(This click to recommend a collection or something, it's really bleak, it's painful, six really ask for support from all the swordsmen, to rush to the list, and explode all the way to the chrysanthemum red!)

When the morning sun was only in the east, a ray of red light full of vitality just appeared, the heaven and the earth were still dark, and the door of a wooden house in the north district of the outer disciple opened gently, and a tall figure walked out, closing the door with his backhand.

Every day, Chu Duan wakes up at dawn, washes and dresses, hangs a kettle, brings dry food and dried meat that has been packed from the canteen, etc., carries a sword, leaves the wooden house, and goes to the cliff to cultivate, until the sunset sets in the west and the night falls in the silence of Wanlai, and then he returns to the wooden house by moonlight to end the day's penance.

Chu Duan has always believed that true genius is one point of talent and nine points of hard work, and he has always abided by his motto and carried it out to the end, no matter in which world he is in.

What others see is what he has achieved, but who knows the way and the effort he has made?

Chu Duan's footsteps were fast, the landing was very light, and he left quickly, and in less than half an hour, he came to the cliff, at this time, the sky and the earth were still dark, and the sea of clouds seemed to be still sleeping, condensed, motionless, and there was a kind of deepness.

The wind blowing in his face, with the chill of last night, stirred the tips of Chu Duan's hair, making Chu Duan involuntarily excited, and the whole person was much more energetic.

Chu Duan stood in front of the cliff, facing the sea of clouds, slowly closed his eyes, his mind was clear, and after revisiting his cultivation experience yesterday, he slowly opened his eyes, just in time to see a ray of brilliance like a sharp sword, piercing the sky, floating and sweeping the sea of clouds, dispelling the darkness on the sea of clouds, and awakening the sleeping sea of clouds.

Suddenly, the sea of clouds awoke, deep and disappeared, fluttering, boiling, surging and changing again.

A round of rolling red sun slowly rose from the eastern sky, and ten thousand rays of light bloomed, like countless blazing swords, and the red sun slowly rose in Chu Duan's clear eyes, full of vitality.

"At this time, it is the time of the day when the body functions are completely awakened, and it is also the best time to cultivate sword qi. ”

Chu Duan faced the sea of clouds in the rising sun, sat down cross-legged, the stainless steel sword rested on his legs, slowly closed his eyes, his thumb and index finger interlocked palms facing up on the knees of his legs, his breathing became long, subtle and even, and a wisp of sword qi mobilized, rushing out of the dantian and wandering away Xiao Zhoutian.

One week, two weeks...... 10 weeks of ......

After Chu Dui finished breathing, he quickly drew his sword and got up, the scabbard flew out, inserted into the gap in the cliff a few meters away, and stood still, the sword light of the stainless steel sword snow bright sword crossed an arc, reflecting the light of the morning sun and reflecting a layer of bright red.

After the swordsman is compulsory, cloud swordsmanship is compulsory every day, ten times.

Qingfeng swordsmanship, currently majoring in swordsmanship, after practicing the first seven styles thirty times, he will practice the breeze and the breeze chaos and ...... Breeze lore.

On the second day, the breeze was chaotic, on the third day, he began to cultivate the clear wind lore, without a clue, and on the fourth day, he ...... On the seventh day, Chu Dui realized that the Clear Wind Kill, that is, the Eight Killing Machines of the Clear Wind and Chaos were condensed into one, and the sword flew out like the blade of the wind.

On the eighth day, the condensation failed...... On the ninth day, it still failed, but, many times condensed, has comprehended the relevant ......

On the tenth day, that is, today, after Chu Duan's sword qi was fully recovered, he once again exerted a clear breeze on his face, and the eight Dao Sen cold killing machines condensed......

In the snap of a finger, eight into four, four into two, and two into one time, but it was out of control and hedged, exploded, and failed again, and there was only a slight wisp of sword qi left in the dantian.

Chu Duan sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, first recovered his sword qi, and then carefully recalled his every move, in his mind, simulated again, after a while, Chu Duan opened his eyes, a sword light-like essence shot out, flew up, and took out the sword again.

The breeze blows away, the sand and dust surges, the breeze is chaotic, and the killing machine is differentiated, one, two, four, eight. ...,

Suddenly, Chu Dui's body walked with the sword, the sword light turned, the sword shadow flickered, under Chu Dui's sword, eight sword lights, converged again, in an instant, eight for four, four for two, two for one, attached to the sword!

"Breeze lore!"

When the Eight Killing Machines were completely aggregated and attached to the sword, Chu Duan only felt that the sword in his hand sank, as if he was carrying a thousand catties of heavy objects, and wanted to get out of his hand, Chu Duan let out a low sigh, and his whole body strength surged towards Lu's right arm, his muscles bulged, he barely held the stainless steel sword, shouted, turned his feet alternately, and slashed out with a sword.

With a roar, a pale cyan arc of light, half a meter long, was like a waning moon tearing through the air, and the void shot out, so fast that it flew out five or six meters away in the blink of an eye, hitting and dodging.

