Yi Zixuan's heart was slightly shocked, I don't know if Lin Zhan saw something, there is the second strongest person in Chao Village, Dao Ji is a small consummation, I don't know how many times he has fought for life and death in the vast mountains and forests, and his eyesight and knowledge are far from being comparable to others.

Lin Yi was silent in thought, and nodded after a moment.

"That's fine. ”

Seeing this, Lin Zhan didn't say much, his arm exerted force, and the stainless steel sword suddenly whined, and the crimson sword qi resurfaced again, revealing a length of nearly one foot and five inches on the tip of the sword.

"The fourth form of Feiyun swordsmanship, the clouds are steaming. ”

As soon as his body moved, the sword came out like the wind, making a thunderous explosion, and the light of the light said, illuminating the circumference of the body, and the tip of the sword suddenly pierced through another wooden stake that was hugged by one person.

"The sixth type, the clouds are thick. ”

"The eighth type, the gathering of wind and clouds. ”

There are nine styles of Feiyun swordsmanship, from the first type of wind and clouds, to the eighth type of wind and clouds, in which the sword moves are offensive and defensive, Lin Zhanyun sword is like the wind, the tip of the sword is fierce, each sword tears the air, makes a whining sound, and the leaves are flying around, and the momentum is magnificent.

Eight style flying cloud swordsmanship, Lin Zhan practiced four times in a row, and when the fourth time was about to end, the momentum of his whole body reached the peak, and the whole person was shrouded in sword qi, and the vitality in the stainless steel sword was infused, and the sword qi revealed by the tip of the sword was even more condensed, and it was three feet long.

At this moment, Lin Zhan's body exuded a strong aura far beyond the previous one, Yi Zixuan's heart was shaken, and he stood up, his face turned pale in an instant, and his feet kept retreating.

And Lin Yi's cultivation is not as good as him, his body and spirit are inferior to him, and he retreats even more than him.

"Ninth type, see the sun through the clouds!"

Suddenly, Lin Zhan shouted violently, his eyes flashed, his right hand was held weakly, and the steel sword rotated like a windmill, stirring the aura of heaven and earth in this small area, and a sword slashed diagonally forward.

This style of aura is far above the other eight styles, it should be the third weight of the sword rhyme, Yi Zixuan even felt that there was a trace of inexplicable things in it, indescribable, unclear, but fascinating.

The coercion became heavier and heavier, and a trace of blood had overflowed from the corners of Yi Zixuan's mouth, but he still tried to stabilize his body, half-knelt on the ground, and looked forward, not missing the slightest opportunity to comprehend the advanced part of the sword rhyme.

I saw that in the long dark night, the air in front of several people was oppressed by a terrifying momentum, and a white cloud suddenly appeared within the range of five zhang, and under the orange light, there was a strange beauty.

Lin Zhan slashed out with a sword, and there were bursts of muffled thunder, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, invincible, and instantly dispersed the clouds and mist.

Behind the clouds and mist there were twenty wooden stakes, all of which were the thickness of one person hugging each other, wrapped in iron pulp, and extremely hard, but they burst in an instant, turning into sawdust in the sky, falling in a row, and covering the tree platform.

Yi Zixuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up with his sword, and looked around, it turned out that there were nearly fifty wooden stakes here, and now there were only three or two lone left, distributed in the farthest corner.

The material of this wooden stake was originally a relatively tough xenomorph in the ancient wood, and it was quite difficult to cut it when it was cut, but now it is covered with iron pulp, and it is difficult to split it without the cultivation of the Dao Foundation.

However, Lin Zhan used about thirty knots to cultivate, but because of the high realm of swordsmanship, the sword splitting the wooden stake can be described as extremely easy, especially the last style, which is amazingly powerful, destroying nearly half of the wooden stakes in one fell swoop.

Yi Zixuan's heart was awe-inspiring, and his understanding of the realm deepened a lot.

"Xiao Yi, are you okay?"

"It's fine. ”

Lin Yi shook her head, her face was pale, her muscles and bones were soft, but her eyes were extremely determined, without a trace of fear.

A little sweat overflowed from his forehead, Lin Zhan returned the sword to the sheath, took a deep breath, showed a look of regret on his face, and said: "It's a pity, although I have stepped into the third level of sword rhyme a few years ago, I have not improved so far. Otherwise, I can give you a complete training of the Flying Cloud Sword Technique, and it will be of greater help to you. ”

Three times of Feiyun Swordsmanship, coupled with Lin Zhan's understanding, Yi Zixuan has gained a lot just now, which is comparable to his hard practice for a month or two, and after he goes back, as long as he practices more, he will definitely benefit a lot.

