With a single sword, Qin Yun headed towards the deeper part of the canyon.

Without Xiao Ming's drag, his forward speed had accelerated a lot, and in the state of opening the Wisdom Heart Bright Little Divine Power, Qin Yun could clearly feel any movement within a range of dozens of steps around him.

Even though the sky is obscured by clouds and mist, and the wind is constant all year round, the depths of the canyon are still a world full of life, with all kinds of plants growing tenaciously on the ground and between the crevices of the rocks, and many seemingly weak huā buds swaying against the strong wind, but never breaking.

The winds in the canyon are very strange, and many of the dark winds blow out of the cracks in the ground, and the different air currents collide with each other, making a shuddering whistle, and sometimes suddenly becoming quiet, which is terrifying.

Qin Yun patiently swam between the rocks, his target was the ink snake lurking in the crevices of the rocks, this rather cunning low-level demon beast was very good at camouflage, and it was not easy for the inexperienced Qin Yun to find their traces.

Shout!

Just as he was getting around a boulder that was in his way, he heard a faint hissing in his ears.

An alarm burst out in his heart, Qin Yun unfolded his body and shifted to the right without hesitation, moving three steps away in an instant.

Laugh at!

A stream of black venom pierced through the remnants he had left behind, striking the rocks behind him, bursting and splashing down on the rocks and surrounding plants, immediately emitting wisps of gray smoke.

Those ground vines splashed with venom quickly withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the rocks were corroded into honeycomb-like holes, and the poison was so strong that Qin Yun broke out in a cold sweat.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the sneak attacker. The other party was lurking under the grass ten steps away, and the mottled shadow was just right to cover its black body, and it also concealed Qin Yun's insight.

It's just that the act of sneak attack made it completely exposed to Qin Yun's sight.

Ink Snake!

The black scale armor that flashed with ghostly light clearly showed its origin, it was exactly the target Qin Yun was looking for, and the venom jet was also one of its killer features.

The ink snake that missed the blow quickly retreated, this low-level demon beast had a certain amount of wisdom. They are good at sneak attacks, but they are afraid of hard fighting, and it is completely instinctive to slip away as soon as they can't take advantage.

Typically, the Ink Snake will have a retreat near the ambush point. It can easily retreat into the crevice of the stone, and the enemies outside can only do nothing about it.

But this ink snake seriously underestimated Qin Yun's speed and reflexes, and before it could retreat into the stone crevice. I saw a sword light flash like lightning, cutting into the dirt in an instant.

Boom!

The energy exploded and overturned the mud and rocks, countless grass blade debris splashed and flew in all directions, and the nearly seven-foot-long ink snake was provoked by the volley!

The panicked Ink Snake struggled to twist its body, its black scales grinding violently and hissing violently, and it opened its mouth to reveal its sharp fangs, biting down on the large hand that was reaching for it.

Click!

Its final fight bite was on the cold blade, and its thin fangs were clearly no match for the hard metal, as it snapped on the spot with too much force.

Qin Yun's left hand accurately choked seven inches!

Since childhood, he has followed the hunters of Shanghunting Village to hunt in the Cloud Mountains. Qin Yun definitely did not lack experience in dealing with snakes, although it was the first time he came to Yinfeng Gorge to capture the ink snake, but after understanding its weaknesses in advance, it was not much difficult to deal with.

The scale armor of the ink snake is very tough, and ordinary swords will not leave any traces when slashed. The mucus oozing from the cracks in the nail piece also made its body slippery, but Qin Yun's hand was firmly locked like an iron pincer, not giving it any chance to escape at all.

The scarlet snake eyes bulged, and the ink snake struggled desperately to wrap around Qin Yun's arm.

But in the case of the key being controlled, its power seems insignificant, and the resistance is becoming more and more powerless. It was as if it had been ripped out of its bones.

Qin Yun did not relax because of this, and only after making sure that the prey in his hand was completely dead, did he untie it and put it in the animal skin pocket prepared in advance.

The ink snake does not have a Neidan, the most valuable thing is its blood, if it is hacked to death with a sword, it will be completely worthless.

After harvesting a complete ink snake, Qin Yun was in a good mood, and the first demon beast he met in the Yin Wind Gorge was the target he wanted, proving that his luck today was very good.

Qin Yun's luck was indeed good, and after walking forward for a while, he found a clump of Huanyang grass growing on the cliff.

The dark golden blades of grass can grow to several feet long according to the year, it grows in the rock crevices where the wind is raging, and the slender blades of grass flutter in the wind like a ribbon.

However, it is not an easy task to collect, the rock wall is not very high, but it is surrounded by large and small wind tunnels, and the chaotic wind and air currents are rushing out of the holes, hitting the rock wall with a loud sound.

If you rashly jump up with the help of light power, the biggest possibility is to be blown out directly by the strong wind current, you must know that in the absence of leverage, even the innate strong may not be able to resist.

Of course, Qin Yun wasn't that stupid, and he didn't have the heart to return the Yang Grass for the time being, because one after another storm beasts were rushing out of the fog barrier in front of him, launching a fierce attack like a tide against him.

