The wind is light and the night is not outside, and he is immersed in his own kendo world.

At the beginning, the thirteen swords of the Spring Water Lingbo simulated by Xuanhan's divine consciousness were like rains falling from the sky, sprinkling and shrouding the entire spiritual platform. In the rain, the power of his divine sense stretched out, like the tip of a small grass bud. When the thousands of wisps of rain broke through, the field of divine consciousness suddenly saw a steep mountain peak, which was invisible. A small stream trickles down from the top of the mountain. Wherever it flows, moss emerges from rocks, green tides spread on hillsides, and forests grow joints.

The stream flows happily, turns into a waterfall, and flies down in the air, indulging in jubilation.

Thus, the river appeared.

The river is in the field of divine consciousness, splitting the Hongmeng. The momentum is getting louder and louder, and the blue waves are rolling and going straight to the end of the world.

The sword of the light wind and night, at this moment, slowly pointed.

In the midst of the sword rotation, there was light and shadow in a trance that was swallowed by the slow sword momentum. In the eyes of all the monks in Yunzhongtai, what a long sword this is? The anxious monks were eager to scold their mothers and stomp their feet.

The tip of the sword touched the wall of fog.

The entire cloud platform is silent.

The wind light night put away the sword.

A little, on the stage in the clouds, there was a lot of laughter. The reason is nothing more than that the seemingly mysterious sword momentum of the wind and light night is like a stone sinking into the sea after touching the fog wall. The fog wall is the same, no change at all.

The young man in the Qi refining period was stunned, and there was no consciousness of retreating.

Feng Qingye seemed to think about it, and then tapped it with his long sword. Turning back with the little fox, his steps were natural, his demeanor was also natural, and he was idle, and Chao Ning Tingxue made a grimace.

What the monks in the clouds are concerned about is no longer the fog wall, but the windy night when they walk and walk. Seeing this, the laughter is even louder.

The several Jindan masters sitting on the viewing platform were not ordinary, and they got up to the fog wall, just like the light wind just now, looked at each other in a daze, and behaved very strangely.

"Look—" shouted one of the monks.

The walls are three feet high and two feet wide, and there is a drizzle.

The extremely fine rain silk, in the fog body, sprinkled with foreign beams, the slightest rain trace, long and clear. This rain, endless, continuous, drives the fog to ripple, making the fog wall more and more blurry and hazy.

Or, the drizzle gathers, converges in the upper corner, like a small stream.

The creek winds around and flows straight down.

The soft scenery and imagery are changed. The rushing stream swirled in the mist, and suddenly formed into a series of waves, surging, and surging and surging along.

A few Jindan monks took a few steps back. Nie Shangyuan sighed: "Good swordsmanship!"

As soon as the sound fell, the river changed.

The majestic river, with a turn of bearing, is not alarmed, showing a vast trend of smoke and waves.

Monks at the Jindan level were wondering if this was some kind of sword path realm. The scene in the wall of fog, as high as the soaring of a hidden dragon, passed through the wall, and disappeared like a streamer.

Yunzhongtai was so silent that he could only breathe.

The first to clap and applaud was Yan Luomen Mo interceding. The applause is like her people, crisp and full of style, the rhythm goes straight to the hearts of the people, and it bewitches an inexplicable emotion. Many foundation-building and qi refining cultivators were awake, but their mouths were wide open and had not been closed for a long time.

Rather listen to the snow, you can only understand. A sword dance, the sword intent of the wind and the light night, pay close attention, just like the young man taught her to practice the sword in words and deeds, the turning point of the four seasons is all lightly paved by the wind and the light night, and it secretly helps her sword intent to be mellow, so after the sword dance, indulge in the sword. Now seeing the real sword of the wind and light night, the heartbeat stopped. The act of playing tricks on him has instead achieved his own kendo opportunity? The girl is innocent, and she doesn't think about the mystery of a teenager.

Nie Shangyuan and the others turned around and walked back, and suddenly exclaimed: "There are words!

That's right! The young man's long sword was clicked twice, and there should still be sword intent and sword momentum in the fog wall. But is it done with such a light feather touch?

