Behind the flying sword in the distance, the white clouds were lined up neatly and regularly. It is like an open umbrella, like the dance skirt of a European lady composed of clouds, and like the fluffy tail of a guppy fish.

Between the green mountains and the blue sky, the flying sword flying at high speed is particularly magnificent and beautiful against the background of the white halo.

"Sonic Boom Cloud!" exclaimed Zhang Yan.

As far as he knew, such beautiful and astonishing clouds would only appear if the flight speed reached around the speed of sound and the humidity of the air was right.

"Your cultivation is high, but you don't know that I have the 'Yin Wind Ghost Horse' in my hand!" Looking at Situ Erya's distant back, Wu Ma Lotte was not in a hurry, took out a three-inch long flag from the storage bag, shook it in the wind, and shouted: "Rise!"

A black banner with a white galloping horse on a black background rises against the storm and becomes a flag more than a foot high.

The Poison Sect has more ghost methods, and it is not outstanding in head-to-head confrontation, regardless of attack power, speed and body technique. Generations of people of insight in the church have come up with a variety of ways to make up for it.

Wu Ma Letian is the son of the sect leader, so he naturally has some remedial means.

This black flag is called the "Yin Wind Ghost Horse", which comes from the Ghost Yin Sect that is friendly with the Poison Sect, and belongs to the auxiliary magic weapon. The blessing on Wu Ma Lotte's body is enough to increase the speed of his imperial weapon flight by three to five times.

The thick yin qi merged into the black wind rolled up by Wu Ma Lotian's scimitar, and the yin wind gusted, wrapping him in the dust and leaving, the speed was not slightly inferior to Situ Erya!

"Senior Brother Zhang, it's time for us to go too. ”

"Senior Brother Wang, please!"

Wang Shiyuan was not polite, the flying sword was drawn by the wind and thunder, and the lightning flew out.

His sword flying method is not special, but his Yunshui Ten Directions Dao Technique takes the route of specialization in wind and thunder, and his flight speed is not slow.

The top speed of the trio was more than 1,000 kilometers per hour, and under the clear sky, a sonic boom cloud was pulled.

Circles of beautiful clouds bloom in the blue sky.

"Senior Brother Zhang, keep up!" Wang Shiyuan's voice came from afar.

Zhang Yan's heart suddenly became arrogant, and he promised in his mouth: "Okay!" Harnessed Chenghuang and switched to the Golden Light Absolute Sword.

A brilliant golden lightning slashed across the air, faster than the previous three. Flying through the sky, passing through fields and villages, in a blink of an eye, he surpassed Wang Shiyuan, who started last and had the slowest speed.

During the high-speed flight, Wang Shiyuan, who was gradually dissipating the depression in his heart, was suddenly startled, and his sword light paused for a moment, and he said: "I originally wanted to compare the flying speed of Senior Brother Zhang's sword, slow down a little, and take care of his face, but I didn't expect it...... The first talent in Wanshan will be extraordinary, and I will be faster!"

The power of wind and thunder on the flying sword is entangled, and the cooperation is wrapped around a wild dragon. Wang Shiyuan's flight speed increased by three points, but the distance from the three people in front of him became farther and farther.

From a distance, the surging black wind gradually caught up with the shocking and flashing white clouds, one black and one white, side by side. Soon, another golden light caught up from behind, gradually overtaking, and overtaking in front of the black wind and white clouds.

The red sun slanted in the west, and a round of vermilion fireballs were wrapped in layers of mist, sinking behind the long mountain that was as long as a snake.

The sky is getting darker, and the mountains and forests are full of thick green, and the mountains and mountains are all ruled by darkness and become dark blue and almost black. Only the area shrouded in a thick white fog has not changed. Even if the golden crow lands, the sun and the moon rotate, and the fog that blocks the line of sight still envelops the large mountains, as if they have not changed for eternity.

The mountaineers at the foot of the mountain are accustomed to the presence of a mist that persists in the depths of the mountains. The sun rises and the sun rests, and one by one they go back to the house and sleep.

As a rule of thumb, silence is about to overtake the mountain village.

But today was different from the past, and there was a muffled thunder in the sky. First there was a golden light, and then a white gas that emitted a soft silver light, rushing towards the far distance, flying towards the direction of Changshan.

The golden light, which was originally leading, seemed to be unable to continue, and was overtaken by Bai Qi in the last few miles.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Young Master Wuma, admit it!" A gentle voice came out from the white clouds that emitted silver light, calm and relaxed, without the slightest hurry, as if there was spare strength.

Next to the white clouds, in a cloud of black wind, a cold snort of annoyance spread: "Situ Erya, don't ...... Proud! What if...... No...... You're higher than us...... Outcome...... Not necessarily!" the voice was wheezing and staccato with a smell of impatience, and he was on a par with the man before.

If it weren't for the silver light emitted by the white clouds, the mountain people who dared to come out and look up would not have been able to detect the existence of the black wind.

Where the golden lightning disappeared, another young voice said, "Cultivating to a high level is originally a skill. If you want to talk, I don't have your magic weapon!

The breath is not as stable as the person in the white cloud, but compared to the anger and corruption, the person who is called the "Young Master of the Witch Horse" by the two of them is much more stable.

"You...... You're all in this together! I'm ...... I don't follow...... You say!"

Zhang Yan and Situ Erya glanced at each other and laughed out loud.

"You...... You ......" The wild laughter of the two of them highlighted the rapid deterioration of the weather in Wu Ma Le.

