"The first type of rising sun rises in the east!"

......

"The third type of scorching sun is on the head!"

......

"The fifth red sun sinks in the west!"

......

Under the sunset, on the roof, Song Yifei's footsteps were sometimes light, sometimes slow, sometimes heavy, and sometimes erratic.

The sword moves in his hand, from the first style to the seventh style, the cycle repeatedly, and the momentum on his body slowly changed from the high of the rising sun to the low of the sunset.

When the swordsmanship is practiced to the tenth time.

Song Yifei, who had his eyes closed, began to flow in his mind with the mental picture of the Remnant Yang Sword Technique in his mind.

Originally, according to the gourd to draw the scoop, barely a familiar sword move, it became more and more smooth, without a trace of blockage, there is a sense of pleasure that comes naturally, swaying freely, imaginatively.

Whew!

The wooden sword brought up layers of sword wind, whistling and circling, and a hazy red light slowly appeared on Song Yifei's body, as if it was integrated with the sunset.

Airplanes!

Gradually, Song Yifei's sword moves broke free from the shackles, the speed of the sword dance increased sharply, no longer pursuing cyclic progression, the momentum and the sword moves were integrated, and the gentle place suddenly turned sharply.

"The Remnant Sun of the Seventh Form of the Remnant Sun Sword Technique is like blood!"

In one breath, he rushed to the seventh form of 'Remnant Sun Like Blood', which means that his Remnant Sun Sword Technique has been cultivated to the fullest. Suddenly, the red light on his body and the red light on the sword suddenly rose, like the last afterglow of the sunset, bursting out.

Whew!

In an instant, Song Yifei's sword speed and movements increased by three percent, and he swung out eight red sword qi in the air.

In no particular order, the sword qi rushed into the air and disappeared at the end of his gaze.

Song Yifei's movements still did not stop, and he cast them over and over again, but he never released the sword qi again, but constantly compressed the red light.

With each cast, the red light on the body reloads, from light red to deep red, and then to deep red.

After performing the Remnant Sun Sword Technique more than a dozen times in a row, Song Yifei finally realized the last style, and the sword technique reached a supernatural level.

"The Remnant Sun Sword Technique's Eighth Style: Crying Blood Remnant Sun!"

Song Yifei jumped up, and the crimson light on his body suddenly turned into an extremely thick scarlet, and then spread violently, turning into a round of blood-colored remnant sun, falling from the sky.

It's like the red sun burning out, and the west sinks into the sea!

The remnant sun wept blood, the mountains were like the sea, and the golden crow roared sadly, and it was shattered!

With the aura of destruction, Song Yifei held a long sword in his hand, turned into a scarlet sun, and fell to the ground.

Rumble!

The scarlet sword light turned into bursting sword qi and slashed the earth, forming a huge crack dozens of meters in length and width. Song Yifei's feet shook out a three-foot-deep dirt pit, surrounded by flying dirt, and the wide courtyard was a mess.

"Whew!"

Song Yifei exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his face showed joy.

"Although the power is not as good as that of the Flying Immortals, it is already very good!"

The True Qi he used just now was less than one percent of his own, and his power was already comparable to the full force of an innate entry. If you exert all your strength, it is enough to destroy the ordinary innate perfection.

With the breakthrough of the sword technique, the true qi in his body operated on its own, making his cultivation improve a little again.

Airplanes!

Just as Song Yifei was about to finish his efforts and leave, there was a sudden buzz in his mind, and the originally formless and qualitative spirit automatically converged, bursting out with a sword intent like blood.

Airplanes!

A sword aura that cut through everything and was sharp also rose. This sword intent was hidden deep in his mind, and he was affected by the sword intent of the remnant sun, and suddenly awakened.

Rumble!

The two sword intents collided together like enemies of life and death, and Song Yifei only felt that in the depths of his mind, it was like thunder exploding, opening up the world and chaos.

"Ahh

Song Yifei let out a miserable scream, couldn't stand, held a sword in his hand, poofed, and fell to the ground on one knee.

"This is the sword intent of the Flying Immortals outside the sky!!What's going on, could it be that there is a conflict between the two exercises, and you have gone mad?"

Enduring the intense dizziness in his mind, Song Yifei gritted his teeth and desperately kept his consciousness clear.

A warm liquid slowly flowed out of his nose, ears, and eyes.

"It's bleeding!!, it can't be a bad brain, is it?"

Wiping his nose, Song Yifei couldn't help but be frightened.

