Without those clouds and mist that suppressed cultivation, Ye Feng walked very fast, and in less than a moment, he returned to the nine hundred steps, and the person still did not move, as if he was floating there for eternity, like a guardian of Qingyun Road, no one was allowed to go up. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"It's nine hundred steps again, will Ye Feng go up?" asked Liao Qingyi to himself.

The night battle stopped practicing the axe, and his eyes looked at the mountains and rivers.

Guihai is still squatting on the ground, looking at the mountains and rivers, with a lot of thoughts.

As for Xinyu, his eyes have never left the mountains and rivers, he can see Ye Feng's movements at this time, and his palms are still sweating. One can imagine how nervous he was.

Ye Feng saw that this person did not move, and he was not in a hurry, after all, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can not be defeated in a hundred battles.

"Try again. Ye Feng swung over with one sword, and there were two more swords, under the control of his divine sense, waiting for an opportunity to move.

This sword stabbed at the man's head, Ye Feng wanted to see if he avoided this sword or not.

"Disturb the Goddess Sleeper, die!" is still the same sentence, but the difference is that Ye Feng's sword, the person avoided it.

"Okay, it turns out that the flaw is in your head. Ye Feng, the sword blade turned, and then attacked the person's head, the sword light was cold, bringing up pieces of sword shadows.

The man kicked over again, and Ye Feng was not surprised or happy, because this was the moment he was waiting for.

"Go. Ye Feng turned around to avoid this volley, and then the two swords of the Divine Sense Imperial Sense went straight to the head of this strange person, the sword in his hand, the sword intent was endless, and the sword momentum was even more boundless, in Ye Feng's cognition, one of these three swords must have a sword that can stab the opponent's head.

Ye Feng was secretly frightened, because the man did not dodge again, but kicked again, really quietly, Ye Feng now has two choices, retreat or fight, but he doesn't want to retreat, because the three swords have already gone out, and the swords will not return.

"Come on, wound for wound. Ye Feng roared, he was ready to smash this kick hard, one kick for a sword, this is a thing that will not lose no matter how you look at it, but he knows that his chances of winning are very small, because the person on the other side can no longer be called a "person", it is too weird.

The sound of "whoosh" breaking the air sounded. He was kicked out, Ye Feng didn't know if his two swords had stabbed the person, but this kick was unusually strong, and the strength was surprisingly large, and he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood in the air, and the sword in his hand had not touched the other party at all.

It was still the tip of the sword on the ground, relieving the impact of this foot, and in the end, it was impossible to avoid falling heavily on the ground, Ye Feng was not in a hurry to get up, he was thinking, on this Qingyun Road, whether anyone could see him, after all, as one of the three major sects of Tianyun, who knows how many unpredictable existences.

"As a last resort, it seems that we have to use that trick, first restore my senses. Ye Feng again, his divine sense sank into the fingers, there is no doubt that this time he failed again, this waykeeper is too weird, as if no one is allowed to pass.

This also made Ye Feng feel a sense of frustration in his heart, because he felt that since this Qingyun Sect was so difficult to get to, he was already the second time, what about those who went up for the first time? How powerful should that be? But he didn't know that he was the second person on the Qingyun Road to reach such a height after a thousand years.

Ye Feng wanted to recover, try one last time, exhaust all means, and finally play, if he couldn't pass, then he couldn't force it, but it was only three, think about it, after all, this Qingyun Sect didn't want to accept a person who had climbed Qingyun Road a few times, right? He thought so in his heart.

"Pouring immortals, one sword is stained with blood, and nine swords seal immortals. The voice exploded in Ye Feng's mind, just like the "Breaking the Army Slash" given by the Supreme Sword Code for the first time, a golden villain slowly emerged, and then he practiced the sword style, it should be the so-called "Falling Immortal Decision" is correct, how dare Ye Feng slack off, let go of his ecstatic heart, stood up, and practiced one sword at a time.