Only then did the purple and red light that finally appeared on the horizon arrive.

"Sword Immortal Master! It's Sword Immortal Master!"

In the small mountain village, there are "well-informed" villagers shouting.

Not to mention how the village at the foot of the long mountain tossed, Situ Erya, Zhang Yan, Wu Ma Letian, and Wang Shiyuan stood side by side on the dividing line between the presence and absence of fog, you look at me, I look at you, and they all feel much more pleasing to each other.

After a competition, the four of them felt a little sympathy for each other. Even the most wary and awkward Wu Ma Lotian did not object to Situ Erya's arrangement anymore, and found a place to rest outside the range of the fog.

The four of them each found their own position, and they were all three or five miles apart, so that they would not disturb each other, and they would be able to support each other when they encountered something.

Originally, it didn't need to be separated by such a long distance, but a flying sword competition in the afternoon consumed more than half of the true yuan in several people's bodies. In order to prepare for tomorrow, this night, all four of them have to meditate and breathe to fill up the true yuan, and they have to stay away.

Zhang Yanyou looked around, but couldn't find a very suitable place.

Suddenly, a tall cedar tree, seventy or eighty years tall, and six or seven people holding hands to hold it came into view. Even in this large tree, this one stands out from the crowd, more than ten meters above the rest of the trees.

Zhang Yan had an idea, Zhan Zhan flew up on the yellow, and circled around this particularly huge cedar tree, which was a little higher than the surrounding trees and treetops.

The canopy of the tree fell with a trunk several meters long, revealing a platform four or five feet high.

Zhang Yan flew up and waved his hand.

The section of the trunk was scorched, carbonized, and hardened by a flame.

The spring was sprinkled, the wind swept away, and the high-altitude platform that had just been formed was washed clean and re-baked and dried.

Zhang Yan took off his shoes and stood barefoot on the cross-section.

"This method is good!" a sigh of admiration came from afar, and the sound of the canopy falling to the ground sounded continuously. Situ Erya and Wu Ma Lotte followed his example one after another, selected a suitable tree, cut it off, and used it as a shelter.

With a flick of his wrist, a stack of swords spilled out of Zhang Yan's hand and stuck on the main trunk and the side branch that had been severed along with the surrounding area.

Laying out a formation that had both the functions of gathering spirits and defending, he exhaled lightly and sat down cross-legged.

From Chunming Mountain to Changshan, the distance is two thousand, five hundred kilometers, and in one afternoon, Edgeworth arrived and almost consumed the true yuan in his body. At the last moment, it was not that he intended to give in, but that the real yuan was not good.

With his newly obtained Golden Light Absolute Sword Technique, the speed of more than 400 kilometers per hour should have been the endurance speed of a normal long-distance Imperial Sword, and it should not have consumed the Dantian True Yuan in just over two hours.

The bad thing is that you chase me at the beginning!

Flying at high speed of more than 1,000 kilometers per hour, four people can't hold on for long.

Although the speed was quickly reduced, it also consumed a large amount of true yuan for Wu Ma, Zhang, and Wang, resulting in a lack of strength.

Otherwise, Wang Shiyuan will leave it alone, Zhang Yan will use the golden light and electric sword, Wu Ma Lotte will have the Yin Wind and Ghost Horse to help, and the speed of the whole process can fight with Situ Erya!

"If you don't win the battle at the beginning, control the speed, and fly 2,4500 kilometers with endurance speed, it won't take more time than now, and there will be at least fifty percent of the true yuan left! Right now...... It can be regarded as a crooked fight, if the big disciple of the mountain wins the big disciple of Shuiyun Mountain, he won't be able to eat the meat, and he will be in a commotion for nothing!"

It's like a middle-distance runner who is taken in the first few laps of the race, and the result is not as good as expected, which is also natural.

Zhang Yan comforted himself in his heart.

There are only four people who know what happened, and Situ Erya and Wang Shiyuan can be regarded as one, and they may not cooperate.

If you preach it to the outside world, it is inevitable that your persuasive power will be insufficient.

There is one left, Lotte Witch Horse, and it's not easy to guess.

Relying on the flying sword to win Situ Erya to earn points, you may not be able to earn them. This is the reason why Zhang Yan feels "unable to eat meat".

It was about the morning that the news spread, and the number of points contributed to him by the people in the Chunming Gate reached a peak in the afternoon. With the addition of Situ, Wu Ma, and Wang, the cumulative number is no less than when he first added points.

However, the sword technique cannot be promoted, and the points required to upgrade the Dao technique to the sixteenth layer are not enough.

Save, or upgrade other spells?

Zhang Yan thought for a while, but decided to keep it first, and go down to the poisonous dragon stream tomorrow, in case he needs to use any spells urgently, he can upgrade it in a targeted manner.

After resting for a long time, my breathing became steady and my sweat stopped. Zhang Yan straightened his body, put his feet on the base of his thighs on the opposite side, and posed in a posture of five hearts to the sky, and his luck was adjusted.

The peripheral aura gathered at him through the spirit gathering formation.

Contrary to his expectations, the concentration of aura in the Changshan Land Realm was not low, and compared to the vast plains in the Longshan Region, the aura on Changshan Mountain could be said to be "abundant".

If it weren't for the filthy feeling in the aura, this mountain would be enough to build an invincible sword sect and its ranks, which belonged to a medium sect in the Longshan region.

The problem is that the aura here makes people feel very dirty, and there will be a stinging sensation like a needle pricking knife between swallows.