Qing Feng swung it, the sword light rippled, and it was rare that the sword that could slash the powerhouse of the Golden Body Realm did not emit a loud sword sound, but instead danced like a lake in a gentle manner, and the sword light rushed into the mist.

Normally, Ling Qingyun is on the defensive when he casts the Yanbo Sword Technique, and standing in place can often practice it more perfectly, and now he is moving forward while dancing the sword, which naturally greatly reduces the perfection of the Yanbo Sword Technique, there is a gap between the smoke, and it is impossible to do a drop without leaking, and the fog seeps in, wetting his clothes.

It doesn't matter if you wet your clothes, isn't this kind of obstacle common in cultivation? Now Ling Qingyun Xingwu Dancing Sword, although the Yanbo Sword Technique was not perfect, but with the swing of the sword and the stepping, he faintly felt that his sword technique had some special connection with the surrounding fog, as if the whole fog was actually a huge life form, and now the self who was performing the sword technique and resonating with it heard the sound of its breathing, and also saw a hazy path unfolding in the mysterious mist.

He guessed correctly, the Yanbo Sword Technique was indeed the key to the Gate of Mist, and this key would also be fed back by the Mist, and it would become more and more subtle in it.

Walking along the road, Ling Qingyun's mood of swinging the sword has become more relaxed and enjoyable, it can be said that this fog is a holy place for him to practice swords, the fog is gentle, but there is inexplicable resistance to swinging the sword, so that it naturally slows down, in line with the characteristics of smoke waves, and there is rich moisture, and the sword can be stained with water droplets at will, this mist is naturally more conducive to the psychedelic effect of the smoke wave sword technique, and even makes the swordsman unconsciously immersed in it, with the sword light meandering, the defects of walking and swinging the sword are gradually reduced.

"Stopping in place, of course, the foundation is stable, but the characteristics of the Yanbo Sword Technique are unpredictable, how can it be realized in one place? It should be combined with the footwork to make it more and more unpredictable, although the perfection will be affected in the process, it is necessary to go further!" Ling Qingyun's eyes lit up, he quickly took a step forward in his insight into the Yanbo Sword Technique, this mist really helped a lot.

I don't know how long I walked in the fog or how far I went, but Ling Qingyun felt that this road was almost over, he sighed slightly, but a sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart.

"Not good!" Ling Qingyun swung his sword with all his might, and the impermeable sword light met a white sword that suddenly stabbed in front of him, and without a clang, the sword was frustrated by the sword mist and bounced back, and retracted quietly.

There was a light sound in the mist, but the white sword stabbed again, this time it was not a straight stab, it twisted and twisted, and the sword walked the dragon and snake.

Ling Qingyun maintained the sword momentum, and the white sword was enveloped in the misty sword light, like thousands of silk threads binding the dragon and snake, but this white sword was also cunning, the sword body twisted, and the soft strength burst out, and it actually broke out of the fog after several struggles, which made Ling Qingyun couldn't help but be frightened.

Until now, he couldn't see the true face of his opponent in the mist, only to see a hazy figure slightly taller than himself flickering, the white sword in the mist can be called like a fish in water, obviously not shining but very conspicuous, moving more slippery than a loach.

These were not surprising, what really surprised Ling Qingyun was that this opponent was currently able to keep the strength of his sword at the same level as himself, and he was able to face his own Yanbo Sword Technique and draw his sword to get out?

The white sword is here again, this time it is even more weird, it actually presents three sword shadows in the mist, each of them is like a real one, the smoke wave sword technique is shrouded in all directions, Ling Qingyun doesn't have to bother to judge which one is true, but something unexpected happened, after these three sword shadows pierced into the mist, they all burst out with actual power, causing the entire smoke wave to surge and shook, but the three sword shadows took advantage of the situation to break through the sword mist and drill inward!

Ling Qingyun was already throbbing, the sword shadow was folded three times, what a clever skill! These three swords were menacing, but they also showed a loach-like slippery, avoiding the sword blade's block, passing through the fog, if it weren't for the innermost sword qi ripples to resist with all his might, Ling Qingyun's smoke wave sword technique was almost directly penetrated.