Therefore, Yi Zixuan did not have any dissatisfaction, but was very grateful, and his tone was sincere: "Uncle Lin Zhan, don't say that, Zixuan is now in a low realm, and he has to think for a long time just to lift weights and light, how dare he be ambitious." ”

"You don't have to. ”

Lin Zhan waved his hand and said heroically: "There is no order in the way, and the one who reaches it is the teacher." Zixuan, today I taught you, but a few years later, I can't say that you will teach me again. ”

"Hmm. ”

"That's right!"

After Lin Zhan thought for a moment, he said: "I suddenly remembered that there is a good place to practice swordsmanship next to Fengxue Valley, and there are some teenagers in the village who also like to practice there, Yi'er, you and Zixuan go together, I believe that with the talents of the two of you, within half a month, you will definitely be able to cross the threshold of the first level of the Sword Yun Realm!"

Yi Zixuan and Lin Yi glanced at each other, and their faces were full of surprise.

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Bright Moon Lake.

There was a roaring sound, and it was a wide waterfall about 100 zhang high, and white silver spring water gushed out from a mountain spring at a height of 100 zhang.

The spring water slammed down like a nine-day galaxy mixed with a huge force in the sunlight, striking a black boulder with a brilliant and round body.

The continuous splashes spread out in the air, turning into pearl-like droplets and falling into the surrounding pool of blue water, rippling in bursts of ripples, circle after circle, never stopping.

In front of the pond is a grassy clearing about 100 zhang wide, which extends to a lush bamboo forest, and there are also a few white stones on the edge of the pool, and some emerald green moss is attached to the bottom of the stone, which has a fresh and clean atmosphere.

On the largest white boulder, there were several pieces of clothing.

The scorching sun is like fire, the pool water in the blue moon pool is quiet and cold, there is constantly the pool water evaporating under the blazing sun, and there are those overwhelming water splashes, the two together form a vast white mist, which makes people indistinguishable.

Suddenly, a snow-white shiny blade pierced through the clouds, glowing with a cold and faint metallic luster, and a slender figure held the hilt of the sword, practicing swordsmanship, and the pool of water submerged half of his body.

It was Yi Zixuan.

The pool of water did not reach his chest, which made Yi Zixuan feel a little uncomfortable, and his breathing was not very smooth.

From time to time, there are a few undercurrents gushing out from the bottom hole at the bottom of the pond to impact on the legs, quite strong, with an impact of thousands of catties, fortunately, his chassis horse step is still very solid, but the first few times let the body shake, and then stand firm.

Feiyun swordsmanship unfolded, the steel sword suddenly turned into a white torrent and broke into the water, as soon as it was like water, Yi Zixuan felt that the resistance in his hand increased greatly, the long sword broke through the pool, the white flowers on the surface of the pool rolled, and the dull sound of water waves was endless.

After the first type of turmoil, Yi Zixuan found that it was not only difficult to grasp the direction of the sword, but even his physical strength was consumed twice as fast as when he was on the shore.

Not too discouraged, Yi Zixuan knew that this was what he had just tried, and he couldn't adapt to the change in the strength of practicing swords in the water, and he mostly used strong moves, which consumed too much.

There is never a reason for kendo to be achieved overnight, and it needs to be practiced continuously, and when you can carry the sword freely in the pool water, when you get to the shore, the swordsmanship will definitely increase greatly.

In this regard, Yi Zixuan is convinced.

At the beginning, when Lin Zhan told him that there was a good place to hone his swordsmanship, he didn't expect that it was Mingyue Lake, thirty miles outside the Wind and Snow Valley, where the scenery was beautiful, the waterfall was like a dragon, and the self-cultivation was good.

He was a little disappointed at first, but it wasn't until he entered this pool of water that he realized that Lin Zhan was indeed well-intentioned.

Thinking about some of Lin Zhan's instructions in his heart, but the movements in his hands were not slow, Yi Zixuan worked hard to sense the change in the strength of the sword blade to break through the pool, and strive to make the consumption of each sword continue to decrease.

In this way, Yi Zixuan practiced the nine-style Feiyun swordsmanship over and over again, especially the first three styles, as for the last six styles, he only got his form, not his god, just to lay a good foundation in the future.

Every time he danced, Yi Zixuan would have a different feeling, and whenever his strength was exhausted, he would climb ashore with difficulty, meditate and rest against the gradually rising red sun, and after each recovery, the knots in the pulse would loosen a little.

is the so-called breaking and then standing, which is probably what Yi Zixuan is talking about now.

After practicing for a long time, it is inevitable that he will be hungry, but Yi Zixuan does not have to go out hunting, because there is a good meat in this Mingyue Lake.

The water of Mingyue Lake is as clear as a mirror, as the saying goes, there are no fish when the water is clear, but there are several groups of strange snow fish that are as transparent as crystal, about a few inches to a few feet long, not only the meat is delicious, but also has the effect of relaxing the muscles and activating the body.

Not long after, a strange fragrance wafted along with the smoke.