With a click, the half-meter wind blade slashed into the hard mountain wall, and the rubble splashed, and the wisps of pale cyan dissipated, leaving a crack half a meter long and a finger wide and more than an inch deep.

"Huh" Chu Duan breathed a sigh ......of relief, only to feel a little weak all over his body, at that moment, it seemed that all the strength in his whole body shot out with that wind blade, and the sword qi in the dantian was even more consumed.

"With my current cultivation, I can only perform the Breeze Kill once, and I will temporarily lose eighty percent of my strength, which is too dangerous to use easily. Chu Duan said to himself: "However, the power of this Qingfeng lore is dozens of times stronger than that of the clouds and clouds, and ten times stronger than the clear wind, this does not seem to be the power that can be achieved by low-level swordsmanship, could it be that the complete Qingfeng swordsmanship is a middle-level swordsmanship?"

Thinking that it might be a mid-level swordsmanship, Chu Duan's heart was hot, not every inner disciple had a mid-level swordsmanship, and most of the inner disciples were still practicing low-level swordsmanship.

Chu Duan first recovered his sword qi, then ate dry food and drank water, and after resting a little, he cultivated again.

Every time you cast the Clear Wind Kill, the sword qi in the dantian will be consumed, and it will also make all the strength of the body be consumed in an instant.

Three days later, Chu Dui once again cast the Clear Wind Kill, the tip of the sword swept out lightly, and a half-meter-long wind blade split into the air, leaving a crack more than an inch deep on the hard mountain wall, and Chu Dui's expression remained unchanged.

Although the sword qi in the dantian was once again consumed, most of his own strength was still left, which was much better than three days ago, and three days of cultivation and comprehension had allowed Chu Duan to better grasp the essentials of Qingfeng Killing.

"There are still two days to go, which is half a month, I don't know if Xiao Qianfeng has also practiced Qingfeng Lore?" Chu Duan's body straightened, his right hand held the sword and pointed directly at the ground, facing the sea of clouds, and said secretly: "If it is practiced, with Xiao Qianfeng's cultivation of the eighth stage of the Sword Qi Realm, it should be able to perform the Qingfeng Kill many times, and the power should be more powerful than what I have cast." ”

After all, the sword qi of the fourth stage of the sword qi realm cannot be compared with the sword qi of the eighth stage of the sword qi realm at all, whether it is in quantity or quality, there is a huge gap, even if the same sword qi is consumed, the power of the eighth-stage sword qi is much more powerful than the fourth-stage sword qi.

"After thirteen days of hard training, especially in the past three days, every time I cast the Clear Wind Kill to consume the sword qi and then recover it again, my sword qi has made a more obvious improvement compared to thirteen days ago, and it is not far from the middle of the fourth stage. Maintaining such a progress, it is estimated that it will only take ten days to practice to the middle stage, and when the time comes, the sword qi will be a few points more. ”

As he spoke, Chu Duan slowly closed his eyes, and just stood like this, the breeze blew, blowing on his face, stirring his hair, blowing on his body, his clothes fluttering, a burst of coolness, all the thoughts in Chu Dui's mind seemed to go with the wind, and the whole person felt like floating away in the wind.

"What is the wind?" Suddenly, a thought floated in Chu Duan's heart, as if it came with the wind, and in an instant, these three people lingered in his heart and echoed in his mind. ...,

In Chu Duan's mind, wisps of cyan naturally appeared, appearing from nothingness, converging, condensing into a cyan figure, holding a cyan long sword in his hand, dancing, like a gust of wind, practicing the Qingfeng swordsmanship.

From the first to the seventh, the breeze is blowing and the breeze is chaotic...... The breeze killed, over and over again, practicing and practicing, the cyan figure exploded and turned into a cyan wind blowing.

Breeze...... Breeze...... Gale...... Wind...... Hurricane......

Chu Duan seemed to be surrounded by countless winds, and the entire world was full of wind, only the whistling of the cyan wind.

"What is the wind?"

"The breeze is light, the wind is strong, the wind is strong, the hurricane is the wind, all kinds of winds, and the world of the ocean wind that constitutes the wind. ”

"The wind is formless, boundless, pervasive, and everywhere. ”

Suddenly, Chu Duan's eyes opened, there seemed to be a wisp of fresh wind blowing under his eyes, and a sword was drawn out, bringing a gust of wind blowing away, and another sword stabbed out, and there was no sword shadow, only a breeze blowing, Chu Duan felt that he seemed to understand something, and there was some mystery about the wind.

"Breeze lore!"

Chu Dui's heart moved at will, turned around and took a sword, only to see that the sword body exuded a light cyan luster, and in an instant, the wind flowed towards the tip of the sword, and a light cyan wind blade of more than half a meter flew out from the sword, and in the blink of an eye, it was cut on the hard mountain wall seven or eight meters away, with a clicking sound, the gravel splashed, and the light cyan was shattered, leaving only a crack more than half a meter long and a finger wide and more than an inch deep.

This sword is more than half as strong!