In the face of the increasing power of the spirit level sword technique, the three of Long Ling all changed color. That pale golden light contained extremely terrifying power, and as a seventh-order swordsman, Long Ling also wisely chose to avoid the edge for the time being.

With such an earth-shattering blow, no one is sure of what will happen next! Even if you are lucky enough to take it, you will have to be seriously injured if you don't die, and this is just a sparring, not a life-and-death duel.

Forcefully forced back a few people, a strong pale golden light enveloped the whole body, and the sharp qi on the ball of light became more and more intense, trembling slightly.

"Crush me!" he shouted, and the Shui Han Sword fell with a bang, slamming into the ground. The golden ball of light became more and more radiant, and the white light inside broke through the restraints, shooting out continuously, and finally turned into a blazing white. The ground is like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, directly vaporized, forming a huge crater, and all the stones at the bottom are burned into glass crystals by the blazing force, flashing with light.

Wisps of white smoke rose and enveloped him.

Long Ling couldn't help but swallow his saliva, looking at the five-zhang wide pit on the ground in horror, and the shining crystal color at the bottom deeply stimulated his nerves.

"It's too violent!" A drop of cold sweat slipped from Huang Fei's forehead, and he subconsciously whispered, "This is the Spirit Rank Sword Technique, it's so powerful that it is boundless!"

"I'm afraid, except for the cultivation of the sword master or above, no one can resist!" Long Ling's expression was extremely solemn, and his tone trembled a little.

"He's just a swordsman cultivator!" Jiang Yue's delicate body trembled, and she said the most important point.

Yes, Mo Yun is still just a swordsman! In the realm of swordsmen, he can already laugh at the swordsman, which is really against the sky. No one has ever heard of such perverted strength.

"How embarrassing is this!" Long Ling's tone was lonely and extremely lost.

His indifferent laughter rang in the ears of several people, and they only heard him say slowly: "Since this is the case, then catch up! Only by being proud of the wind and clouds can we live up to this life! If we have lost even our firm belief in cultivation, then what is there to cultivate? You only see my strength, but you don't know the sadness I have paid!"

"Don't let me look down on me, come on, we haven't decided the winner yet!" Shui Hanjian pointed at the three of them one by one, and finally waved it hard, the intention was self-evident.

The three of them have been practicing for more than ten years, and they will not lose confidence because of this blow, and after Mo Yun's words, their beliefs are almost unprecedentedly firm. Isn't their perseverance precisely to control their own destiny?

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Long Ling said: "The blows to me today are too much, it's really unexpected, the little junior brother is really not an ordinary person!"

"Come on, the way of the sword, brave and diligent, the belief will not change, we have never given up! With the sword in hand, everything will not change!" Huang Fei looked extremely serious at the moment, staring at Mo Yun, his eyes were full of excitement, "From you, I see the hope of the True Sword Peak!"

The tone changed, showing a little low: "Maybe one day, junior brother, you will finally set foot on the real peak, we look forward to it! Even if the senior brother is not as good as you, we will not give up, and it is also exciting to be able to chase your footsteps!"

"The pinnacle of the continent?" he remembered his master, Bin Nameless. His old man's cultivation realm is the real immortal powerhouse.

"The pinnacle of the continent, what is there to look forward to! What I want is to step on the world and be proud of the world!" The fighting spirit in his heart was stimulated, and his voice was low and powerful, as if it contained strange magic power, making the light in the eyes of the three of them brighter and brighter.

This is the heart of a child! A passionate ambition with nothing else and a heart for swordsmanship!

The fighting spirit was burning almost frantically, and an unknown flame was burning in his chest, igniting all the blood in his body, as if an ancient beast trapped in his body was slowly waking up. This beast has endless power, making people fight high and fearless of everything.

Huang Fei was the first to change, the momentum of his whole body was almost uncontrollably churning, and the blood and qi around his body lingered, tightly wrapping him. At this moment, he did not have a trace of pain, without a trace of expression on his face, as if he had returned to the original posture of a person, forgetting joy, anger and sorrow, and his mood did not fluctuate without any fluctuations.

Mo Yun understood that this was his senior brother's epiphany, and couldn't help but smile.

On the other hand, Long Ling and Jiang Yue also entered a state of epiphany almost at the same time. Such an opportunity is hard to come by, and it can contribute to a great improvement in strength. I don't have too much envy in my heart, and what I have an epiphany is my brother and sister, what is the difference between my own progress and my own progress.

Shui Han Sword picked up a sword flower and was put away. He sat cross-legged on the ground and protected the Dharma for the three of them. Although it is the peak of the True Sword Peak, no one will disturb it on weekdays, but it is difficult to guarantee that there will be any accidents. Every epiphany is not easy, and once lost, it is a great loss.

Time passed slowly, and Jiang Yue's body was gradually changing. An inexplicable momentum rose up, it was arrogant and indifferent, just like its people. The sword is like its own sword. He knew that his senior sister had comprehended her sword strength and officially stepped into the realm of swordsmen, and her strength had been greatly improved.

Jiang Yue slowly put away her sword true power, her beautiful eyes opened, and a trace of sharp essence flashed, and her temperament became even more cold and arrogant. She nodded slightly at Mo Yun and said coldly, "Thank you, Senior Brother Yun!"

