Time passes.

Yun Hong kept practicing his sword.

"Wind Feather Sword" sixty-four styles, after more than half a year of cultivation, he has long been proficient, especially in the past four or five days, in addition to eating and sleeping is penance.

It's a day and night.

To this day, Yun Hong finally comprehended a trace of the true mystery of "Wind Feather Sword".

Sixty-four swordsmanship, some are offensive and killing moves, some are defensive moves, some are borrowed strength, and some are rapid stabs.... It seems to be different, but in fact, the essence of these sixty-four styles is the same.

Four words - move with the wind.

This wind.

It's not the wind that blows.

It refers to the air fluctuations caused by the battle, which can be traced, and the highest level of the Wind Feather Sword is to make each sword of the cultivator fluctuate with the air, so that the sword can be drawn faster.

Master duel.

Fast and slow.

i.e. life and death.

The sixty-four style swordsmanship is only to help the sword practitioner better capture the wind, so that he can find that fleeting opportunity in the life-and-death struggle and strike the sword faster than the enemy.

"According to Master Yang's teachings, when the Wind Feather Sword is cultivated to the consummation realm, it is no longer confined to the swordsmanship itself, and each sword can fully fit in with the fluctuations of the wind. ”

Yun Hong thought while practicing his sword.

Move with the wind.

This is what Yang Lou has taught a long time ago, and Yun Hong has long remembered it.

But if he hadn't cultivated thousands of times in the past six months, and hadn't really cultivated with his heart and comprehended with his heart, even if Yun Hong knew more, he would not have been able to do it in this life.

You can't just know it.

It depends on practice.

Only by experiencing it can you realize it.

"Fighting will cause air fluctuations, and my sword will follow these fluctuations. Yun Hong sensed silently, but the sword technique in his hand was mutating.

Sometimes unpredictable, sometimes swift and unstoppable, sometimes thick as a mountain, sometimes rampage unchanged.....

One move after another.

Some styles are completely different, but at this moment, in the hands of Yun Hong, they are extremely good at it, as if they are one, and the most important point is.

His sword.

Faster and faster.

It is like a river that flows out of the mountains, slow at first, then slowly faster, and finally carrying mountain rocks and branches, turning into a raging and unstoppable torrent.

"Whew~"

Sword stop.

It all came to an abrupt end.

"It's still not perfect. Yun Hong muttered to himself.

These days, he can feel that he is getting closer and closer to the subtlety of his swordsmanship, and every move and style can almost blend into the fluctuations of the wind, but there is always a trace of charm.

Almost a little.

It is heaven and earth.

It's the difference between the basics and the subtleties.

It means that he has not really controlled the fluctuations of the wind.

"My fist skills have been mastered, my control over my body is getting stronger and stronger, and the sword, although it is an extension of my body..... But it is not a body after all, and it is much more difficult to be subtle in swordsmanship than in fist technique. Yun Hong pondered.

"Since I can't find that opportunity, I can only grind it slowly. ”

Yun Hong was actually very eager for swordsmanship in his heart, but the more he longed, the more he forced himself to be calm and calm.

Because he knows.

Anxiety is harmful to cultivation and not beneficial.

Moreover, according to Yun Hong's estimate, as long as he continued to cultivate like this, within a month or two, the sword law would certainly be able to achieve subtlety.

"It's late at night. ”

Yun Hong looked at the street buildings in the distance through the temple gate, there was almost no light, it was dark, and the guards who were in charge of keeping watch at the door had already fallen asleep with knives.

.....

"Let's go back to the room first. ”

Yun Hong took the sword and turned towards his room.

The first thing is to take off the forging suit he wears closely, and now the forging suit he wears all day weighs two hundred and eighty pounds, and I'm afraid few disciples can believe it.

The hot water prepared by the handyman in the hospital has been covered with a lid, and Yun Hong reached out and touched it, and the water is still warm.

I took a shower and changed into clean clothes.

Subsequently.

Yun Hong sat on his bed, reflecting before going to bed, thinking about today's gains and losses.

Practice, practice is the most important thing, because it is a strong foundation, but reflection is also very important, which can improve yourself faster.

"Swordsmanship depends on grinding. ”

Yun Hong pondered: "The key is physical tempering. ”

These days.

He eats three meals of spiritual rice a day, three catties each time, eats demon beast meat twice, five catties each time, and eats at least ten taels of silver every day.

Costly.

But Yun Hong's heart, through the crazy pure qi and blood released heat, the effect of refining the physical body is extremely obvious, although it is only four or five days, it is worth the effect of Yun Hong's previous penance for one or two months.

"It's just that with the passage of time, the effect of Lingmi and Demon Beast Meat is weakening. Yun Hong said secretly: "Today's refining effect is at least fifty percent weaker than on the first day. ”

That's a quick decline.

Estimated by Yunhong.

There are two reasons, one is that his physical fitness has improved too quickly, and the qi and blood brought by the digestion of spiritual rice and demon beast meat have become less and less obvious on the body, as evidenced by the weakening of the thermal effect released by the heart.

Second, it is his body that is close to the sixfold limit of quenching.

"The outside world thinks that I condense the veins, but in fact, I have not condensed the veins, and the meridians have not been opened, so I can't cultivate the true qi, so there is a limit to refining the physical body. ”

Yun Hong has read many books.

Especially the last time Xu Kai Immortal introduced his own cultivation path, it was even more clear.

When the physical body is tempered to the extreme of the easy tendon stage, it can condense the veins, and this upper limit varies from person to person, some are high and some are low.

The upper limit is high, it is difficult to condense the pulse, and it is easy to cultivate afterwards.

The upper limit is low, the pulse is easy to condense, and then it is difficult to cultivate.

"These days of crazy tempering, my physical fitness should already be on par with that of a normal Condensing Vein Martial Artist. ”

Like the cultivation of swordsmanship, his physical body refining has also reached a bottleneck, and as for when he can break through, he can't grasp it either.

Even, if there is a chance to condense the veins, whether the heart will change and shake again, Yun Hong also does not know.

"Although the physical fitness is comparable, according to the cultivation of the true qi of the condensing vein martial artist, the explosive power is stronger, and in the competition of the Flame Hall after nine days, I may not be able to win Liu Ming and Senior Sister Wu. Yun Hong clenched his fists and continued to familiarize himself with his strength.

The two original condensing vein disciples of the Flame Temple.

One is Liu Ming.

One is Wu Hongyu, who was born in a strong place, condensed veins when he was less than fifteen years old, and has been condensing veins for nearly a year so far, and his talent is extremely high.

In the selection of the county court, each county can nominate fifty disciples, and the disciples of the Flame Hall can participate in the selection of the county court, so Yun Hong is not worried about anything.

It's just that.

"It's just a matter of losing to Senior Sister Wu, she has been condensing her veins for a long time, and I'm afraid it's not far from the Eightfold Leakless Realm. Yun Hong muttered to himself, with a faint hint of coldness in his eyes: "It's just that you must not lose to Liu Ming." ”

Compared with his peers, Yunhong is more mature and considerate, and this is because of his family.

Liu Ming's threats in the ring that day, and his blatant provocation under the ring, Yun Hong chose to ignore and choose to forbear, because he knew that there was no need to take advantage of his tongue.

But that doesn't mean there isn't anger in his heart.

"There are nine days left. ”