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The sound of whirring resounded all around, and gusts of wind came out of nothingness, covering the sky and the earth from a distance, like an invisible wave rolling and surging impact, blowing the trees and trees swaying, the leaves swaying and colliding, making a violent rustling sound, and the fallen leaves flew and circled down.

Chu Duan stood motionless as if someone had immobilized him, but he saw that his eyes were unusually bright, as if his pupils had turned into two trumpet bulbs and glowed with amazing light.

Within the pupils, a trace of pale cyan, like smoke, and like clear flowing water, a trace of enlightenment, out of nothing, surged into the heart.

A gust of wind blew from a distance, blowing through Chu Duan, as if being pulled by an invisible force, wisps of wisps surrounded Chu Duan, circling, forming a trace of pale cyan, like silk threads around the whole body and turned up.

Chu Duan's long black hair was fluttering, and the corners of his robe were grinning, like a fairy who wanted to ride the wind.

The strong wind blowing in the distance became stronger and stronger, whirring, blowing the surrounding trees shaking more violently, and the rustling sound became a little harsh, and the whole heaven and earth, as if there was only such a mixture of wind blowing and branches and leaves swaying.

At this moment, Chu Duan felt that his thinking was unprecedentedly accessible, all his thoughts were transparent and smooth, as transparent as pure crystal, without flaws.

Wang Lin and Lin Luoshui have always been an obsession of Chu Duan before. The obsession must be resolved, otherwise, even if it is a complete fusion of the soul, there is a stain in it.

Although until now, Chu Duan still didn't understand the mystery of the soul very well. But I also know that the stronger and purer the soul, the greater the benefits, at least, in terms of comprehension. It's unique.

Wang Lin died, Lin Luoshui died, for Chu Duan, this is the most direct and easiest way to end up, and the obsession in the soul is gone.

Suddenly. In this transparency. With the strong wind blowing out of thin air, Chu Duan's unprecedentedly transparent and pure soul surged with bursts of feelings, perceptions about the wind, perceptions of the wind.

As long as there is air, there will be wind.

The airflow of the air forms a flow. The wind is formed, and the flow of air is slightly slow. A breeze is formed, and the flow of air becomes faster and more intense. A gale was formed. The wind is formless, colorless, and odorless, it cannot be seen, it cannot be touched, and it can only be felt by the flow of air.

That's just for ordinary people, for those who comprehend the artistic conception of wind, wind, is tangible and colored, and it can be seen and touched.

The artistic conception of the wind is the mystery of a certain wind, which has been understood, understood, and mastered.

The artistic conception within one percent, just the surface of the artistic conception, just the contact with the artistic conception, the increase in the power of swordsmanship is almost negligible, one into three percent, is the introduction to the artistic conception, has been able to initially increase the power of swordsmanship, but also can increase the power of the body and so on.

Chu Duan's artistic conception of the wind has already reached the peak of thirty percent, and it is only one foot away from breaking through forty percent.

However, the difference between the first step in the door, which is like an invisible film, is the gap between the entry and the small success, which are two completely different levels.

The sound of whirring and whirring continued to sound, endlessly, and Chu Duan only felt that he was in a sea of wind, front and back, left and right, up and down, all of them were cyan winds, one by one, constantly blowing.

The wind that blew all over him, one moment from the east, one moment from the west, one time from the north, and one from the south, up and down, front and back, left and right, all in one. ...,

The sound of rattling and rattling sounded like a surging wave, and the wind suddenly intensified tenfold, blowing all the trees in the whole forest to sway wildly, and looking down from above, you could see the waves formed by the branches and leaves.

Above, white clouds surged, and it seemed that under the influence of this gust of wind, it gradually intensified and turned into a violent wind.

The strong wind blowing through Chu Dui became more and more intense, and the cyan air flow around Chu Duan's body became denser and more intense, Chu Duan's figure trembled slightly, as if it was supported by an invisible big hand, and the soles of his feet were little by little off the ground, floating up in the air, and rising little by little.

Half a meter...... One meter ...... One and a half meters...... Two meters ......

Chu Duan's figure was fixed three meters above the ground, surrounded by cyan air currents, like a general in the wind, holding a sword in his right hand and pointing directly at the earth, his pupils were filled with cyan, and even the whites of his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of pale cyan.

Swinging the sword in his hand, in an instant, the cyan of the Dao converged, turned into a two-meter wind blade and shot out, directly cutting the blowing wind from it, this sword is not a swordsmanship or a sword skill, it is purely just Chu Dui wielding the sword as he wants. It is not the inner sword qi nor the outer sword qi, but it is formed by condensing the power of the wind that surrounds the body.

Chu Duan's mind was full of the mysteries of all kinds of winds, and he even felt as if he had turned into a wind.

With a swing of a sword, a cyan condensation flew out on the blade, and a two-meter-long wind blade slashed through the void and tore through the wind, leaving pale cyan scratches wherever it passed.

