"Whew!" Looking at the golden sword that shot straight into the sky, Ling Qingyun put the sword into its sheath and smiled after taking a long breath.

It's done, it's finally done, and his kendo realm has taken a big step forward.

This was the first time he had cast the Golden Cracking Sword Intent in a non-combat state, and more importantly, this time there were traces to follow, and it was his continuous accumulation and brewing, and finally it came naturally. This means that he has more and more control over this strongest method, and he is able to use it on his own initiative.

"Jin Xingzhang kills, and after the baptism of killing, my golden cracking sword intent has really gone further. Staring at the sword that pierced through the clouds, Ling Qingyun thought so, marching and fighting had greatly reduced his time for cultivation and sword practice, but his combat power had made great progress after being sharpened, and actual combat was indeed the best cultivation.

In all fairness, he did not encounter a real life-and-death crisis in this crackdown on bandits, the scattered rain of arrows and spears were difficult to hurt him, and the blocking of a group of wolf-helmeted warriors was easily broken, even the duel with the strong man of the Golden Body Realm was not in danger because the opponent was already seriously injured, but immersed in the battlefield, the experience of slaughter and death was not comparable to a small range of fighting in the mountains and forests.

The rain of arrows covered the sky, the sound of hooves was like thunder, and the spears were like forests...... The edge of the iron cavalry charge and the cruelty of the battle death in the robe left a deep impression on Ling Qingyun, who experienced it for the first time, the hellish scarlet battlefield was vivid, enough to drive normal people crazy, Ling Qingyun, who was personally involved in it, could feel the indescribable killing aura surging, his sword intent was progressing because of immersion, sweeping the stone spirit, slashing the golden body, all kinds of sword moves and the explosion of the golden cracking sword intent appeared to be free.

It can be said that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to improve, and in the true blood and fire, Ling Qingyun comprehended the true meaning of the sword as a killing weapon.

"It's just too murderous. Ling Qingyun sighed again, he felt that he should take his heart, now he swung his sword with a surging anger, the sharper the edge, and the improvement of killing power is a good thing, but usually when he practices swords, he can't help but want to use the sword blade to destroy the walls, rocks, trees and even passing insects, birds and beasts in front of him, it can't be regarded as a good deed in any way, this is the sequelae left by the battlefield, and everything is regarded as a threat, the enemy, and he wants to get rid of it quickly.

Like a child breaking a toy, is this a proof of strength? No, this is just a manifestation of the inability to control power and the desire to destroy, and only the ability to retract and release freely, and to hurt the enemy without affecting external objects, is the skill and state of mind.

"If the Xuanyuan Swinging Qi Method is the killer weapon of my Thousand Forging Realm, then the Golden Cracking Sword Intent is already the killer weapon of my Stone Spirit Realm, and its power is undoubted, it only needs to be more proficient. Overall, Ling Qingyun was still relieved and happy.

"I didn't expect that Brother Qingyun's sword skills had reached this level......" The young men were shocked when they looked at the sword that pierced the sky and shone on the courtyard without extinguishing, they couldn't imagine that Ling Qingyun could burst out with the Golden Cracking Sword Intent so easily, this move not only swept the heroes in Camel Ridge, but also had the record of forcing back and even killing the Golden Body Realm!

At this moment, they no longer doubted Ling Qingyun's prestige by relying on it, if this sword didn't cut upwards, they were afraid that it would directly split the courtyard wall, right? If the direction was slightly off, it didn't seem surprising to cut through the entire house! They couldn't imagine how to fight such a sword with their own strength, and the only way seemed to be to obediently lead to death?

Most of the teenagers had bitter expressions on their faces, they were all Nanming students, how could there be such a big gap? Xu Lingfeng and a few others nodded happily, happy for Ling Qingyun.

"Our Ling Qingyun of the Golden Bell Hall has such strength, are you still afraid that you won't be able to compete with the Black Feather Pavilion? Lin Qiancheng is Ling Qingyun's defeated general, and Chu Yulong only relied on cultivation to gain advantage last time, but now he is in the Stone Spirit Realm, can he be able to block a move of the Golden Cracking Divine Sword?" The members of the Golden Bell Hall couldn't help but think so, the Golden Bell Hall had been suppressed by the Black Feather Pavilion for several years, and they had already come up with a bad breath!

"The champion of the Nanming Dabi this time is none other than Qingyun!" A group of classmates also praised, and Ling Qingyun just smiled when he heard this.

Champion?

With a clear sound, he once again danced his sword, devoting his body and mind to this infinitely mysterious skill, fully preparing for tomorrow's showdown.

......

