"This celestial phenomenon is really strange!" On the top of the highest building of Nanming Academy, an old man stroked his beard lightly, looking at the white sky and couldn't help but sigh.

In this coldest season, it is rare for Nanming College in the south to have a heavy snowfall, and the inch-deep snow covers the earth, which will not affect the strength of Mr. Trainee's travel, but it makes many teenagers born in the south feel excited, some of them see snow for the first time, they can't help but shout, and even have a childlike heart to greet their partners to take advantage of this good day to have a snowball fight, which makes the cold wind more energetic for the academy.

There is such a courtyard is different from other places, other people's houses are snowflakes falling, the courtyard walls, eaves and the ground are full of snow, but there is only a little snow in the corner of this courtyard, the central area is only slightly wet, what is even more incredible is that there are not only snowflakes falling above this courtyard, but also snowflakes floating up, such as dandelions blooming in the sky, forming an amazing spectacle against the background of other falling snow.

The reason for all this is that the young man in a green shirt who stood in the middle of the courtyard and waved his sword in a dashing manner, like a dance. You can see the sword in the hand of the young man Qing Han, sometimes like a green dragon pounced, sometimes like a tree branch gently swaying, fast and slow in the alternation of a wonderful rhythm, the young man stepped on the footwork to advance and retreat, the dazzling or illusory sword shadow actually surrounded him into a round ball, the energy surrounded, like a whirlwind tornado, naturally all the nearby snow bullets forced away, not waiting for these snow to land, the heat contained in the energy will melt it, there are water drips down, and there is steam rising.

Miraculously, this spherical energy is like a whirlpool to pull all the water droplets, and when the blade of the sword slashes upward, it is like a medicine pestle constantly stirring on the top of the dome, but it naturally sends the attracted water droplets into the sky and turns into steam, and if there are snowflakes that fall to the top of the ball at this time, they will also be affected by the same effect, and float up under the gentle force generated by the top of the ball, forming a spectacle of floating snow and falling snow.

"This scene is like a profound martial art that reverses the waterfall, and it is worthy of the Qingfeng Golden Sword!" The young man who saw this scene couldn't help but admire.

It is not a very clever skill to melt the snow with strength, after all, the movement of the human body will release heat, and the stone spirit realm is serious enough to release dozens of times the heat energy of ordinary people, if the true qi energy can be turned into a furnace, but the young man in the green shirt obviously did not use the true qi when he swung the sword, but formed a special aura to push the falling snow up and float without causing it to break and dissolve, this ability is beyond the reach of the dust.

"I should be able to do it with the whirlwind palm technique, but the sword is a fierce soldier but he has been used so far, my attainments are far inferior!" a young man spread his hands and looked at it for a while, then sighed.

This sword dance lasted for tea time, and the sword blade that gave people the impression of cold was like a flame that baked the courtyard with an inch of snow to dry the courtyard, and even the young man who was watching the battle felt that his body was a lot warmer, and he was amazed and took advantage of the young man in the green shirt to stop the sword dance and come forward to admire.

"Brother Qingyun's swordsmanship is one level higher than mine, it's really embarrassing!" A young man in white wore a sword, admiring his mouth.

"Brother Qingyun's hand is like a golden bell jar, which is in line with the name of our Golden Bell Palace!" A young man smiled, but he didn't care about it.

"Ling Qingyun, I don't know what kind of swordsmanship you are performing? I see that the footwork you are walking is also quite subtle, and it seems to match this swordsmanship?" There was also a question from the girl, and her big eyes were full of curiosity.

"This swordsmanship and footwork are indeed matching, and the sum is in the "Seven Star Sword Spectrum" in the Library Pavilion, which is a martial art that has both offense and defense, I have copied it several times, and I have been pondering it constantly, and now I can finally use it proficiently. Ling Qingyun replied with a smile.

The atmosphere at this time is a little wonderful, the surrounding teenagers and girls are his classmates, and the difference from last year is that it is the first time that the same class has gathered like this - you must know that it has been two and a half months since the start of school at this time, and the reason why this is so is due to the fact that the experience is no longer carried out according to the class after entering the middle age, resulting in the club is the main organization for students to gather, and the middle-aged students are from the three classes of the lower grades, not enrolled at the same time, and they are also much divided from each other.

The feeling of being with these classmates is indeed different from that of the younger years, for Ling Qingyun, most of the classmates here are the original seniors, and some are still in the opposite Black Feather Pavilion and Purple Cloud Palace, and now it is inevitable that they will get along a little awkwardly, but fortunately, everyone is a reasonable person, when they should compete, they should be friendly, and they will not be friendly because of the community they are in at this time.

So what made these classmates finally want to get together? Naturally, it is a rare but the grandest class-based activity in the middle-aged segment - Nanming Dabi!

Even if the middle-aged stage develops clubs and becomes more and more prosperous under the independent competition of students, resulting in a great weakening of students' sense of belonging to the class, there is no doubt that Nanming Dabi is always the largest event of Nanming College with class participation.

Seeing that Dabi is imminent, the teenagers who have hardly gotten along with their classmates for more than two months finally gathered together and began to discuss countermeasures, and they can't help but even if they join the club, the glory and rewards brought by Nanming Dabi are attractive enough, not to mention that as a young person, how can they not have the heart to win?

