Moved into the pavilion, heaven and earth twisted.

Although he knew that the interior of the pavilion was different from person to person, seeing the scene in front of him still made Ning Baifeng stunned.

There is a vast stone platform in front of it, surrounded by dense fog, and an extremely long stone road extends in front of the stone platform, with no end in sight.

Such a scene made him mistakenly think that he had returned to the original Yuqian Secret Realm before ascending to the Immortal Road.

The reason why he remembers that place so vividly is that there he relied on his physique to break through the system with seemingly extremely clumsy but extremely clever means and walked on the stone path.

Ning Baifeng looked at the stone platform in front of him and slowly fell into deep thought.

Since the situation in the cabinet varies from person to person, and the situation in front of him is so similar to the situation he has encountered, he has to suspect that the scene in front of him is based on his subconscious.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, it was pointless to think about more, the most important thing was to look at the actual situation.

He slowly stepped on his right foot and stepped on the stone platform.

Although he had been prepared in his heart, when he really landed, an extremely thick sword intent blasted into his mind, making his knees instantly weaken and almost fall to his knees.

Fortunately, Ning Baifeng had this experience, and the moment his knees were just bent, he immediately came back to his senses and stood up straight again.

Standing quietly in place and realizing this sword intent, after a long time, he let out a sigh of relief.

Ning Baifeng looked up and whispered to himself, "It's really old." ”

Then he moved his other leg and stood on the stone platform.

Then he walked forward with firm steps until he came across a gazebo on the side of the road.

Standing on the side of the road, Ning Baifeng thought quietly, and finally decided to go to the pavilion to have a look.

After all, some things are familiar in this kind of place built according to one's own spiritual imagination, and some things are not quite the same.

For example, the sword intent just now.

For example, there is no sword qi here, and there is no sword qi on it.

It's very subtle, but it doesn't hurt people, and it's like a breeze after adapting.

Walking to the gazebo, the scene inside made his face change.

In the pavilion within a radius of several feet, there was a ragged young man holding a branch, stabbing it out with continuous steps, and then retracted and stood still.

This action is familiar to him, even unforgettable.

In triplicate.

The young man's appearance was more familiar to him, because he used to have the same face as well.

This is my original self in Binhai County.

The young man in the pavilion turned around, looked at him outside the pavilion, and saluted, "Please advise." ”

Ning Baifeng looked at the young man in a daze, and after a long time, he came back to his senses, walked into the pavilion, and saluted with his fists.

The boy stood still, his right hand on the branch.

Ning Baifeng stood in the same posture, holding the scroll in his left hand and the scroll head with his right hand.

The two people, one big and one small, are standing, like swordsmen who are about to face off.

The pavilion is as quiet as a deep pool, but there is an invisible undercurrent surging.

In one form and three refinements, the sword is in the sheath, and the sword qi is stored.

At this time, the undercurrent in the pavilion was not sword qi, but sword intent.

Invisible sword intent flowed between the two of them.

When this sword intent gradually spread, stirring up the dense fog outside the pavilion and reaching a certain zero boundary point, the two of them drew their swords at the same time.

The scroll crashes into a branch.

After a soft pop, the sword intent suddenly rippled out like water waves.

The boy dissipated like green smoke in an instant.

The whole pavilion is like a mirror, broken and annihilated.

Ning Baifeng slowly retracted and stood still, and only exhaled after a long time. At this time, he was sweating profusely, especially on his forehead, sweat continued to drip like raindrops.

Everything just now seemed easy, but it was actually a great test of sword intent comprehension.

In that blow just now, if he was a little careless, he was the one who lost.

Although the appearance of the young man was also himself, the way of condensing the sword with three refinements in one form was another means.

After all, the three refining in duplicate is intended first.

At the end of pranayama, Ning Baifeng dispersed his sweat, slowly walked back to the bluestone road, and continued to move forward.

With the scene just now, he felt that this climbing scene was extremely old, and at the same time, he began to look forward to it.

What's next time?

In front of the monument, countless eyes fell on the monument.

As the disciples stepped out of the Sword Pavilion, there were only two people's names on the stele.

One is Huan Jun, who has not moved at all at the top.

The other is Ning Baifeng, who is newly entering the Sword Pavilion at the bottom.

At this time, everyone kept looking at the name below, and their eyes were mixed with anticipation and banter.

However, after several hours, the name finally lived up to expectations and remained at the bottom of the stone tablet, without moving.

In front of the monument, someone's strange laughter has been heard.

Others shook their heads and turned away.

Suddenly, someone let out an exclamation.

"How is that possible!"

The person who was about to leave and wait immediately turned around, and the name under the stone tablet had already stepped up to the second layer.

Can anyone really set foot on the second floor in a few hours?

Those disciples who had climbed the stairs were full of disbelief.

Seeing this scene, some people rejoiced, and some people were stunned.

The stone paved road kept moving forward, and another gazebo appeared on the side of the road.