This year's Nanming University was held a few days later than last year, which made Ling Qingyun and others who went to Jiangzhou not miss the opportunity, and also ushered in a rare landscape of snow.

It is still a ring, a school field, and a forging exhibition square, except for the slight differences in position that are almost exactly the same as last year, Ling Qingyun once again stepped into the ring for the top of the battle power, but this time as a middle-aged person.

"Class A Lin Qiancheng vs. Class B Ling Qingyun!"

Listening to the familiar introduction and looking at the familiar figure, Ling Qingyun couldn't help but smile, almost thinking that he was back to last year and today.

"What are you laughing at? Guy who has been promoted to middle age and is still in Class B!" Lin Qiancheng glared at him fiercely, trying to find out a few flaws no matter what.

"Since the middle age is dominated by clubs, the class is not so important. Ling Qingyun shrugged and smiled: "We are very fateful, we met in the first game." ”

"Yes, this is the day that will make me ashamed!" Before the words fell, Lin Qiancheng picked up the double hammer and rushed towards Ling Qingyun like a tiger, in the face of this opponent whose strength was becoming more and more unfathomable, he did not dare to be careless, and the mountain collapsed at the first time, the huge power contained in the double hammer was more than ten thousand catties, and the ordinary stone spirit was either dead or disabled!

Ling Qingyun reacted quickly, the golden light of the blade of the green blade was swallowed, and it was obviously all out, when the sword and hammer collided, Ling Qingyun took two steps back, his face was slightly pale, and there was a conspicuous crack on Lin Qiancheng's hammer.

"This scene, why is it a little familiar?" muttered a teenager under the ring, they included Meng Shanzhi, Xu Lingfeng, Zhong Mingsong and other original freshmen who had been promoted for a year, a year has passed, the ring has changed, the weapons have changed, the two teenagers have grown more upright, but the battle situation seems to be no different.

Lin Qiancheng's face suddenly turned blue, and he wanted to break the army again? This hammer was finally fought by the Black Feather Pavilion Forger, and it was cut off by you, how to fight in the next nine games?

But how to avoid his weapon being cut off? Lin Qiancheng was sad to find that after a year, he was still helpless, and this fact made him roar like a tiger, and the twin hammers fell towards Ling Qingyun like a storm, so that Ling Qingyun caused a shock in the ring every time he parried, leaving deep and shallow footprints.

"This mess is enough to smash the elephant into minced meat!" A young man wiped his saliva, attracting strange glances from others: "Why are you drooling?"

"It's so cold, I want to eat dumplings!" The young man was full of words, and he actually thought of chopping meat stuffing from Lin Qiancheng's wild thrashing.

Everyone was speechless, but the sword light in the ring was horizontal, the hammer sound was mighty, and the two of them fought dozens of moves in a short time, Ling Qingyun had to admit that Lin Qiancheng had never put down his cultivation, and now he had a rune protector body and was still beaten to the point of blood rolling, his arms were sore, and Qingfeng in his hand was also smashed slightly curled, and his ability to smash dozens of hammers with peak strength made him quite envious, and if he hadn't borrowed strength from the green snake a few times, the sword would have been smashed out of his hands.

However, Lin Qiancheng, who launched the onslaught, was even more miserable, although he did not have the qi and blood to roll, he still seemed energetic to swing the hammer, but his pair of war hammers were already covered with dense cracks, like watermelons that were about to burst, and there were dozens of scars left around the qi, like a body like a mountain rock, even if there was no blood flow, it looked quite terrifying - fortunately, Ling Qingyun knew that this madman was not afraid of pain, and the more he was injured, the more brave he became, so there was no psychological burden at all to add to the wound with sword qi, and by the way, he used it to vent his inexplicable anger.

"What kind of freak are you?" Lin Qiancheng began to glare at Ling Qingyun angrily with his red eyes, his gaze was so fierce that Ling Qingyun thought that he had also practiced purple pupil gaze, Ling Qingyun was asked inexplicably, and did not answer.

Seeing that Ling Qingyun didn't even bother to answer, Lin Qiancheng hated it even more, he had always remembered the duel with Ling Qingyun last year, at that time, Ling Qingyun was smashed by himself with a few hammers and couldn't hold on, so he had to go off the rails with his sword, and after finding the right opportunity, he cut off the war hammer with a sword to defeat him. What is the situation this year? After receiving dozens of hammers from myself, he is still alive and well!? It stands to reason that with the improvement of cultivation, the gap between the strength of physical cultivation and ordinary martial artists should become bigger and bigger?