The cyan wind blade is extremely sharp, cutting trees like cutting tofu, without hindrance, and the fracture is even more amazingly smooth.

The wind had gradually spread out of the woods and spread to the rest of the valley, and for a moment, it was as if the entire valley had been blown by a strong wind.

"This wind ......" Chu He, who was emitting a circle of red light from a certain place in the valley, looked up at the sky, his eyes narrowed, and there seemed to be some kind of mystery fluctuating around him, and his eyes were restrained and full of thought.

Then raise a hand, open the palm of the hand, let the wind blow, and carefully feel the touch of the wind blowing between your fingers.

Just like him, in other parts of the Dali Valley, Li Huaiyu of the Suxin Sword Sect, Xu Jianfeng of the Shangxuan Sword Sect, and Zhou Hongyu, the prince of the state order, also stopped their movements and looked up at the sky one after another, with a look of thought and a little doubt.

The wind blew without warning, and there seemed to be something special about it, but they couldn't tell what was so special.

If Ling Cangyan, the deputy courtyard master, was there, he would definitely be able to feel that the cause of this gale was caused by the small artistic conception, but in that case, Chu Duan's artistic conception of mastering the wind would be exposed, and at that time, Ling Cangyan would definitely know that Chu Duan had mastered the two artistic conceptions.

Suddenly, the gale suddenly dissipated into invisibility, making Chu He and the other four people stunned and a little stunned. I feel that this gust of wind does not seem to be so normal, it comes suddenly, and it disappears suddenly, as if someone deliberately controlled it.

But in fact, the wind blows up and dissipates, not that someone deliberately controls it, everything is caused by Chu Duan's obsession, the soul becomes completely pure, and the mind is thorough, and the enlightenment of the wind suddenly breaks the most difficult film of the artistic conception entry, and breaks through into Xiaocheng.

The wind dissipated, the woods gradually stopped swaying, and the rustling sound slowly fell silent, but Chu Duan was still paused in the air three meters above the ground, surrounded by wisps of cyan air, rotating rapidly.

The eyes slowly closed, the cyan air flow around the body seemed to be submerged into the void, and the wisps disappeared, and Chu Duan's figure slowly fell, landing safely, motionless like a statue. ...,

The fluctuating air flow gradually fell silent, and everything returned to calm, and the previous strong wind and wind were like an illusion.

Suddenly, Chu Duan's eyes opened, cyan flowed, essence burst out, and he waved his sword with his hand, only to see a wisp of cyan flowing quickly on the pseudo-Qingfeng sword, blowing towards the tip of the sword like a wind, a slight snort sounded, and a light cyan two-meter wind blade slashed out, straight through the void.

The wind blade sliced through an adult waist-thick, unhindered, and disappeared into the distance, while the tree staggered and fell to one side, the fracture smooth and flat.

Chu Duan flashed, he didn't see any gesture, he appeared directly in front of the severed tree trunk like a wind, looked carefully, and gently wiped his fingers, and could feel the fluctuation of the trace of wind left on it.

"The artistic conception of the four winds is the artistic conception of the small ones. Chu Duan muttered to himself, and said in a voice that he could only hear: "Thirty into nine artistic conceptions, it is the introduction to artistic conception, and forty percent artistic conception is small into small ones, although it is only a slight difference, but there is a huge gap in the mystery." ”

The power of Fang Cai's sword alone is enough to explain it clearly.

In the past, when the artistic conception of the wind was thirty percent, Chu Duan completely integrated the artistic conception of the three percent wind into the breeze lore, so that he could release that sword, but now the artistic conception of the wind has reached forty percent, and his understanding of the mystery of the wind is even more profound. With his perception of the wind alone, Chu Duan was able to easily use the ubiquitous wind to perform an attack comparable to the Breeze Killing Attack that was integrated into the artistic conception of the Three Winds.

This means that without consuming any inner sword qi or outer sword qi, Chu Duan will be able to perform an attack equivalent to a powerful mid-level sword technique, once the artistic conception of the four winds is integrated into the sword killing moves or sword skills, the power will be very terrifying.

Putting the sword into the sheath, Chu Duan opened his palm, and as soon as his thoughts moved, the surrounding airflow suddenly surged, and on the palm of his hand, a wisp of cyan appeared, turning, and quickly became a cyan cyclone, which quickly rotated on the palm of his hand, making a slight whirring sound.

With another thought, this cyan cyclone suddenly split, turning into two smaller cyan cyclones, and then splitting again, turning into four smaller cyan cyclones, arranged in a neat and orderly manner.

As soon as he held his palm, all of a sudden, four small cyan cyclones exploded, turning into wisps of cyan flying around, as if blending into the air and dissipating into invisibility.

Chu Duan looked up into the distance, his eyes shone with an incomparably sharp light, penetrating through the void, full of confidence, at this moment, even if he was fighting with a master like the four masters of the Sword Academy, he was not afraid. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to (.) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. )