The white sword was defeated again, and Ling Qingyun was shocked into a cold sweat, after a few fights, he already felt that the opponent's sword was soft and soft, and there was no malice, but the pressure brought to him by this duel was better than the real sword and real gun to fight to the death, because this was a duel of kendo skills, like a master playing chess, every move was unfathomable and full of danger, which greatly touched the heart of the swordsman.

However, after a pause and flicking his fingers, the white sword came again, this time it showed a more amazing posture, like mist, like floating clouds, making bursts of smoke waves, it was actually a smoke wave sword technique!

What kind of scene is that of the Yanbo Sword Technique? Ling Qingyun knew that this was the collision of clouds and mist, and the two rows of turbid waves hit the sky with waves, and the clouds and fog surged, which was dizzyingly complicated, and it was even more difficult to deal with, far from being comparable to the Yanbo Sword Technique of a single person.

Ling Qingyun was suppressed, the surging sea of mist swung by the white sword covered the smoke waves that Qingfeng danced into, and there were thousands of soldiers fighting in the turbulence, and every place was in a rout, making Ling Qingyun block with all his strength, and he was a little exhausted, and he almost used all his comprehension of the Yanbo Sword Technique to maintain the stalemate, but this stalemate did not last long, the other party no longer attacked head-on, but used the sword mist to cover the weak point of Ling Qingyun's swordsmanship from the side, the Yanbo Sword Technique was varied, it was pervasive, and it seeped into the loophole like this, and lightly tapped on Ling Qingyun's body, every bit of pain was not painful, but it made Ling Qingyun's heart cold。

This is a warning, if you do this in a life-and-death struggle, you may be killed! A kind of terror enveloped Ling Qingyun, this is the horror of the frustration of the sword and the threat of death, under the sword of this mysterious and powerful enemy, he exerted all his strength, and the smoke waves surged more and more complicated, like in tune with the fog, making up for fewer and fewer loopholes.

Ling Qingyun seemed to hear a light sigh again, this time expressing his appreciation, but the pressure from the white sword continued to increase, he struggled to resist, and completely threw his mind into the two mist clouds, only to feel that there were infinite changes and mysteries between the confrontation of this smoke wave sword technique, and he couldn't help but absorb this perception mystery with all his might, and he no longer knew the external object.

This is a state of forgetting about things and me, which makes Ling Qingyun's swordsmanship improve at an astonishing speed, I don't know when, this feeling came to an abrupt end, Ling Qingyun was stunned in place, the smoke disappeared, and the fog disappeared, this is the secluded bamboo forest, a young man holding a white sword, standing in front of him.

"Senior Brother Ling's swordsmanship is really extraordinary!" the young man smiled, appreciative and friendly.

"Senior Duan Hongyan?" Looking at the handsome young man in front of him, Ling Qingyun couldn't help but be surprised, it was actually the legendary senior who had brought back a fourth-order demon catfish as a trophy in Nanming Dabi, and now he was in good spirits, more elegant than at the beginning, but he didn't know what level of cultivation he had reached?

Ling Qingyun also thought that this kind of divine dragon must be traveling the world, but he didn't expect that he was in the small secluded forest of the academy.

"Looks like I'm still a bit famous. Duan Hongyan smiled: "It's just that this senior should change his name to Senior Brother." ”

"Senior is Mr. Wei's disciple?" Ling Qingyun couldn't say rashly, and asked tentatively, although he also knew that the answer was obvious.

"This Yanbo Sword Technique was passed on to me by Shizun, but I don't want you to be so powerful by studying on your own, I can't realize this point in half a year under the guidance of Shizun!" Duan Hongyan sighed, he is not a mediocre person, he is a legendary senior in the senior stage, and he is also a Tianjiao, and now he has the same strength as Ling Qingyun, although he has the upper hand, he has a sense of frustration.

"Come with me, since you have gone deep into the small secluded forest, you must have decided to apprentice. Duan Hongyan said, Ling Qingyun did not deny this, and walked with Duan Hongyan in this quiet bamboo forest.