Above the wall of fog, the fog lingers, forming the first word: flow.

The second is the word "wind".

The third word "back".

The fourth word "Xi".

The fifth, the mist twisted and twisted into a ball, and it didn't count as a word.

Sixth, the swirling changes of the fog, which is much more complicated, and turns into the word "floating".

The seventh, also complicated, ends with the word "繇".

So, a monk of extraordinary learning recited: "The wind returns to the 'tuo' and floats......

As soon as the chanting was finished, there was a sneer: "What kind of? Do you think it's a piece of? It's a mess. ”

"Tuan, the group laughed to death! It was a 'dream' drifting in the wind! There was only a dream, and I was confused and couldn't see the truth clearly. Those who disdain them said.

The previous two were reasonable.

Ning Tingxue looked embarrassed. How dare he make this word in front of the public? In his heart, he jumped around like a deer, and the volume couldn't be lower, and he chanted: "The wind is flowing back to the snow." ”

The shadow of the fog, winding away, hovered in the middle. Then, he flew to the top of Ning Tingxue's head, circled several circles, hung over it, and suddenly exploded. Thousands of snowflakes, as soon as they enter the girl's hairline, they dissolve and disappear.

The remaining six words exploded at the same time. A wall of fog condensed by the true yuan of the Jindan monk fell apart. When the broken fog spreads out, its shape and rhyme, what is it if it is not snow?

The one who pronounced "Tuo" was unwilling to give up and rebuked loudly: "The 'dream' is also wrong! It is for the sake of 'frying'!

All the Jindan monks were shocked. I don't know if it's because of their high cultivation, hearing this person's words, or because of this sword in the light of the night.

For a moment, Mo Wenqing pulled Ning Tingxue's sleeve and walked over.

Before the wind was light and the night was not in time to say hello, Ning Tingxue stretched out his hands and called "Han'er".

Because of the dance of the sword, the girl's sword intent, a hundred flowers bloomed, and the little fox was envious, so she let her hug her. Rather listen to the snow and bury his head, and grind with it, he likes the little fox even more, and the intimacy is getting stronger and stronger. A few days ago, the restlessness caused by the girl's restlessness in the light night, the little fox forgot about the clouds.

Mo Wenqing kicked the buttocks of the nearest person, and said, "Don't get up yet, let me watch the sword fight?"

The man built the foundation and repaired, and quickly gave up his seat. Cover your ass and dodge it endlessly.

Mo Wenqing listened to the snow and sat down, and asked with a smile: "Good swordsmanship......!

"The night breeze is light. My little brother. Shen Chuishang replied instead.

Mo Wenqing glanced at Shen Chuishang and said, "I didn't ask you more." ”

Ning Tingxue in the middle, not used to scratching his head and making a gesture like Mo asking for mercy, hugged Linghu lightly, moved his body, and moved his body closer to the wind and light night, and stayed away from Mo Wenqing.

Feng Qingye said bluntly: "Listen to the snow, Sister Mo's heart is pure and true, and those rumors must be false." You can make friends, don't be rusty. ”

Ning Tingxue was extremely obedient, and whispered to Mo Wenqing: "Before, it was always my rudeness. ”

Mo was stiff at the beginning of the relationship, and asked solemnly, "How does my brother know?"

The young man is born with a clear mind, and this clear mind, that is, a clear mind, is like this, and he is also good at distinguishing people's temperament, not to mention good and evil thoughts. Otherwise, the wind is chaotic and the wind is silent, how can you rest assured that you can experience the world for two hours?

Feng Qingye said: "It's just natural ability." ”

Mo Wenqing covered his mouth and smiled: "You are not a demon clan, where did you get your natural ability?" But the joy in his heart is self-evident.

(Author's message: A world of kendo has also opened up a small tip of the iceberg.) Readers are invited to look forward to the next chapter. The wind is light and the night sword is out of the clouds, and the sword cultivator of a country is served: "Wu Hook is unbearable who can mention it". Please also leave a message for guidance and discuss kendo. ）