What he didn't know was that Ling Qingyun had made amazing progress in this year, the fusion defense rune had greatly reduced the impact on Ling Qingyun, the symbiotic fusion with the green snake had improved his physique, and the sword skills that had been sharpened in actual combat were also better at unloading, under the influence of these factors, although Ling Qingyun's strength was not as good as Lin Qiancheng's, he was able to maintain an undefeated head-on collision, and constantly injured the enemy with his sword qi in the collision, beating Lin Qiancheng to a scarred body.

Lin Qiancheng was surprised and angry, but he understood that his double hammer would have to be cut into pieces if he continued to stalemate, so he decided to break the deadlock.

With an earth-shattering roar, Lin Qiancheng's momentum completely changed, and heavy dark blue energy surged out from the pores and tricks, like a surging wave of black water, Ling Qingyun and the young people in the audience even heard the sound of waves, only to feel that Lin Qiancheng now has the potential of a mountain flood and tsunami, and his power is unstoppable!

"What is this?" Ling Qingyun was taken aback, and swung his sword to parry, and suddenly felt an irresistible force surging like a tsunami, shaking him to stagger backwards, almost falling off the ring, and the tiger's mouth was even more shattered and bleeding.

He couldn't help but be shocked, Lin Qiancheng's strength had actually increased by forty percent on the basis of the Collapse Mountain Strength, what a terrifying concept this could really make the Golden Body Realm jealous!

"This is ......" In the audience, a young man's pupils flashed with purple light: "A martial technique similar to the Avalanche Jin?

"This is the strength of the sea!" Lin Qiancheng roared angrily and announced his hole cards to everyone, but saw that the two energies on his body resonated, one violently surrounded, and the other surging, like the size of the mountains and seas, which could not be shaken by human beings.

Ling Qingyun was surprised by this, he thought that he had beaten Lin Qiancheng last year and had distanced himself from the other party more and more, but he never thought that Lin Qiancheng was also a genius and was also trying his best to improve himself, this move was the best proof of his hard work and talent.

The sword hammer collided again, Ling Qingyun and the sword almost flew upside down, and the disparity in strength had already made up for the gap in skills.

Lin Qiancheng roared angrily, and the spectators were shocked, could it be that Ling Qingyun, who had slashed the golden body realm under the sword, would actually fall into the sand? This can be described as an unpopularity, Lin Qiancheng, who has endured it for a year, will finally be ashamed!

"Not bad. Surprisingly, although Ling Qingyun was surprised, he was not panicked, he still waved his sword in a chic and free way despite the retreat of hemoptysis, Ren Lin Qiancheng's astonishing humanity was like a wild wave, he just swung his sword step by step, and the posture that everyone regarded as defeat and retreat actually looked elegant and calm.

calmly, even from Lin Qiancheng's appreciation, he nodded appreciatively, and he didn't know who had the upper hand.

"Ling Qingyun, you still honestly admit defeat-" Just like last year, Lin Qiancheng, who had the upper hand, persuaded Ling Qingyun to surrender, but this time he didn't finish his words.

"W-" Looking at the tip of the sword hanging in front of him, Lin Qiancheng came to a sharp brake to avoid his head being pierced by a sword, and he stared at the tip of the sword that swallowed the golden mang, and it was really difficult to understand the facts in front of him.

He was defeated again, and he was defeated when he was only one step away from victory?

This guy was obviously defeated and retreated by himself, how did he stab the sword?

All kinds of doubts appeared in Lin Qiancheng's heart, but when the waves of cheers sounded, he knew that his doubts were useless, and if he lost, he lost, and everyone could not deny it.

"Come back next year. Ling Qingyun patted him on the shoulder, expressing his encouragement very sincerely.

"Go aside!" Lin Qiancheng frustrated Ling Qingyun's hand away and walked off the ring step by step, he didn't have the same strong frustration as last year, he just felt panicked in his heart.

"This guy, he won't have figured out my trajectory a long time ago, but he just deliberately endured it until the end before breaking out, right?" Thinking of this possibility, Lin Qiancheng couldn't help gritting his teeth, and always felt that the scene of almost winning was just deliberately let out by the opponent, and he was teased.

"At the very least, this time the hammer was saved. Lin Qiancheng, who felt unwilling, found some comfort, although the war hammer he looked down at was also full of holes and sword marks, at least it remained largely the same.

Lin Qiancheng, who was just thinking like this, heard a click, and then unbelievably saw the sword marks on a war hammer expand rapidly, and completely pierce the hammer body.

With a clang, Lin Qiancheng's face instantly turned black as charcoal.

"Ling Qingyun !!!!!!!!!!!"

An angry roar echoed for a long time in the crowded Nanming Square......