This time, Ning Baifeng did not hesitate and walked over directly.

In the pavilion, there is a young man wearing a white academy Confucian uniform, holding a sword, using the sword as a pen, and seriously writing and practicing the sword.

After the young man finished writing a word, he saluted Ning Baifeng as a disciple of the academy, and laughed softly: "Please." ”

Ning Baifeng held the scroll and returned the salute with the same gesture.

Although he knew that there was no point in doing so, he still did it meticulously, respecting the other party and himself.

After all, they all have the same face.

The boy instantly drew his sword, and quickly wrote and drew a "big" character, and then this word was actually frozen on the tip of the sword in a translucent form, and then was stabbed by the boy.

Sword intent condensation?!

Ning Baifeng could clearly feel that the words condensed by the young man were not sword qi, but sword intent.

Even when he stepped into here, he didn't feel the sword qi, not only around him, but also on it. So in front of the first gazebo, he thought about it for so long, just thinking about some of these issues.

However, no matter how he thought about it, he never thought that the sword intent was intangible, and it could actually be condensed.

This is the first time he has seen this method.

However, at the moment he was stunned, the words on the tip of the young man's sword were pierced in front of him.

A one-hit hit, no surprises.

Ning Baifeng was instantly hit hard, and flew out directly, like a kite with a broken string, slamming into the pavilion, making a dull sound of skin hitting the ground.

Lying quietly on the ground like a dead man for a long time, Ning Baifeng coughed heavily and slowly got up.

His head was still dizzy, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth.

Just now, this sword not only hit the body, but also attacked the soul, he was unprepared for a while, and he took a solid beat.

Ning Baifeng sat on the ground with his mouth covered, looked at the gazebo, and then closed his eyes and meditated

The boy had already practiced sword writing again.

I don't know how long it has been, it seems to be long, and it seems to be very short.

Ning Baifeng opened his eyes and walked into the pavilion again.

Seeing the salute again, the young man once again took out his sword, and it was still the same "big" word.

This time, Ning Baifeng held the scroll and drew his sword in the same way, but the front end of the scroll couldn't even condense a single word "big".

In desperation, I can only open.

After fighting a few moves, the boy has condensed several big characters.

The way of university is in Mingmingde.

Ning Baifeng couldn't dodge and was knocked out of the pavilion again.

After another pranayama, he walked into the gazebo again, only this time the pranayama was extremely short, only a few dozen breaths.

Then the two kept fighting each other in the pavilion.

Ning Baifeng learned very quickly, and after being knocked away several times, he was already able to easily condense words with sword intent.

And the words written by the young man were the articles he had read in the morning of the old mountain master in the academy.

Therefore, in the end, Ning Baifeng condensed the words faster than the boy.

At some point, a Dao character came from the top of the scroll and stabbed in front of the boy.

There was a soft pop.

The boy and the gazebo disappeared once more.

Ning Baifeng stood still for a moment and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

He didn't walk out of the pavilion for the first time, but sat in place and quietly participated in the previous fight.

With the sword as the pen, the sword intent is condensed. The Sword Pavilion Wujian is really extraordinary.

After a while, Ning Baifeng opened his eyes and got up again and walked onto the stone road.

Outside the Sword Pavilion, the onlookers were all silent.

In just the past two hours, the name Ning Baifeng had already appeared on the third layer.

The speed of ascending the pavilion was so fast, which made many people who had been to the Sword Pavilion ashamed.

Some people who had mocked Ning Baifeng had some on their faces at this time, and even had a hot feeling.

The news then spread immediately.

In an instant, the mountains were shocked.

Ning Baifeng stopped on the side of the road again.

There is no pavilion on the side of the road, but dozens of zhang away, there is a huge stone wall, and someone holds a jade flute and is copying the stone carving.

The man turned his head and beckoned.

Ning Baifeng stood still for a moment and walked over.

This person didn't say anything, didn't even make a move, just held the jade flute, and copied the poem on his own.

Ning Baifeng didn't move, looked at it for a moment, turned his head and walked back to the stone road,

I kept moving forward along the stone road, and after walking for a short time, I actually encountered the stone wall outside the road again, and the person who was copying.

Ning Baifeng immediately smiled bitterly.

It seems that it is really what I guessed, and if I don't understand this layer, I don't want to enter the next layer.

As for walking out of the Sword Pavilion, he could be sure that as long as he walked back along the stone path, he would be able to walk out easily.

Shaking his head helplessly, Ning Baifeng walked back to the stone wall.

Looking at the man who had broken away from the boy and was still a little young, Ning Baifeng smiled.

Those who walk side by side, only themselves.

Ning Baifeng picked up the scroll and copied and wrote towards the stone wall.

When he drew for the first time, he used the sword intent condensation he had just learned.

With one stroke, the words on the stone carvings slowly appeared in mid-air.

His pace goes from slow to fast, and the whole poem is word-for-word.

Up to the last four words.

Sword to the sky!

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