It was so sudden that he wasn't prepared at all.

Airplanes!

Just when he was at a loss, thinking about whether to call someone to get the elixir, the spirit in his mind strangely stabilized again.

"How could it be...... What is this thing?"

After his spirit stabilized, Song Yifei suddenly felt that a strange space had inexplicably opened up in his mind, a hazy illusory sword shadow, quietly suspended in the center of the space, looming.

"It can't be that I have practiced some peerless magic by accident, right?"

The sudden extra illusory sword shadow made Song Yifei puzzled for a while.

He could feel the connection between the sword shadow and him, as if the illusory sword shadow was real, but in a space that could not be fathomed and touched.

"This looks like a spiritual space, but I've never seen a description of this thing in a martial arts book!"

Even in the "Great Law of Heaven and Earth, Yin and Yang", there is no mention of the method of opening up the spiritual space.

After the cultivation of a martial artist has reached innate perfection, the next step is to compress the true qi, condense the essence and spirit of the whole body into a golden pill, turn the void into reality, and practice the false into reality.

Song Yifei frowned and stood up, using his spirit to sense the illusory sword shadow, and then raised his right hand and flicked his fingers.

Sou!

A transparent sword qi shot out and hit the wall more than ten meters away.

Poof!

Like a stone striking water, the moment the sword qi hit the wall, it made a slight sound, and then passed through.

"How does it feel?"

Song Yifei frowned and looked at his fingers, and then a sword aura popped out again, only this time there was no communication with the illusory sword shadow.

Boom!

The sword qi collided with the wall, making a violent sound, smashing a half-foot-deep pit and turning into nothing.

"This illusory sword shadow can directly increase the power of sword qi without any consumption!!

After discovering the usefulness of the illusory sword shadow, Song Yifei's eyes unconsciously widened by three points.

This feature is a bit against the sky!

wiped the blood with his clothes quickly, Song Yifei was a little impatient, ready to ask his father.

At this moment, two figures, as light as swallows and swift movements, quickly jumped over the high wall and into the courtyard.

Boom!

Two sharp knives out of the sheath sounded at the same time.

"Where...... Young Master Song?"

"There...... Song Gongzi?!"

The two people who jumped into the courtyard were just halfway through their words when they found that Song Yifei was the only one, and their faces couldn't help but show surprise.

These two people, one wearing light armor, bun hair, holding a long knife in his hand, dressed neatly and neatly, looked very powerful.

One was dressed in a robe, armed with a long blue sword, with a shawl, a scruffy beard, and a smell of alcohol.

"Lord Xu, Ye Xianfeng, how did you come here?"

Song Yifei's brows furrowed slightly, and then he stretched instantly, his tone puzzled.

"I heard movement here, so I rushed over to see what was going on!" Xu Shengnian smiled and said politely.

"Me too!"

Looking at the deep pit under Song Yifei's feet, as well as the cracks on the ground, Ye Feng couldn't help frowning.

"So that's the case, then I'm really sorry for the two of you! When I was practicing just now, I had some understanding, and I didn't stop it for a while, hehe!"

Song Yifei showed a look of sudden realization, and then explained with a smile.

It seems that in the future, I will have to change places to practice.

Before cultivating, he had already arranged for his subordinates, but he didn't expect to attract the two of them.

Needless to say, Ye Feng is the innate master enshrined in their family, and the other two innate must be stationed in their house regularly to guard safety.

Xu Shengnian is a little not simple, he came with Lu Qingli, which is equivalent to Lu Qingli's personal guard, and he is a master in the Imperial City Guard.

If it attracts Ye Feng's attention, it will be a little troublesome, and it will be a bit troublesome to attract Xu Shengnian.

For the traces on the ground, Xu Shengnian naturally saw it clearly.

"Song Gongzi's strength is really strong, he deserves to be a master disciple of the Wudang faction!" Xu Shengnian smiled and flattered.

"Lord Xu is polite!"

"Since there's nothing to do, then I'll go back to Lord Lu first!"

"Let Lord Xu worry!"

"Song Gongzi is polite!"

Xu Shengnian also hurried and hurried, and did not have much curiosity about Song Yifei's strength.

Ye Feng neither gave up his hand, nor did he say much polite words, and turned around and left directly.

A few subordinates were called and asked them to trim the ground, and Song Yifei himself hurried to Song Zhi'an's residence outside.

He couldn't wait to know what the illusory sword shadow in his mind was?