(Whew!)

In Ling Qingyan's outstretched hand, the Netherworld Sword was covered with a light cyan true power that was constantly spinning, and the speed was getting faster and faster. The brilliant sword light, centered on the hilt, constantly rotated layers of cyan dazzling vortexes.

Ling Qingyan's eyes stared sharply at a small tree more than ten meters away in front of him, and then his mind moved, and the Netherworld Long Sword that was rapidly spinning in his hand mixed with the thick light cyan true power had already flown out of his hand-

Click!

The brilliant cyan light pierced the sky and rolled directly towards the top branches of the small tree in front of them, destroying the withering and decaying, and the branches suddenly broke apart, and the leaves on the broken branches also fell under the tree one after another.

The cyan sword light swept away the branches, and then turned to the left as if it had eyes, and swept towards another small tree over there with several fierce wind sounds...... It was also devastated, and several branches broke and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the cyan sword light trembled suddenly, and then as if out of control, it rushed straight towards the ground of the small tree, and the brilliant sword light still contained extremely strong true power, directly lifting several pieces of turf on the lawn, revealing the gray soil under the turf.

Shout!

The light cyan glow of the Nether Sword tossed around the lawn for a few seconds before fading away. The dark sword body of the Nether Long Sword also appeared, and it was inserted right between the dirt that was cut + one + book ~ read + novel + ybdu to remove the turf.

"Still won't work!"

Seeing this scene, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Ling Qingyan's mouth, and then he slowly walked towards the location of the Netherworld Sword and pulled out the Netherworld Sword. Looking at the Netherworld Sword in his hand, Ling Qingyan obviously had a feeling that his flesh and bones were connected. In the past three years, the Netherworld Sword has been constantly conceived by Ling Qingyan with consciousness and bloody aura, and when it was grasped by Ling Qingyan at this time, it had long since lost the strange feeling it had three years ago.

"This Heavenly Sword Nine Styles Eighth Style, it's really difficult," Ling Qingyan shook his head with a wry smile and sighed.

In the past three years, Ling Qingyan has completely mastered the first seven forms of the Heavenly Sword Nine Styles, and he has also thoroughly understood the essence of the first seven styles, and the rest is only to use them in real battles. The so-called real battle is not a battle between Ling Qingyan and Hou Jin, which is full of scruples, but a real fight of life and death!

The sword skill that can kill people is the strongest sword skill. Otherwise, no matter how bright and glamorous, it is just an appearance.

As for the eighth "swordless style" of the Heavenly Sword Nine Style, Ling Qingyan has been practicing penance for more than half a year, and he has only just mastered the fur, and there is still a considerable distance from the sword style Dacheng. Now, Hou Jin can no longer teach Ling Qingyan anything, not only him, even if the sword-wielding elder Fan Yiran comes in person, he can no longer teach Ling Qingyan anything.

The last two styles of the Heavenly Sword Nine Styles are also the two most difficult of the Nine Heavenly Sword Styles, the Heavenly Sword Sect has been inherited for many years, and there are very many people who have cultivated the first seven styles; but there are only so few people in each generation who have cultivated the eighth style; and those who have cultivated the ninth style to reach the realm of Dacheng are even rarer. Just by looking at the Heavenly Sword Sect Sect Sect Master Lian Jun who cultivated the Heavenly Sword Nine Styles to the Dacheng realm more than ten years ago, you can know how difficult it is for the Heavenly Sword Nine Styles to be cultivated to the Great Perfection realm. You must know that Lian Jun, the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, had already mastered the eighth form of the Heavenly Sword Nine Styles thirty years ago!

The first seven forms of the Nine Heavenly Sword Styles may also be able to share the experience and skills of others, but starting from the eighth form, it completely requires personal comprehension, and others can't help them at all. This is also the reason why Ling Qingyan and Hou Jin have practiced and explored each other in the past six months. Ling Qingyan and Hou Jin both regarded each other as opponents at this time, and they both wanted to see who could understand the eighth form of this Heavenly Sword Nine Style first. Of course, in this regard, Hou Jin took advantage of it, because after years of practice, he was only one step away from the complete integration of the Eighth Form.

.........

After pulling out the Netherworld Sword from the ground, Ling Qingyan did not swing the sword in his hand again, but came to the side where Hou Jin was standing and stood with Liu Yanran.

"Brother Qingyan. ”

Even after three years, Ling Qingyan is already more than half a head taller, but Liu Yanran still calls Ling Qingyan like this. In her eyes, no matter how tall and big Ling Qingyan grew, she would always be the boy who took her around in Moyun City.

"Hmm," Ling Qingyan smiled at Liu Yanran, and then looked at Hou Jin in front of her. Because at this time, Hou Jin was already preparing to use the eighth form of the Heavenly Sword Nine Style, the "No Sword Style".

It was different from Ling Qingyan's eighth starting style, Hou Jin's body leaned slightly, and the long sword in his hand spun like a curling flower, and gradually, bursts of blue light suddenly appeared on the constantly rotating sword light, becoming more and more brilliant.

Ling Qingyan looked at the blue true power that was suddenly released from the long sword in Hou Jin's hand, and his heart moved. This waiting, looking at the color of its true power, it has faintly approached the dark blue, I am afraid that it will not be long before there is one more blue-level post-level martial artist in the Heavenly Sword Sect.

After staying in the Heavenly Sword Sect for three years, Ling Qingyan also knew that in the Heavenly Sword Sect, except for the sect master Lian Jun, the first generation of all of them were purple-level martial artists, there were only two purple-level beginner-level martial artists among the second-generation disciples. Among the second-generation disciples, almost all of them are blue-level martial artists, of course, there are exceptions, such as Liu Yanran, and the grandson of the precept elder, "Wen Yi".

"Perhaps, this candidate will be the third purple-level martial artist among the second-generation disciples," Ling Qingyan felt inexplicably in his heart, and this strange thought came to mind.

Whoa!

While Ling Qingyan was still thinking, the blue sword light that formed a spiral in Hou Jin's hand had already come out of his hand, and the target was also as far as the small tree in the distance.

With two clicks, several branches of the first small tree broke and fell to the ground. Immediately afterward, the speed of the blue sword light did not decrease, and it directly turned and rolled towards the second small tree, and the second small tree also followed in the footsteps of the first small tree. After the blue sword light swept over the second small tree, it continued to sweep towards the third small tree on the right, and swept through it like a thunderstorm......

When the brilliant blue sword light swept through the fifth small tree, the direction suddenly turned around, and swept towards the opposite direction where the waiter was.

Looking at the scene where the blue sword light was only about five or six meters away from Hou Jin at this time, Hou Jin had already stretched out his right hand to pick it up...... Ling Qingyan was stunned for a moment, could it be that Hou Jin had already practiced the eighth of the nine Heavenly Sword Forms?

But then, a surprising scene appeared.

I saw that when the blue sword light fell into Hou Jin's hand only two meters away, it turned left strangely and abruptly, swept towards Hou Jin's right hand, and for a while it was getting farther and farther away from Hou Jin, and "snorted" into the lawn on the right side of Hou Jin, and also lifted several pieces of turf.

"Haha!"

"Haha!"

Seeing this scene, and then seeing the consternation on Hou Jin's face, Ling Qingyan and Liu Yanran both laughed out loud without any image at all. That's pretty much......