After a long drought and a rainy day, it can be said that it is not bad at all, Ye Feng has only practiced "Qingfeng Yin" since he was a child, and he was fortunate to get the supreme sword code given by the ancestor of the sword, and he was very happy at that time, but this sword code does not seem to be able to be controlled by him, and it is not enough to cultivate, but this supreme sword code can give him unexpected surprises every time, and the swordsman loves two things in his life, one is the sword, and the other is the swordsmanship.

And the people on the Qingyun Sect who were staring at the mountains and rivers seemed to have guessed Ye Feng's result this time, and it was no surprise to think about it, and a group of people from the mountain also came up, but they were all detained outside the law enforcement hall, and they were not even allowed to approach Qingyun Road.

There is also a person in the Law Enforcement Hall, that is the genius of Confucianism, "Wu Haitao", who still looks uninhibited, he doesn't know where to move a stool, and sits in front of the three giants of the Law Enforcement Hall with his legs crossed, that is, in the lobby.

Aomichiko didn't seem surprised by this.

Qing Yunzi didn't blame him when he saw this, but the old face smiled, took a sip of tea, and said with a smile: "You are better than your master, he doesn't dare to be so presumptuous in front of me, you are better than your father, and he won't be so presumptuous in front of me." ”

Qing Chengzi continued: "Confucianism and my Qingyun Sect are one of the three major sects, your father is the Chinese Marquis of the current dynasty, you are a genius of Confucianism, so so, why?" Qingchengzi shook his head after speaking.

Wu Haitao gently shook his fan and replied: "My master is not presumptuous in front of the old hall master, because he is twenty years younger than you, the master often says that he respects the old and loves the young, my master is open-minded, I might as well too! My father, as a Wenhou, is a face-loving person, speaking of him, I am not convinced, I, Wu Haitao, is a genius of Confucianism? Then naturally I should marry you Qingyun Goddess, I don't know if the three old hall masters understand? Maybe you know?"

"Haha, this kid, it is said that when Wenhou was not a person in the court before, he was also so debauched. Qing Daozi laughed.

"Nian Zhen is on it, since you are so infatuated, go ahead. Qing Yunzi pointed to the point on the mountain and river plate.

"Qingyun Road? I am here, and I said that I will come to Qingyun to write poems for you this year, how can I break my promise. Wu Haitao strode out, ready to climb this Qingyun Road and see the Qingyun Goddess.

"This kid, hmph, wait for these three big competitions to tell them to beat me hard!" Qingyunzi said angrily.

“... Qingyun Sect can beat him no more than three, right?" Qingchengzi's voice sounded.

"Can you beat it, you only know when you beat it, it's even more arrogant than his father. Qing Daozi said angrily, and then said, "Can he go up? This sword cultivator has taken two hundred steps back, why is this?"

"I don't know. ”

"Why is this mountain and river plate getting better and better?"

The voices of the two sounded, bringing infinite emotion, they were once so young.

"Still can't go up?" asked Ying Shuntian to himself.

There are three peaks on the Qingyun Sect, and on one of them, a voice exploded, "I hate sword cultivation. ”

"The Son of God is out," someone said happily.

"One sword is stained with blood, and nine swords seal immortals. Ye Feng roared at the sword duel and stepped up again, he only learned a little bit of these nine swords now, but he couldn't wait any longer, he wanted to wait until the sword move was completed?

I'm afraid that time waits for no one, if the clouds and mist condense again, and the cultivation is suppressed again, in that case, there will be no chance, so Ye Feng once again crossed the sword, in his heart, he only has this one chance, the winner is the king, and the loser is Kou!

On the nine hundred steps, Ye Feng looked at it, the strange "person" was still standing on that step, not advancing a point, not retreating a point, as if he had never moved in the past thousand years, the whole person was lifeless, floating in the air, like a ghost, only when people came to him and tried to cross him, he would react.