Tempest Beasts are the most common low-level demon beasts in the Yin Wind Gorge, their individual strength is not strong, and they have no spell attack ability, but they are superior in number, and they are even more fearless in attacking enemies.

The disciples of the Sword Sect often have to form a team in the Yin Wind Gorge, and the most important reason is that the hordes of Tempest Beasts are extremely difficult to deal with, they have the agility of a leopard and the ferocity of a wolf, and their actions are as difficult as the wind.

Qin Yun didn't expect to face a group of tempest beasts head-on, the other party seemed to be in the process of migration, but since they met head-on, it was an endless ending.

Facing the howling Wind Beast that pounced on, Qin Yun did not have the slightest fear, and the Qinggang Sword in his hand slashed a dazzling golden arc of light, instantly slicing through the bodies of the two demon beasts.

Oh!

The crimson blood fell to the ground along with the beast corpse, Qin Yun plunged into the wolves like a ghost, and the long sword brought up a sword like a swimming dragon, and everywhere he went, there was blood and rain.

His sword technique reached the realm of sword qi perfection, and the sword momentum of the Thunder Xingyun sword technique unfolded, although the number of wind beasts was large, it was simply impossible to get close to the distance of three feet around him, and was easily killed by the sharp sword qi in the terrible howl!

More and more wind beasts surged from the front, and in an instant, a thick layer of corpses was spread on the ground around Qin Yun, and gurgling blood continued to gather together and flow into the cracks in the ground.

The more Qin Yun fought, the more excited he became, and after half a year of penance in the Hancui Valley, he had never fought so happily.

The Xuan Gong was running more and more true qi, and the speed of the sword became more and more fierce and fast, and many wind beasts couldn't even capture Qin Yun's location, only feeling the sword light flashing in front of them, and then they lost consciousness and fell in a pool of blood.

"Hey!"

Qin Yun pierced the head of a storm beast with a sword, and blasted out with a fist in his left hand, shattering the head of another demon beast that rushed in the air, his body revealed a faint red light, and the bone joints of his whole body made a fine explosion.

This is a sign that the power of Jiuyang Xuangong is operating to the extreme!

In the next instant, a cloud of crimson-gold sword light exploded around Qin Yun, and thousands of sword rays shot out in all directions, covering all the beasts within a radius of dozens of steps around him!

The sword rays several feet long and three fingers wide cut through the air and cut through the yin wind, and the tenacious skin of the wind beast seemed to be as vulnerable as paper paste, and forty or fifty demon beasts were pierced through their heads and bodies almost at the same time, and they fell to the ground as if they had been cut wheat stubble!

Destroy a thousand enemies with one sword!

This is the third type of the Taiyi Jinhuan Sword Technique, and Qin Yun can't fully exert the essence of this sword style due to the limitations of his strength, but it is enough to kill all the Wind Beasts that don't know whether they are alive or dead!

The sword light dissipated, Qin Yun stood proudly with his sword, and the surrounding blood was full of blood, but there was no trace of blood on his body!

There was no more wind beast appearing, and those participating demon beasts were also shocked by the power and murderous aura of this sword, and the instinctive fear overwhelmed the bloodthirsty **, and quietly escaped without a trace.

Smack!

Suddenly, there was a crisp applause from not far away, which seemed extremely abrupt.

The pupils of Qin Yun's eyes shrank suddenly, and he immediately looked in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw a gray-robed middle-aged man twenty paces away from the right direction, and I don't know when a gray-robed middle-aged man appeared.

He carried a long sword, a lanky smile on his skinny horse's face, and a pair of slender eyes that flashed with an inexplicable light, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

The comer is not good!

Although Qin Yun didn't know the other party at all, and judging by his outfit, he was undoubtedly a member of the Sword Sect, but he instinctively felt that this middle-aged man had no good intentions, because the other party's momentum was faintly locked onto him.

"Not bad, not bad" The middle-aged man sighed: "Qin Yun, among the younger generation of disciples, you can also be regarded as a genius, and it will not be a problem to be promoted to innate breakthrough in the future." ”

"It's a pity that you don't have a future!"

As soon as his words fell, Wu Qinghong slowly walked out of the fog barrier in the direction of Qin Yun's left, forming an encirclement!

At this point, Qin Yun couldn't understand that it was this senior uncle who invited helpers to deal with him.

Wu Qinghong was an innate powerhouse, and the gray-robed middle-aged man showed a stronger momentum than her, and two innate powerhouses came to besiege and kill a Qi refining disciple

"Uncle Martial Artist, you really look up to my nephew and nephew!" Qin Yun said lightly: "Aren't you afraid of the sect's precepts?"

Although he was calm on the surface, Qin Yun had thousands of thoughts flashing in his heart, but none of them could help him get out of the danger in front of him, and it was impossible for the two innate powerhouses to join forces to give him the slightest chance of winning.

"Little brute!" Wu Qinghong's face was full of vicious color: "In this Yin Feng Gorge, you still count on the precepts of the sect? I'm not afraid to tell you, if you die here today, your slut master can't escape!"

Qin Yun's heart sank!