In this changed force field, Yuan Suiyun began to practice swords. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

His sword, which was as light as a feather, is now as heavy as a thousand pounds. One move and one style is like playing with the top masters in the rivers and lakes. In the process of sword practice, the mysterious true qi exuded by the Ebony Divine Ding was all collected by him.

I practiced like this for a full hour......

When he was practicing his sword, Ye Yunxuan sat cross-legged beside the Ebony Divine Ding like an old monk who had entered the meditation, and the true qi in his body merged with the aura of the Ebony Ding.

Time flew by, Yuan Suiyun's body became slower and slower, and finally, he turned his sword, stood on the ground with his sword, knelt on the ground, and gasped for breath.

He was sweating through his shirt and seemed to be exhausted, but he immediately sat down cross-legged, as if condensing qi and cultivating, and instantly settled down.

Ye Yunxuan felt the change in Yuan Suiyun's aura and knew that he was entering the final stage of qi cultivation, so he collected his qi.

The Ebony Shrine has regained its original dull color. And Ye Yunxuan was as if he had experienced a catastrophe, his face was like ashes, sitting on the ground, unable to move.

After a long time, Yuan Suiyun opened his closed eyes, his eyes were brighter than when he came, and his cultivation had obviously advanced another level.

At this time, the sun was sinking in the west, and there was silence in the wilderness.

Ye Yunxuan stood in the distance and quietly watched Yuan Suiyun wake up from the state of cultivation meditation, with a satisfied look in his eyes.

Yuan Suiyun walked up to Ye Yun's body and said, "Uncle Ye, I have worked hard for you in the past few months. The Tianyuan Force Field of the Ebony Divine Ding can only be controlled by you, and the reason why my Qingdian Ghost Sword can be cultivated depends entirely on you. ”

Ye Yunxuan's face flashed with a kind smile and said, "Young Monarch doesn't have to be polite, it is my duty to do my best for the Illusory Demon Palace. Today, your Qingdian Ghost Sword has been practiced. Now, let's see how fast your sword is under normal circumstances!"

"Good!"

Ye Yunxuan took out a cylinder with a stainless steel shell from his body, and said to Yuan Suiyun: "This is the rainstorm pear flower nail made by our Illusion Demon Palace, there are ninety-nine eighty-one sharp edges in it, and when you press the machine, all of them will shoot out in an instant, even if you are a master of the innate realm, you must use your true qi to protect yourself so as not to be injured by the sharp edges." All you have to do now is use your sword to knock out all of these spikes. ”

"Understood. Yuan Suiyun held the black long sword in his hand, and stood in the middle of the day, staring at Ye Yunxuan.

Ye Yunxiao pinned the rainstorm pear blossom into his sleeve and asked, "Are you ready?"

Yuan Suiyun nodded.

Suddenly, Ye Yunxuan's toes lifted, and a handful of sand on the ground was picked up by him and hit Yuan Suiyun's face.

The view was blocked by sand.

Then, Ye Yunxuan pressed the trap of the rainstorm pear flower nail in his hand, and eighty-one sharp edges, like lightning in the rainstorm, shot towards Yuan Suiyun.

Yuan Suiyun's wrist flicked, and the black long sword instantly stabbed out nine hundred and eighty-one swords, each of these eighty-one swords pierced a sharp edge, and cut the sharp edge in the center.

"Ding Ding Ding", the gold and iron sounded sharply, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, and it sounded rapidly.

The sharp edges all hit the ground.

Yuan Suiyun stood motionless in place, facing the sudden attack of the rainstorm pear flower nails, he did not use light skills to dodge, nor did he use his protective true qi to protect his body, but simply used his fast sword to shoot down every sharp edge.

This vision and speed can be described as appalling.

Ye Yunxuan laughed, and he said to Yuan Suiyun with relief: "Now even against Zuo Xingtang, you can win the battle." ”

Yuan Suiyun asked, "What about Yan Long?"

Ye Yun's face froze, and he said solemnly: "Young Monarch, how high is Yan Long's strength? He's too dangerous, and you'd better not mess with him now. ”

Yuan Suiyun replied in a deep voice, and returned the sword into the sheath.

"Five days later, it's the second round of the sword competition. After the competition, I will pass on the Emperor's second magic weapon to you. Ye Yunxuan coughed.

Yuan Suiyun's mood didn't seem to be very good, and when he heard this, he only responded lightly.

"Alright, you should go back too. Ye Yun extinguished.

After Yuan Suiyun left, Ye Yunxuan bent down and began to cough violently, until he coughed up a large pool of blood from his mouth, and then stopped. He stared at the direction where Yuan Suiyun had gone, and muttered, "Shaojun, I'm just afraid that time is running out, and the emperor's foundation will depend on you to support it." ”

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In the Shanhai Hall, Yan Long moved his muscles and bones in his own courtyard, his wrists kept turning, his mind moved as he wished, his qi walked freely, and he gathered at his fingertips.

The index finger curled up, stiffened, "snorted", the strength broke through the air, and the power of the golden finger shot towards a square boulder in the courtyard.

"Pounce", the finger force into the boulder, such as the rotten wood, this piece of hard bluestone was shot out of a round hole up to a foot deep.

"Only practiced to forty percent of the finger power, it has such power, no wonder the ghost monk of the Western Regions was able to crisscross the rivers and lakes with this stunt alone. ”

Yan Long was quite satisfied with his progress in cultivating the Cave Golden Finger, after all, with the assistance of the Ziyang Heavenly Demon Skill, a top-level internal strength heart method, he was very fast at learning any martial arts.

However, the Purple Yang Heavenly Demon Skill did not help in cultivating Xuan Force, at least for now, it was not helpful at all.

In the past few days, Yan Long has been cultivating Xuan Power without interruption.

Progress was extremely slow and chaotic.

The torment is indescribable.

The above sixteen words are Yan Long's cultivation experience over the past period of time.

Xuanli cultivation was like escaping in a desperate labyrinth, and the Hell Dao in the Six Realms was like a closed space where no light could be seen, and Yan Long could only circle endlessly in it. After experiencing countless tortures and pains, I still can't find that bright exit.

The strange thing is that although there is no epiphany, the power value is constantly increasing. It has now reached 32 points, which is quite a short distance from the minimum standard of 60 points.

Yan Long collected his thoughts and "escaped" from the sea of Xuan Xin.

"Alas, God unintentionally said that the way of Xuanli is never the same for thousands of people. But why should I use Li Yuanba's cultivation method? uh...... But now that I don't need his mental method, how can I cultivate myself?" Yan Long pondered bitterly, as if he was caught in a dead loop.

"Forget it, since you can't figure it out, let's put it down first, anyway, the Xuanli value is increasing, and when it increases to 60 points, let's refine the knife first!"

Yan Long made up his mind, so he walked out of the courtyard and prepared to find An Xiyan.

Because the villa she bought has not yet been completed, An Xiyan still lives in the Yuegu Lotus Pond.

Yan Long has absolute confidence in his martial arts, and now he basically doesn't let Dian Wei and the Tiger Camp accompany him when he goes out.

As soon as he came out of Shanhaitang, his True Qi Sense was located in a place on the corner of the street.

"Concubine Hua!" Yan Long's heart moved, and he flew like a goshawk over that street corner.

At this time, it was not long after nightfall, and most of the pedestrians on the street had gone home for dinner, so there were not many people.

Yan Long saw at a glance the man standing on the corner of the street, covering most of his face with a turban.