The sun covers the top of the mountain, the birds stand on the branches, sing in the wind, the song is accompanied by the breeze, the leaves are rustling, the dew drops are swaying and dripping on the grass, the air is fresh and refreshing!

Wei Ping was in a happy mood, and couldn't help but read verbally: "The cool breeze has a letter, the autumn moon is boundless, and my emotions are like living like a year! Although I am not, the jade tree is in the wind, chic and dignified, but I have my broad mind, strong arms and ......."

Winding around the back of Furong Mountain, a small stream that winds like a snake appears in front of him, and Wei Ping follows the stream through the steep canyons, looking up at the sky from time to time, the sky is a ray of sky.

The canyon is steep, straight up and down, and the light at the bottom of the valley is dim, but when it reaches the moon stall, it suddenly brightens, and a pillar of light shoots down obliquely, and a sword mound is shrouded in it.

The moon is like a crescent moon, located at the bend of the canyon, the arc is about 30 meters long, the widest point is seven or eight meters, the sword mound is located in the middle of the crescent moon at a point, it is a high round platform, a flying sword that bends and twists like a hook is obliquely inserted into it.

Around the sword mound sat a circle of Sword Mound Island disciples, a total of thirteen, they sat cross-legged, with their backs against the medium-sized spirit gathering array on the side of the round platform, meditating and contemplating, and they were fighting with the sword spirit in the flying sword, wanting to subdue the sword spirit.

There was a long line of hundreds of people on the side of the road facing the sword mound, with excitement and fear, quietly waiting for the sword fight in front of the same door to finish.

When Wei Ping walked to the end of the team, nine of the thirteen disciples turned pale, staggered to their feet, walked to the left turn of the moon stall and sat down against the cliff, cross-legged to recover their mental power.

Nine disciples in line immediately made up for it.

The rest of the disciples in line had a slight commotion, and there was a lot of discussion, waiting and waiting, it was better to chat.

"This pair of hooked swords is worthy of being a yellow-level high-grade spiritual weapon, killing nine senior brothers out of the sword spirit space at one time, ferocious, ferocious, it is not in vain that I ran around in a big circle. ”

"What the senior brother said is reasonable, the Qu Huang Sword and Huang level inferior grade I fought yesterday will let at most three senior brothers out at the same time! It's a pity that when it was my turn, the Qu Huang Sword Sword Spirit had been taken by the previous senior brother in turn, and the sword qi was exhausted, closing the sword spirit space, not letting our minds enter, unlucky. ”

"Senior brother, what are you, a few days ago, senior brother and I were arrogant, ran into the deep mountains in front of me, to challenge the Xuan-level middle-grade flying sword, but was seriously injured by the sword spirit, had a splitting headache, almost vomited three liters of blood, and it took more than ten days to recover. ”

"Senior brother is a master of art and bold, admire and admire! Challenge the Xuan-level mid-grade flying sword, but the junior brother doesn't dare. ”

......

"Mind into the Sword Spirit Space?"

Martial arts martial arts, martial arts into the Tao, martial arts and cultivation also have something in common. Martial artists also have upper, middle and lower three dantians, and there is also a saying of "refining and refining qi, refining qi and transforming gods", as a martial artist of the three realms, he also often uses ideas, such as the meaning in "Yishou Dantian" is the idea, so Wei Ping is no stranger to ideas, but how to let ideas enter the sword spirit space, but he can't touch his mind at all!

Martial arts practice is from the inside out, and the early thoughts are all in the body. The Taoist cultivates from the outside in, and as long as he reaches the enlightened realm, his mind can enter and exit the heavens and the earth from the ancestral aperture.

Wei Ping, a rookie who had not yet entered the foundation building realm, how could he know how to let his mind enter the sword spirit space? So after taking a look, he turned left along the stream and went deep into the mountains.

"Find out the situation first, and come back later. ”

Thousand-foot Sword Shrine, Huang Feng Sword Shrine, and Wugang Sword Shrine, all the way through the three sword shrines, the more people walked inside, the fewer people came, when Wei Ping walked into a misty forest, the little man with a ghost face quietly approached, and the dagger in his hand stabbed him in the back.

An ordinary stab, without using the true element, but the dagger took on a strange gray color, obviously fed with poison.

When Wei Ping noticed the killing opportunity, the little man was already close behind him, the dagger was close at hand, and the pores of his whole body stood terrified, completely out of the instinct of the warrior, he pounced forward and dodged a stab, but the next killing move followed.

The eyes under the ghost face were slightly surprised, but the cold eyes remained unchanged, the left hand holding the dagger was sent forward, the fingers rotated, and the dagger spun and shot towards Wei Ping's back, silent, as fast as an arrow.

But Wei Ping was faster, after he fell to the ground, he immediately kicked forward with both hands and feet, and he actually went forward like a frog, which the little man did not expect at all, from the ancestral aperture from the slender flying sword trajectory of the virtual solid, from the fly to the right, stabbed at the back of the head of Wei Ping, who stood up and ran desperately.

"Knock knock—"

The true qi in the body runs wildly, every step with all his strength, like an elephant's foot stepping on the ground, clanging, leaving three-inch-thick footprints, the speed is as fast as a wild horse, Wei Ping turned left and right, left and left, irregular, and shouted in his mouth: "Killed, help!"

"Senior brother and sister, save me!"

The sound was hysterical, and it spread far away.

The little man chased after Wei Ping's figure for a moment, his mind was sluggish, his sword was sluggish, and in this moment, a coquettish voice came from far and near, "Who dares to kill people in Haoran Sect?"

The slender flying sword immediately retreated, turning from solid to void, and was collected into the ancestral aperture, and at the same time, its body flashed and dived into the depths of the misty forest.

Wei Ping didn't dare to chase after him, turned around and ran out of the woods, running in the direction where the sound of coquettishness came from.

A flying sword like a willow leaf shone brightly, and the trajectory was erratic, fluttering, and a tall woman with long hair fluttering stood on it. The eyebrows are like distant mountains, the eyes are like peach blossoms, the skin is like condensation, and the curves of the body are exposed, even if you look at it from a distance, you know that it must be a beauty!

Liu Ruyan flew in front of Wei Ping, his eyes scanned in the misty woods, his mind searched, and he asked suspiciously, "What about the person who killed you?"

Wei Ping stopped, put his hands on his knees and panted, and said, "Run, run." ”

"Ran away?" Liu Ruyan frowned, she just swept around with her mind, and found no trace of anyone, or any traces left by Zhenyuan, and her tone was a little suspicious.

Generally speaking, if a cultivator uses the True Yuan to fight, as long as the time does not pass for too long, it will leave a certain trace of the True Yuan between heaven and earth.

Wei Ping looked at her and listened to her tone, he was anxious, turned around and pointed with his hand, "That direction." ”

Liu Ruyan closed her eyes, condensed her thoughts into a line, searched in that direction, searched for thousands of meters, and still found no trace of anyone, "No one." ”

Wei Ping was stunned for a moment, and tried to explain, "That's probably running away, senior sister, you have to believe me, someone really wants to kill me just now! ”

As he spoke, he immediately turned around and ran towards the misty woods, came to the place where the battle took place, and looked at the ground through the mist, but there were only his footprints three inches deep, and there were no footprints of another person. ”

"Ghost Face, Ghost Face Sect?" Seeing that Wei Ping didn't look like a lie, Liu Ruyan put down the doubts in her heart and spoke up to help analyze.

"Devil-Face Cult?"

Wei Ping bowed down, pouted his buttocks, put his hands on his knees, moved step by step, carefully searched the ground, and couldn't help but raise his head when he heard the Ghost Face Sect.