Call......

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Feng Ling woke up from his cultivation state, and it had been ten days since he broke into the Nine Dragon Tower, and in these ten days, many clansmen had taken a big turn in their attitudes towards him, and they were very in awe of him.

Therefore, in these ten days, Feng Ling is the most relaxed in so many years.

After ten days of cultivation and conditioning, his cultivation was truly stable in the Triple Heaven of the Warrior Realm, and now he was the first person of the younger generation of the Wind Clan.

After going through so many things, Feng Ling felt more and more the importance of cultivation.

In this continent where the weak eat the strong and strength is respected, only with strength can you have the right to speak, and only by cultivating to be strong enough can you protect the people you care about.

After seeing the facts clearly, Feng Ling decided that he must make himself stronger, his current cultivation is far from enough, and until now, he has not walked out of Martial Emperor City to take a look outside.

The outside world is big and exciting, and there are countless amazing and glamorous people, maybe it's time to check it out!

If you want to go all over the continent, you have to have enough strength, so Feng Ling did not completely relax himself, but cultivated more diligently.

He was recognized by the Wind Emperor Sword, and with the Wind Emperor Sword, there was no wall that did not leak the wind, and someone in the outside world must have more or less known a little bit of the situation.

Mu Xiu will urge him in the forest, and he understands the truth that the husband is not guilty, and he understands the truth of his guilt.

Therefore, the road of cultivation in the future is still very long, and he can't relax, seeing that many people in the clan who care about him see that he has been recognized by the Wind Emperor Sword, their eyes are hot, and they have great expectations for him.

In the early morning, when the sky was just slightly bright, Feng Ling took Meng Yirou and walked towards a valley, which was the place where Meng Yirou taught him the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique.

When the two of them came to the valley, the rich aura gathered and a waterfall poured down like a swimming dragon, which made them very satisfied.

The purpose of coming to the valley this time was to consolidate the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique and try to cultivate the Phantom Sword Technique and the Outer Heaven Flying Immortal Sword Technique.

"Wind and Thunder Sword Technique......"

Now that Feng Ling has the Wind Emperor Sword, it's time to improve his swordsmanship.

He exhaled slowly, his eyes closed, thinking back to comprehending the mystery of the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique, and after a while, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Suddenly, a terrifying sword aura came out from the Wind Emperor's sword, like a sleeping dragon awakened, and the boulder in front of it shattered.

This movement, even Feng Ling didn't expect it, and Meng Yirou, who was contacting the Flying Immortals outside the sky, was also stunned, she had practiced the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique for a long time, but she had never made such a big movement.

Feng Ling changed the place, came to the waterfall, raised the Wind Emperor Sword, and compared the first style of the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique.

Suddenly, the waterfall that went down the trend continued to roll along the sword qi of the Wind Emperor Sword. The Wind Emperor Sword was like a ribbon pulling the waterfall, and the water columns were guided by the Wind Emperor Sword and hit the pebbles not far away, and the stones suddenly exploded and splashed.

At this moment, the Feng Ling that Meng Yirou saw not far away was like a cold sword light faintly emerging from the scabbard, so that people almost didn't dare to look at it directly.

"Could this be the power of the Wind Emperor's sword? The same set of swordsmanship, different weapons and different people, but the power displayed is different. Meng Yirou muttered.

In front of the waterfall, Feng Ling raised the Wind Emperor Sword in his hand again, came directly to the waterfall, and let the waterfall impact his body, and he also struggled to demonstrate the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique to compete with the waterfall.

This waterfall poured down from a height of thousands of meters, and the impact was huge, Feng Ling gritted his teeth, wanting to stay under the waterfall for a while longer, so as to hone his body and cultivate the Wind Thunder Sword Technique.

"Boom ......"

"Lean ......"

"Boom ......"

"......"

Feng Ling gritted his teeth and wanted to be tempered and practice the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique under the waterfall, but the impact of the waterfall was too great, and he couldn't hold on for long, and he was washed down in the waterhole.

Using the Wind Emperor Sword to delay the Wind Thunder Sword Technique, it feels completely different from the effect of using branches instead of trees before.

The Wind Emperor Sword itself contains a domineering sword aura, and if Feng Ling can master the sword intent of the Wind Emperor Sword for his own use, the power will definitely be incomparably great.

However, Feng Ling has tried many times, and the sword intent of the Wind Emperor Sword is currently beyond his control, and it is impossible to comprehend and display it by himself.

The sword intent of the Wind Emperor Sword only automatically appeared twice on the day Feng Ling broke into the Nine Dragon Tower, and then it was never displayed again, which made Feng Ling a little puzzled.

The days passed in a flash, and in the past ten days, Feng Ling and Meng Yirou continued to practice swordsmanship.

Feng Ling was washed down by the waterfall and got up again, repeatedly, with small injuries.

