if the sword intent here is not complete at all."

Jing Qing frowned.

Although it reluctantly urged the artistic conception of this swordsmanship, the swordsmanship seemed to be incomplete, and the part that interpreted the sword intent was only a few paragraphs, and the most critical basic part was blank.

In addition, there are also some methods of luck that conflict with each other and affect the power of swordsmanship.

Although it is said that the whole leopard can be seen at a glance, but the swordsmanship is extremely rigorous, and with Jingqing's current swordsmanship comprehension, it is impossible to complete the swordsmanship according to the remaining part.

If you forcibly cultivate, you will only be led to a fork in the road.

"No wonder the Fire Spirit Sect will regard comprehending this sword intent as an impossible task."

"Such a complex artistic conception is incomplete, even if it takes three or thirty years to be able to understand one-twelfth of the fur, it is enough to make people proud, three months, it is really difficult for a strong man."

Sighing slightly, Jing Qing squinted his eyes, still urging the magic power of his left eye, watching the dynamics of the sword light from his head, and starting to deduce the sword moves again.

This is not just a sword practice, but a major event in Fluttershy's life.

Since the first deduction failed, then the second, the second failed, and there was a third.

No matter how difficult it is, Jingqing will not give up.

Sure enough, when the second deduction was made, some of the subtle deficiencies in the swordsmanship of the first deduction were all exposed.

Jing Qing repaired them one by one, adjusted the trajectory of the sword moves, the changes in the operation of spiritual power, and carefully scrutinized every little detail.

"Zheng!"

Another sword slashed out, and this sword directly triggered all the fire aura in a radius of 100 meters, allowing it to forcibly gather at the blade of the sword, and cut out in an instant.

In an instant, the sword of fire swept out, suddenly penetrating the space of fifty zhang, slashing to the lake not far away, slashing the surface of the water alive, and the endless flames were still roaring in the water.

The monstrous fire seemed to burn the entire lake until it dried up.

"It's still not right, although the power of this sword technique has increased by more than half a time, but in terms of artistic conception, there is no progress, and it can make the flames endless, all maintained by the pure yang artistic conception."

Jing Qing narrowed his eyes and thought to himself.

For a set of swordsmanship that is of a high grade and can reach the highest level.

Artistic conception is the core, and the external use method is just to better show the artistic conception and facilitate learning.

Nanming is away from fire, and the core is a fire word, which is not difficult to guess.

However, there are too many flames in the world, such as yin fire, yang fire, soul flame, poisonous flame, fire in stone, fire in wood, ......, and there are many ways to express themselves, plus mutations and mixes, there are simply too many to count.

Judging from the moves of Nan Mingli's fire swordsmanship, this set of swordsmanship is obviously yang, and it is difficult to see it if it is more specific.

Jing Qing's mind ached faintly, and his long, uninterrupted thinking made his mental strength seriously depleted.

Frowning, Jing Qing stopped contemplating, his mind sank into the sea of blood, and he slashed a hundred beast souls with a sword to replenish the soul power consumption.

With the abundance of soul power, Jing Qing's thoughts, which had become turbid, gradually became clear.

Thinking divergently, some whimsical ideas can't be contained.