"This is the innermost perimeter of the bamboo forest, even if it is a living area, there is no maze, but there are many mechanisms. Duan Hongyan explained to Ling Qingyun as she walked: "That bamboo over there seems to be ordinary, but it is actually a formation base, if you touch it casually, even if you touch it casually, you will be paralyzed by electricity. ”

Ling Qingyun was taken aback, thinking that this was the residence of the Tianxing powerhouse, he was also relieved.

After walking for a while, Ling Qingyun heard the sound of the flute, followed the voice, and saw a woman in a green skirt with a dusty temperament in the bamboo forest, gently blowing the flute.

"I've seen Senior Sister/Senior Sister!" the two greeted, and the woman in the green dress bowed slightly, and smiled softly at the two.

"This is the fifth senior sister Ning Qinglan, who has won the championship in Nanming University many times, and her music and martial arts skills are unique. Duan Hongyan said to Ling Qingyun, Ling Qingyun was slightly shocked, he had heard this name, it seemed to be a generation of Tianjiao in the academy, but he was indifferent, and he had never participated in the martial arts competition of the Nanming Competition.

Now it seems that this Senior Sister Ning has a dusty temperament, and her voice is even more mysterious, but I am afraid that she is already a strong person in Linghua, and if she participated in the competition, she might be able to win the championship.

"Speaking of which, the fog seems to have disappeared?" Ling Qingyun, who had a glimpse of where he had come from, said with some confusion as the path turned.

"This fog is not easy to generate, it needs to be created by formations and feng shui, and it will consume the energy accumulated in normal times, so we will only open it three times a month, each time it is no more than an hour, and today it is specially opened for you. Duan Hongyan explained with a smile.

"Thank you, senior. Ling Qingyun was solemn.

"Thank you, it's a test, it's a toss, you've done a great job. Duan Hongyan said, he was smiling all the time, and his voice was like a spring breeze, and it was easy to have a good impression of him.

After walking for a while, I saw a bamboo house on the side of the road, a middle-aged man walked out of it, his face was full of beard and unkempt, and Ling Qingyun's eyes lit up: "This is our little junior brother?"

"This is the second senior brother Zhuge Yu, who learned the mechanism technique with the master, and most of the mechanisms in this small secluded forest are from his handwriting. Duan Hongyan explained with a smile.

Hearing that Xiao Youlin's organs were all arranged by this Zhuge Yu, the corners of Ling Qingyun's mouth couldn't help twitching, this senior brother was too lacking in morality.

"I've seen the senior, and the senior's mechanism has been admired for a long time. But he clenched his fists and spoke.

"I'm afraid it's not Jiuyang, it's my own experience, and I hate it so much, right?" Zhuge Yu looked at Ling Qingyun with a smile: "You don't have to be nervous, Hongyan and Qinglan had similar expressions at the beginning, and it was inappropriate to call me a senior, because I couldn't enter Nanming, and I was a disciple of Shizun outside." ”

Ling Qingyun was speechless, but Zhuge Yu continued with great interest: "My cultivation qualifications are ordinary, even if I have the teachings of my master, I haven't been able to break through Linghua for more than thirty years, and I can only ponder the technique all day long, this small secluded forest is a good place, I can toss students with stronger talents than me, sometimes I can even toss it in the senior years, hehe......"

It's really a guy with a bad taste, Ling Qingyun was speechless, but Zhuge Yu's organ did not cause real harm to people, but sharpened many new students, it should be said that the credit is not small, and it doesn't hurt to have a little bad taste in my heart.

At the same time, he was also surprised, Wei Lan not only knew the smoke wave sword technique, but also knew the trick of the machine? The gentleman of Nanming Academy was really extraordinary.

Say goodbye to Zhuge Yu, who is full of energy and declares that he will develop a new trap to make next year's new students cry and cry for their mothers. Ling Qingyun finally came to the end of the road under the leadership of Duan Hongyan, where there was a small fence, there were chickens pecking rice, white rabbits gnawing grass, and an old man with a long beard looking at the ripples of the lake outside the bamboo forest.

"You're here?" the old man turned around and smiled gently at Ling Qingyun.