He thought about it in his heart, and then let go of his thoughts.

He picked up the steel knife and began to practice the Wind Knife Technique as usual, and now his Wind Knife Technique had already entered the room, only to see the sword light flickering around him, the figure was blurred, and a trace of transparent knife qi extended out of the knife half an inch long, and it was the knife that appeared.

Under normal circumstances, only a strong person at the Xuan level can use it, but through the secret technique, it can make a mortal-level master, or a strong person at the peak of the mortal-level, use this ability. However, the power between the two is very different. At best, the blades of mortal-level powerhouses are just the release of spiritual power, while the Xuan-level powerhouses are released by spirit yuan, one is done at will, and the other needs to be used through secret techniques.

But Ahan suddenly stopped practicing.

For some reason, every time he used the Tempest Knife Technique, he always felt as if he couldn't bring out the true power of the Tempest Knife Technique.

Although he was wielding a knife, it was more like a wild dance. It's fast, but it's lost a sense of vividness.

Tempest Knife Technique! Wind! Wind! He suddenly thought of the wind!

The wind, sometimes gentle as the sunny wind in March, seems to be the touch of a lover; At times he is manic and tyrannical, like a god who destroys everything.

And the wind knife method, hence the name, the knife method is like a wind. It should have the momentum of destroying everything like a violent wind. Presumably, the creator of this sword technique also comprehended it according to the characteristics of the wind.

But his knife does not have the slightest charm of the wind, it seems to be as fast as lightning, but it is like a group of demons dancing wildly.

At this time, he looked at the storm of destruction around him, this strange storm was raging in this space, and it seemed that there was no power at all to stop its will, and if it was blocked, it would be destroyed! Any power that is in front of him will tremble.

His eyes lit up, and he felt in his heart that if he could simulate this momentum of destroying everything, then his sword technique would enter a realm that he had never entered before.

His heart calmed down, and he sat on the ground, his eyes carefully observing a terrifying storm.

The storm rumbled, and every wisp of wind was moving in a disorderly and high-speed manner, and the naked eye could not catch it at all, and he could only see the air masses in the storm, which were surging rapidly. They don't seem to have any rules, and every movement is inscrutable, but they faintly show a sense of harmony, as if a mysterious force is faintly controlling them.

Arhan didn't give up, staring at the storm without blinking, and gradually his eyes lost focus, and two huge storms were rolling and churning in his eyes.

At this time, he suddenly stood up, and the steel knife in his hand waved unconsciously, each swing was extremely slow, as if he was doing slow motion. He slashed with a knife in the east and a knife in the west, and there was no discipline between the knives, as if he was playing childish.

As time went on, his knife skills became more and more chaotic, but his speed became faster and faster. Each knife was as fast as lightning, but silent, as if it melted into the air.

Slowly, a breeze blew around him, and the wind became stronger and stronger, and it seemed to be faintly in line with the knife technique. At the same time, a momentum rose from him, very faint, but with a hint of the destructive aura peculiar to this storm. The spirit of the whole body completely blended into the surrounding environment at this moment.

I don't know how long it took, his eyes regained their clarity, the knife in his hand paused slightly, and this momentum disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

With a trace of confusion in his eyes, he carefully recalled everything just now, he seemed to have comprehended something remarkable just now, but when he thought about it carefully, there was no trace.

He showed a hint of annoyance, and according to the vague impression in his mind, he slashed at the air again and again, but he could no longer feel the feeling he had just now.

After he vented, his mood calmed down again, since he could use the first time, then naturally he could use the second time, the third time, until he finally mastered this momentum.

He sat down again and continued to observe the storm around him, and after one experience, he knew exactly how to comprehend that realm.

For five days in a row, in addition to the daily mudra and spiritual power cultivation, he had been observing the storm, although that kind of epiphany did not enter again, and the power of the land that attracted heaven and earth did not appear again, but the comprehension of the Tempest Sword Technique became deeper and deeper.

Ahan looked at the timer, and counted the time outside, it was almost evening. He also ended this cultivation, picked up the steel knife, jumped into the largest whirlpool with ease, and appeared outside in an instant.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and his body remained motionless.

The entrance to the cave was very quiet, pitch black, and only some glowstones on the walls emitted some faint light, which dotted the hall with strange light, like a ghost cave. The light here was faint, but it wasn't a problem for Ahan, whose eyes now had the ability to see at night, even when it was pitch black, as if it were day.

He saw a creature the size of a puppy flash away in a corner of the hall, then ducked behind a rock and stared at him.

The creature was pitifully small, less than half a meter, but Ahan didn't dare to be careless. He found that he had a feeling of fear in his heart. His whole body was stiff and motionless, lest he provoke the hostility of the other party. In his heart, he calmly contemplated the storm space, and as soon as the mirror appeared, he immediately entered the space.

A creature like this that could force fear in his heart was not something he could handle, even if it seemed so small.

However, Ahan's sudden appearance just now obviously startled it, and it tried its best to hide its body under the rock, revealing only two eyes that seemed to be transparent crystals, and its body was actually trembling.

"The creature is terrifying itself?" Ahan was a little puzzled.

After discovering this phenomenon, he immediately dispelled the idea just now.

As soon as the other party is timid, Ahan is bold. It seems to be the nature of every creature to bully the weak and fear the hard, and so does Ahmp. After seeing that the other party was afraid of himself, his face was relieved. The thoughts of fear in my heart were greatly diminished.