Ye Feng looked at the two swords that fell to the ground, he didn't know what to think, he knew that this person's flaw was somewhere on his head, because of that sword, this person avoided it, why should he avoid it? Because of the flaw, three swords are not enough, what about three thousand swords?

Although it is said that Ye Feng's divine sense cannot control so many swords, those swords have their own sword intent, and since they are the last game, then there is no longer any need to keep the hole cards.

"Sword out!" The swords in the wrench came out one after another, and then gathered together, and the sword intent was monstrous.

The swordsmanship given by the Supreme Sword Dictionary is extraordinary, after all, it is written by the real first person in the way of the sword, Feng Immortal may sound arrogant, but Ye Feng knows that Feng Immortal may really be nothing to Sword Phoenix Heaven.

"Come on!" Ye Feng swung his sword, his sword moves were simple and vigorous, and there were almost no flaws. The long sword opened and closed widely, and the momentum was majestic, and seeing that the person was attacking with another kick, Ye Feng immediately retreated, and a little cold star appeared on the tip of the sword, heading towards the person's head.

The man still didn't move, Ye Feng carefully dodged his kick, the sword momentum was still unabated, and he galloped away, Ye Feng knew that the biggest advantage he took was that the person couldn't move, and he hadn't moved his hand until now, just occasionally kicked a few times, after the first two times, he could no longer have the idea of struggling with a kick, and if he kicked it, he would have to withdraw far away, which would only increase.

This person did it, this was the first time he made a move, and then he clenched his hand into a fist and struck at Ye Feng's sword.

Ye Feng didn't want to collide with him, so he forcibly changed his moves, and stabbed at the man's head again from a tricky angle, although the three thousand swords did not attack at this time, but the sword intent was unbridled, and it seemed to have an impact on that person, which caused his punches to be much slower, and they were not flexible, as if he was kicking, punching was just a physical reaction, and there was no consciousness.

"It's up to the sword. Ye Feng thought in his heart, he had just learned the Nine Swords, this was the last sword, and he felt that if the Nine Swords were coherent, it would be very similar to a formation.

Sure enough, this person didn't avoid it, and still punched it out, but it hit the air, and with a "sizzle", Ye Feng's sword passed through the person's head, and then the person disappeared, as if it had never existed, Ye Feng also breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled comfortably, he knew that this was definitely not a person, compared to the words of a person, this was more like a ghost without thinking, after a lot of hardships, he could finally ascend to this Qingyun Sect, how could he not be happy.

"Can you finally go up?" Ye Feng withdrew the three thousand swords and stepped again, and those retreating clouds and smoke condensed again.

The disciples of the outer sect looked at the disappearing points of light on the mountains and rivers, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and there were people below who began to climb the Qingyun Road, and the non-Qingyun Sect disciples were none other than the Confucian genius Wu Haitao.

"Pro. Wu Haitao shook the folding fan lightly and stepped on it in one step.

"The madman is here in Qingyun Sect again. The man spoke the first thought of the people, but no one echoed him.

Everyone was in shock for a long time and couldn't extricate themselves, today's impact is too big for them, someone has completed the whole process of Qingyun Road, this is a big event, but also a miracle.

And Ye Feng also finished the whole journey, when he happily stepped on the last step, it was refreshing, looking at this pavilion in the air, he knew that this was not Qingyun Sect, there was a plaque in the middle of the pavilion, and there were three words on the plaque, "Tianxuan Palace." ”

In the Qingyun Sect, everyone was shaken, and no one could ignore this scene, just because this was the first person to complete the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps in a thousand years.

"Sanctify this matter. Ying Shuntian laughed heartily.

"Yes. Leng Feng still replied meticulously.

More people felt surprise, disbelief, and anger followed. "How can Jian Xiu go all the way, even if so, what can he do?"

Qingyun Road Ye Feng has already finished, but this storm of Qingyun Sect has just begun.