At the same time as Lingyun's swordsmanship is making rapid progress, Nie Feng is also under the strong pressure of Lingyun's swordsmanship's continuous improvement, and his comprehension of the Wind God Leg is becoming more and more profound, and the potential he is constantly squeezed out by Ling Yun, although he can let Ling Yun, who is also familiar with the Wind God Leg, draw inspiration from it and use it for his own use, but in the final analysis, the biggest beneficiary is Nie Feng himself. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I have to say that Nie Feng, a natural wind, is indeed ridiculously compatible with the wind god's legs, or it is more suitable in this world where no one can surpass it. If it is said that Ling Yun has achieved a 100% fit with this set of legs through his own continuous efforts and after concentrating on his perception of the wind. Then the fit between Nie Feng and Fengshen's legs is two hundred percent, and it is innate!

If there is really no comparison, there is no harm, and when compared, Ling Yun was suddenly full of trauma, full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Being in the game, Nie Feng, who clearly felt the continuous improvement of his leg technique, was also overjoyed, and he fought with Ling Yun more and more hard.

In this way, what should have been a decisive battle between life and death, survival of the fittest, has evolved into a friendly exchange between the two and the two, and the two even faintly have a feeling of seeing each other and hating each other.

The battle between the two lasted from dusk to late at night, and from late night to dawn the next day.

And each other, they have gained a lot from this battle, which has laid a foundation for more martial arts cultivation in the future.

Just as Ling Yun was fighting and wanted to keep fighting like this, until he was happy, Nie Feng suddenly attacked a few times, followed by a flash of his figure, and the whole person had withdrawn from the three zhang away.

Don't fight?

Ling Yun is having a good time fighting at this time, and I believe that Nie Feng, whose strength is also in a state of continuous improvement, should not be willing to easily end this battle that is beneficial to everyone!

Ling Yun made a casual move, withdrew his two auxiliary swords, and looked at the other party with puzzled eyes, only to find that Nie Feng was already hunched at this time, his hands were on his knees, and he was panting heavily, looking like he was exhausted and his body was hollowed out.

Seeing Nie Feng's appearance, Ling Yunden suddenly realized that it was not that Nie Feng didn't want to continue fighting, but that he couldn't fight anymore.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, this is a reasonable thing, although Nie Feng's talent is high, but now he is only in the realm of acquired Dacheng and has not yet reached the congenital level, so naturally he will not be able to achieve endless skills. And in the fierce battle the night before, Ling Yun was fighting Nie Feng with his own strength, the consumption was very small, it was simply his own cultivation was innate, of course, the internal force could be endless, and the qi veins were long, but Nie Feng was trying his best to squeeze his potential to fight with Ling Yun, under such a high-intensity battle, it was not only commendable but a miracle to be able to hold on until now.

If it weren't for Nie Feng's extraordinary talent and martial arts thinking, just this kind of extreme squeezing would have squeezed him dry, completely exhausted and refined...... So why are they all dying!?

Ling Yun even felt that as long as he continued to learn from Nie Feng, it would only be three or five days at most, and his swordsmanship would definitely be able to improve again, in view of this, someone certainly didn't want to miss this opportunity, and immediately proposed: "Wind Hall Master, if you're not afraid of me being poisoned, why don't you stay and have a light meal, and then continue this unfinished battle?" ”

But as soon as his words came out, his face suddenly became a little helpless, and Nie Feng also had a sense of it, and the two of them looked out of the courtyard gate together.

But I saw a man in yellow with a calm bearing, standing proudly outside the gate, his eyes fell on Ling Yun, who had a steady breath in the courtyard, and Nie Feng, who was almost out of strength, and his face couldn't help but change slightly.

"Big brother." Seeing the man in yellow who appeared outside the courtyard, Nie Feng, whose breath was slightly calmer, immediately took the initiative to say hello.

can be called senior brother by Nie Feng, when today, there is only Qin Shuang, the master of the Tianshuang Hall in the world.

Qin Shuang's gaze was already focused on Ling Yun at this moment, his body suddenly moved, and he had already rushed over like a cannonball, and his right hand blasted out with a punch, directly attacking Ling Yun's face.

It is the first form of the Heavenly Frost Fist - Wind and Frost!

For Qin Shuang, Ling Yun didn't have much interest, let alone give preferential treatment like Nie Feng. At this moment, seeing that the other party took the lead, even if it was a kick of "strong grass in the wind", it seemed to be an understatement, but it hit the most prosperous place of Qin Shuang's fist.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, Qin Shuang's whole body retreated sharply at the same speed as when he came, and while he was trying to stand firmly, he was surprised to find that he had been swept out of the door by Ling Yun's kick, and the place where he landed was exactly where he stood before he made a move.

What a strong skill, what a subtle control!

At the same time, Qin Shuang's fighting spirit was not enough, and a layer of frost suddenly condensed on his right forearm, which became extremely dazzling under the morning sun, but this was not a sign that he intended to use the Heavenly Frost Fist, but ...... Instead, it was the strength of Tianshuang's fist, which was forced back into the body by Ling Yun's innate skill.

"Big brother!" Seeing this, Nie Feng was in a hurry, and hurriedly unfolded his body to Qin Shuang's side, and asked with concern, "You don't care, right?" ”

Qin Shuang shook his head slightly, and with a spit out of his internal force, he had already shaken off all the frost on his arm, and his gaze fell on Ling Yun again, and he had become extremely dignified: "This person didn't want to hurt me, otherwise the blow just now would be enough to hit me hard." After speaking, he hugged his fist at Ling Yun and said, "Qin Shuang, thank Your Excellency for your mercy." ”

Nie Feng also came to his senses at this time, and looked at Ling Yun's gaze again, and he had already seen something different.

The master has made a move, he knows the subtleties, he knows the advantages and disadvantages, and the young man who has fought with him all night before his feelings, his real combat power is like this, so before, he should have suppressed his own skill cultivation and had a simple trick competition with himself?

What a boy!

Although Nie Feng is easy-going by nature, he has been blessed with a unique talent since he was a child, and he has always maintained a potential pride in his martial arts talent. When I saw it today, I knew that there was a sky outside the sky, and there were people on people. Looking at the vastness of martial arts, his talent is not enough to be proud of!

"Master has an order, so I will quickly summon you back to the World Society, and all the previous orders and tasks will be terminated." After speaking, Qin Shuang's gaze fell on Ling Yun in the courtyard, and said in a deep voice: "Of course, whether we can leave today or not depends on what this Ling Yun Gongzi means." ”

"The two of them came to Ling's humble house, they were Ling's distinguished guests, and they went to stay as they wished, Ling had no intention of hindering them, but they ...... If I'm not in a hurry, I'd be more than happy to entertain a bowl of somen noodles, and the master of the Fengtang accompanied Ling to play all night and entertain a breakfast, but it was the right thing. Ling Yun didn't care about the two of them, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Xiongba wants to borrow a knife to kill someone, but I'm not in the mood to follow his wishes." ”

"Borrowing a knife to kill someone?" Qin Shuang frowned when she heard this, and asked in a deep voice.