Jiangnan Haojie Mound

Maybe it was because there were too many people fighting during this time, which made Yun Musheng's internal longitudinal exercises accumulate too much scattered internal force, so that he absorbed it for two days in a row before all the fusions were completed, during which Hua Wuming came to deliver meals a few times, but each time it was only sent to a place more than ten meters away from the hillside, and then brought up by Hua Xiaoqi.

After all, the sword qi oppression of Ximen Liuxing was too strong, and for a person like Hua Wuming who had never practiced martial arts, it was very difficult to even breathe.

Yun Musheng continued to try to connect the internal force with the sword, this time, the internal force once again formed a sword qi along the blade of the sword, it seems that the reason why there was a strange feeling that day was that Yun Musheng's body was scattered with too many internal forces, resulting in the mutual exclusion of different attributes.

But how this sword soul and sword spirit were formed still made Yun Musheng puzzled.

"Hey, can you say something?" Yun Musheng, who was racking his brains and thinking, even involuntarily spoke to the sword in his hand, and Hua Xiaoqi on the side giggled.

"Hey, what are you laughing at, why don't you help me figure out how to find the soul of this sword?" Hua Xiaoqi thought about it carefully, although he didn't practice swordsmanship, but when he was young and practiced Mingjing Feihualiu with his mother, he once wanted to give up because he didn't know the essentials.

But when Hua Feiyan died, Hua Xiaoqi, who desperately wanted to practice the martial arts left by his mother, suddenly felt a trace of spirituality contained in the paper blade paper puppet in the middle of the day, and was implicated in his own thoughts.

Since then, Hua Xiaoqi's Mirror Flying Flower Flow has increased rapidly, from a piece of paper blade at the beginning that is difficult to control, to the back of the Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flower, the paper man is the same, and it is a god.

"I remember my mother said, martial arts in the world are difficult in the word "concentration", only single-mindedness, to achieve the ultimate concentration, can be combined with the blade in the hand, so the general master moves, often only in a thought, and... Who do you say is the monster! Boom ”

After listening to Hua Xiaoqi's words, Yun Musheng couldn't help but think of the battle with Yunfeng when he was in Huayun.

At that time, Yun Feng's romance attacked him like a withering and decaying cloud, and because he was determined not to lose, he didn't have the slightest idea of retreating, and he wanted to use stronger moves to resist.

It was at that time that Yun Musheng resonated with the sword in his hand for the first time, and Yun Feng at that time also practiced the Kuaixue sword technique with himself, which made the Qi in his body more proficient in capturing a large amount of Kuaixue internal force, which made Yun Musheng use that shocking Kuaixue Shiqing.

After that, Yun Musheng never succeeded in using that trick, for several days he had always thought that his internal strength was not deep enough to drive this stunt, and now that he thought about it, it was because he did not resonate with the sword.

Thinking of this, Yun Musheng was empowered in his mind, and after thanking Hua Xiaoqi from the bottom of his heart, he closed his eyes and concentrated, drew out his sword, and once again flowed the internal force into the sword body and back into his body, repeatedly using the one to eight styles of the Kuaixue Sword, and when the sword move was wielded, he was engrossed in feeling the sword in his hand.

The sword qi cut off a piece of peach blossom and fell on Hua Xiaoqi's shoulder, Hua Xiaoqi sat on the grass on the side, holding his face with both hands and looking at Yun Musheng's idiot appearance, and couldn't help but smile.

In a blink of an eye, the sun was sinking again, the branches on the moon, the moonlight sprinkled on the young man dancing in front of the Peach Blossom Pavilion began to bend, the wisps of sword energy were still swaying, the sword was in the hand and the sword energy was endless, and the sword was connected with the body and the mind.

Hua Xiaoqi didn't have a trace of boredom in his heart, but the more he watched it, the more interesting he felt, the young man who couldn't even hold the sword a few days ago, I'm afraid it didn't really make him realize the first realm of this swordsmanship - the unity of man and sword.