'Boom......

The sound of a huge waterfall sounded again in the valley, and under the huge impact, a young man was gritting his teeth, holding a long sword in his hand, constantly slashing at the torrent in front of him, and every time he swiped, there would be countless splashes.

Feng Ling bent his legs and stood on the boulder below the waterfall, letting the waterfall impact on him, wielding the Wind Emperor Sword to practice the Wind Thunder Sword Technique.

On the surface of Feng Ling's body, whenever there is a flow of water from above, there will be a cyan aura on the surface of the body to form a thin barrier to block the impact of the water flow.

Therefore, the current wind Ling can hold out under the waterfall for a while.

The Wind Emperor Sword kept comparing the moves of the Wind and Thunder Sword Duel, and these moves were not as rusty as before in the ten days of continuous practice.

"Qiang Qiang ......"

"Boom ......"

After another ten days, Feng Ling can stay under the waterfall for a long time, and the Wind Emperor Sword can practice the Wind Thunder Sword Duel, and he can do whatever he wants.

"Boom la la ......"

At this time, I saw a huge waterfall pouring down, within a radius of ten meters from Fengling, there was very little water flowing down, and the huge waterfall, blocked by the sword qi of the Wind Emperor, rushed towards all directions.

Wherever the water arrived, the stones exploded instantly, and the birds and beasts in the mountains and forests, seeing such a scene, fled into the distance, such a momentum was too domineering.

Water is the softest and hardest, and the flow of water at this time can be guided by the Wind Emperor's sword qi to penetrate the stone, and if you cultivate to the extreme, you may be able to penetrate everything.

Feng Ling was very satisfied when she saw this effect, and Meng Yirou, who was not far away, had already stopped, looking at Feng Ling blankly, like a little fan girl.

Feng Ling once again used the aura of his whole body, and the Imperial Spirit Jue concentrated the aura on the Wind Emperor Sword, combined with the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique, and slashed towards the waterfall again.

"Boom ......"

Suddenly, the huge waterfall that poured down from a height of thousands of meters suddenly disappeared, and Feng Ling and Meng Yirou both shook for a moment, and then poured down from a height of thousands of meters.

"Wow......" Meng Yirou directly showed a look of shock.

After repeating this over and over again, they finally knew that it was Feng Ling who had practiced the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique to the state of perfection, and the sword qi directly knocked the waterfall back thousands of meters and flowed back down again.

"Finally practiced ......," Feng Ling was very satisfied.

"Wow...... Young master, it turns out that you are a genius!" "I have already practiced it, but I don't have such great power.

"Hehe, the Wind Emperor Sword is really a good sword. ”

Feng Ling stopped cultivating and came to Meng Yirou, his clothes soaking wet.

"Ah...... Young master, you ......" Meng Yirou's little face turned crimson, and she hurriedly turned around, took out a piece of clothing from the spirit ring and handed it to Feng Ling.

"Forehead ......"

At this time, Feng Ling found that his upper body, his clothes were tattered, and the most important thing was that he was drenched with water, as if he was wearing a layer of tulle, and the bronzed skin inside was clearly visible.

Feng Ling smiled awkwardly and hurriedly put it on, at this time, he found that his body had become stronger and stronger under the tempering of the waterfall for so many days, and his muscles were as hard as iron.

The two of them brought a firewood and two wild ducks, and sat down by the fire to rest, and the fire leaned against the wild ducks.

After Feng Ling dried his clothes, he sat cross-legged and looked towards his spiritual palace.

"Golden Dragon......

In the nine-colored jade plate in the Feng Ling Ling Palace, the small sapling grew taller, not as delicate as before, and next to the small sapling, a golden little divine dragon circled, as if sleeping.

"This ...... Could it be the sword intent of the Wind Emperor Sword? How did it run into my Spirit Palace, it seems to be going to live forever!"

Feng Ling was a little frightened, but he knew very well that the power of the little golden divine dragon was terrifying and fast.

I remember that on the day he broke into the Nine Dragon Tower, the Great Elder was attacked, injured and vomited blood, but the Great Elder was a strong man in the Martial Spirit Realm!

If you make the little Shenlong unhappy and bump into your own spirit palace at will, maybe your spirit palace will be abolished and become a real waste.

"Little ...... Little Dragon Dragon!"

Feng Ling only wanted to communicate with the little Shenlong with his divine sense, but he didn't dare to be careless.

"Go to ...... while you go"

"I'm ...... Cao"

Feng Ling's Divine Sense immediately withdrew, and then took a few steps back beside the fire, and the man fell to the ground on his back.

"What's wrong with the young master?"

Meng Yirou hurriedly put down the roast duck and helped Feng Ling.

"I ...... There is a little golden dragon in my Spirit Palace, and it can speak......"