It's just that this discussion is very simple, and whoever has the strongest combat power will fight as a representative, as for archery, alchemy, forging, art of war and other competitions, they are free to sign up, and whoever can stand out will also be counted as winning glory for the class, and will naturally be recognized and grateful by everyone.

As for helping to forge weapons and giving away pills like Lin Jian and others did at the beginning? Don't think about it, this kind of mutual assistance is within the function of the community, and the middle-aged period is already the era of the community.

There is no doubt that Ling Qingyun, who has the name of Qingfeng Golden Sword and shows his bravery in Camel Ridge and Zhushan Mountain, is the most powerful competitor in this Nanming competition.

"Brother Ling, can you plan to use this sword technique to win the Nanming Great Competition?" someone was deeply attracted by the Seven Star Sword Technique, and said with excitement on his face.

"Nope. Ling Qingyun shook his head: "Although this seven-star swordsmanship and its footwork are subtle, they are dexterous and good at fighting, and they are not suitable for me, so the drill is just to integrate its mysteries and make up for the shortcomings of my swordsmanship." ”

"Qingyun Gaojian. "Someone has a jaw head, and he can also see that although this seven-star sword technique looks extraordinary, the actual lethality is not as good as Ling Qingyun's usual explosion of various sword moves.

"Then can you ask Brother Qingyun to demonstrate the real combat sword technique for us, which is an eye-opener for us?" A young man smiled, his face mixed with a complex look of expectation, provocation, and curiosity.

"Good. Ling Qingyun just nodded, satisfying most people's curiosity.

Everyone consciously moved out of the space, making Ling Qingyun independent of the center of the courtyard, and the sword in his hand was swung out again.

This time, the sword light was chilling, like a shock, which made the teenagers who were used to the cold of the wind and snow shudder.

It's fast! It's cold! It's so sharp!

The previous seven-star swordsmanship is like a large net formed by the trajectory of the sword, which can be described as a drop of water, there is a sign of perfection, the snow is difficult to approach, the cold wind is difficult to invade, and even the sword edge can produce a strange scene of holding up the falling snow, which is a perfect and beautiful swordsmanship, which can completely achieve a degree of attack and defense, and it is a very subtle and difficult skill in the eyes of a group of teenagers.

However, Ling Qingyun's sword at this moment was completely different, it could not constitute a dripping defense, it could not bounce away the snowflakes with its strength, and it could not form a spectacle of the snowflakes floating, but each sword revealed a sense of fierceness that was difficult to face no matter how it was chopped and stabbed, and the flying snow forced by its strength would neither bounce off nor melt, but was torn apart by the excessively sharp sword qi.

With the sword waving, the cold light shone, and another wonder was born, where the sword was pointing, it was cold and swaying, and there was no snow falling.

This is far less gorgeous and beautiful than the seven-star sword technique, but the young man who saw this sword light was trembling.

"This is his strength, his sword?" Even Xu Lingfeng, who was most familiar with Ling Qingyun, couldn't help but mutter, from this thrilling sword light, he understood that his friend's progress was beyond imagination, so that he had to re-examine and determine the height he was at.

In the face of the seven-star swordsmanship, they admired the subtlety, and considered how to resist and crack it, but it was not easy to compete with it, so they sighed that Ling Qingyun's swordsmanship was superb, but in the face of Ling Qingyun's original heart, specially used for fighting and killing, their first thought was that they could not resist it, and they couldn't resist it even if they tried their best!

Invincible and invincible, the difference between the two words is the difference between cloud and mud, and the young man who originally had a competitive heart couldn't help but sigh silently, looking at each other and smiling bitterly.

Even the opponent's sword blade can't resist, how can you fight? This monster should be handed over to other monsters to deal with!

Sighing, the heart of competition was gone, and the teenagers relaxed their moods, watching Ling Qingyun's sword dance from an appreciative perspective, only to feel that this slash was like a lightning wind, and it would never drag mud and water, so it can be imagined that the power contained in this sword move is strong, and it can also be seen that it is different from the special beauty of the seven-star swordsmanship.

"These sword moves are not just one move, they are related to each other...... Could it be that Ling Qingyun is creating his own sword technique?" A young man was taken aback by his own discovery, he was called a sword idiot by his classmates, but the sword technique realm was not as good as Ling Qingyun's sword but it was better than most of his classmates, at this time, he was the only one who felt the inexplicable fluctuations and connections between Ling Qingyun's sword swing and the change of moves, and he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

How old is he, so he plans to integrate various swordsmanship and open up his own unique kendo?

With this kind of surprise, the young man with the nickname of the sword idiot carefully realized it, and felt the increasingly sharp edge on Ling Qingyun's sword with a unique vision, and the sword marks were constantly accumulating, converging into a seamless net.

The unknown but majestic power is brewing, so that the sword idiot is shocked and excited, this is a kind of potential, will be like a volcanic eruption, earth-shattering! When accompanied by countless sword lights, this momentum finally reached its peak, in an instant, the golden light is like a rainbow, in this ice and snow winter looks extremely amazing.

Looking at this dazzling golden light, all the teenagers couldn't sit still, their eyes widened, and they exclaimed.

"Golden Crack!?"