Just as she was watching Yun Musheng's sword with relish, she suddenly smelled a small murderous aura from the air, which was subtle and soft, even if it was a martial arts practitioner, it was difficult to detect, and it was precisely because of the small solidity of the murderous aura that it was even more terrifying.

The faint murderous aura gradually approached, Hua Xiaoqi suddenly lit up the bronze mirror, and several paper blades flew up, almost at the same time, the paper blades that had just flown up were shot down instantly.

Hua Xiaoqi picked up a piece of paper blade that had just been shot down and took a closer look, and saw that there was a silver needle as thin as a feather inserted in the middle of the paper blade, which was even difficult to find if you didn't look closely.

It's no wonder that Fang Cai's murderous aura is difficult to perceive, and it also shows the accuracy of the comeder's imperial needle, even Hua Xiaoqi, who controls the piece of paper, is amazing in his heart.

Yun Musheng on the side didn't seem to be aware of it, still immersed in the resonance of unity with the sword, this was the critical moment for his swordsmanship to reach a higher level, Hua Xiaoqi didn't want Yun Musheng to be disturbed, so he sighed and said: "Alas, my sister will help you again." ”

As he spoke, the paper blade in his clothes poured out, hovering around Hua Xiaoqi like the peach blossom petals flying by the pavilion.

The few tiny flying needles are also constantly coming, although the number is large, but it is still small and difficult to detect, and in this dark night, in the eyes of others, it is just a girl playing with paper juggling waving a piece of paper, and the deadly small existence can not be seen at all.

This subtle and churning battle of the Imperial Objects lasted for a long time, and the number of silver needles did not decrease but increased, and Hua Xiaoqi began to be a little difficult to resist.

Although the martial arts of this type of imperial object are different, the more the number of imperial objects, the more difficult it is to grasp the truth, but what puzzles Hua Xiaoqi is that the number of silver needles is already so large that even his own paper blade has no time to resist, but its accuracy is still sharp, and the needle needle pierces his vital point.

It is said that this person's imperial skills are not comparable to the mortal world, and he can move mountains and seas without frowning, and he can move thousands of needles without leaving traces on accuracy, this person is the original founder of Yanyu Building, that is, the master of the current landlord Ye Qianqiu, whose surname is Zhongli, and a single name and a mirror word.

At this time, the person who made the needle hidden in the night made Hua Xiaoqi feel such oppression in Jiangnan for the first time since the death of his mother. A familiar despair dared to slowly come to my heart, my mother also died in the hands of a master, and now I have to experience the same ending?

Just when she began to be a little frightened in her heart, a pinch of chaotic needles slammed into the paper blade around her body and completely knocked it down, at this time, Hua Xiaoqi was without the barrier of the paper blade, like an unarmed person, even if there was still a paper puppet body in the clothes, but the small silver needles were pervasive, and the paper puppets full of loopholes were useless for these flying needles.

Hua Xiaoqi no longer had the strength to resist, but the flying needle poured like a torrential rain like a drizzle, she closed her eyes, a trace of tears fell from the corners of her eyes, mixed with remorse or unwillingness, no one knows, just a paper flower is about to be swallowed in this silent night.

"Merry clouds!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind struck from behind Hua Xiaoqi, and the wind was mixed with the wind blade formed by the sword qi, and the wind blade was mixed with anger and swirled away like a fast knife, and the noisy sound of cutting the air flow scared Hua Xiaoqi who was calmly dying.

But Hua Xiaoqi could feel that although the wind blade was extremely sharp, and could even cut off his neck in an instant, the sword qi that really blew on his back was as gentle as a dragonfly dotting water and green silk brushing his face.

Countless wind blades formed a hurricane and blew forward, and the silver needles of the tree roots were blown away after a spark in the air, and the night seemed to be torn open a crack, and a tall woman slowly walked out of the crack.