The sword power around Long Ling's body quickly returned to his body and disappeared without a trace. He looked excited, and after letting out a long whistle, he said happily: "Haha~! I have already stepped into the eighth-order swordsman! Junior brother, this time it is thanks to you! Otherwise, I don't know when I will be able to improve!"

"Thick and thin, when you accumulate it, it is naturally the time for promotion! My words, just let them burst out!" Mo Yun shook his head with a smile and replied.

It was only a short time since he came into contact with Long Lingsan, but it was like being together for many years, and he felt the warm current rising from the bottom of his heart. When encountering the Flying Thunder Tiger, it was the Dao Sword Peak Lord and the three elders who exchanged the price of destroying their form and spirit for a glimmer of life. If it weren't for Qiao Zhen and the four of them, he would have died a long time ago, where would there be now.

This is what he owes to Jian Xuanzong! For the sake of a disciple who has just started and does not hesitate to give up his life, how many people can do it? Look at his own family, what has he given him in the past ten years.

He is not ungrateful, but he will repay favors from others.

After a while, the blood qi around Huang Fei's body rolled violently, and his momentum rose sharply by two steps, and the range of blood immediately expanded. He didn't move, slowly put away his strength, and let out a long breath before opening his eyes. Seeing that several people all looked at him, he immediately replied with a smile: "I was careless, and I rushed two steps!"

When Long Ling heard this, he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood. I thought that I had taken advantage of the opportunity of epiphany to step into the eighth-order swordsman, which was already very powerful, but at this moment, I was hit hard.

"Congratulations!" Mo Yun said sincerely.

Huang Fei held the giant sword in one hand and shook his head: "It's all the credit of the junior brother!"

The three of them glanced at each other, and finally looked at him together, the expression on their faces was self-evident, it was the cold Jiang Yue, and there was also a sly smile on the flawless face.

"Isn't it, still coming?" someone wailed.

"Senior brother, we want revenge!" Long Ling said in a loud voice. The three of them who have advanced in strength are full of confidence, and it is no problem to win Mo Yun.

Half an hour later, only Mo Yun was left standing alone. Even the third senior sister, Jiang Yue, was not comfortable at the moment, sitting softly on the ground, her clothes were cut several times by the sword qi, revealing her fair skin. Long Ling and Huang Fei were like a mess of mud, and they could only lie on the spot and breathe heavily. The two of them had bruises on their faces, and they were obviously beaten badly. However, this skin trauma was nothing to the two of them, and they recovered the next day.

The sword true power in the body was depleted, and there was almost no excess strength. In the end, he simply learned from Long Ling and lay down on the ground. The sea of qi in the whole body was wide open, spinning non-stop, and the slightest aura continued to converge, turning into a milky white trickle, and finally pouring into the body.

The transformed power immediately worked in the body, penetrating every meridian and repairing minor injuries. Feeling the bursts of power coming from his body, he clearly felt the growth of the sword's true power.

There was a strong force in his body, and he sat cross-legged on the ground, slowly calming down, absorbing the abundant aura with all his might.

One by one, the spiritual qi swirled around the body, and the phantom of a simple small sword appeared above the head, and the runes on it became clearer and clearer, constantly infusing with power. The sharp aura around his body swallowed and almost all of it turned golden. The sea of qi that had been consumed was also constantly nourished by spiritual power, and it actually expanded a lot.

On the edge of the bamboo forest in the distance, the cold sky thunder was sleepy-eyed, and swept over the four people intentionally or unintentionally. He staggered a few steps, took another sip of wine, and fell to the ground with a pop.

"God treats me well, the hope of the True Sword Peak, and my hope!" The voice became lower and lower, and finally he actually snored and fell into a deep sleep.

Time passed, and Mo Yun opened his eyes again, and the sky was already full of stars. Seeing that the three of them were still immersed in cultivation, they quietly got up and left.

When he first entered the True Sword Peak, he still needed to find his own residence.

All the way to the mountainside of True Sword Peak, I fell in love with a place. There are two tall fir trees with a thickness of two feet, and inside is a spacious stone chamber. Due to the fact that it has been uninhabited for a long time, it is a little more dilapidated, and there was originally a trail, but it was also flooded by some seven or eight years old spirit grass.

It took nearly an hour for Mo Yun to clean up. The stone room was divided into several rooms, and one was chosen to live at random, and then sat down and slowly settled. On the path of cultivation, there must not be a moment of slackness, and this must be kept in mind at all times.

The aura here is not as good as the peak, and the absorption speed is much slower, but for him, the impact is not great.

Although he had just entered the ninth-order swordsmanship, after a great battle, he had just consolidated his strength realm. After another night of cultivation, all that remains is to accumulate strength and prepare to attack the swordman. Only those who set foot on the sword can freely display their sword energy, and the improvement of their strength is definitely not a little bit.

The mind slowly immersed, and the true power of the sword wandered through the body, constantly refining. Soon, it was another roaring aura pouring into the stone chamber and frantically burrowing into the body.

The dull whistling sound was endless, but Mo Yun didn't know it. At this moment, he was surrounded by golden light, like a god descending from heaven, majestic and unparalleled. The phantom of the ancient sword above his head was even more breathtaking, as if it was a power from the ancients, intimidating one side.