For several days in a row, Yang Xuan tirelessly locked himself in the study of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and the vast knowledge of the cultivation world made him very interested, from the overview of the Mystic Realm, to the Ten Thousand Soul Cultivators, the Spiritual Medicine Immortal Plant, to the Divine Soldier Spirit Treasure, and even the background origin of the Southern Regions Sect. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

In this way, he made up for himself ruthlessly, probably because of the stubbornness of the scholar, during this time, he was stunned to read nearly half of the classics here.

On this day, Yang Xuan got up and stretched his muscles and bones, even if he was far beyond the physique of ordinary people at the moment, he was a little unbearable, but fortunately, he understood almost the knowledge of cultivation, so he would no longer linger here, and it was the right thing to improve his cultivation as soon as possible.

Bidding farewell to the old man guarding the pavilion, Yang Xuan returned to his residence, and before he entered the house, he was stopped by Bu Feng who was sitting quietly in the courtyard.

"You've been in the Scripture Pavilion all this time?"

"Yes, I don't have enough knowledge, I need to add something"

"You forgot something" Bu Feng looked strange, his right hand rubbed the hilt of the knife, and the rhythm was clear.

Yang Xuan was stunned when he heard this, "Uh...... Isn't it...... Oh, look at my memory" After saying it, he laughed dryly, "I forgot, let's go"

"Huh?" this time it was Bu Feng's turn to be surprised, "What are you going?"

"Arena,"

"Now?"

"yes, now"

"You don't have to take a break?"

Yang Xuan smiled casually, "Are you still going?"

"......Forehead" Bu Feng was stunned again, and then smiled faintly, and when he used his body method first, he rushed towards the arena, Yang Xuan followed, and in less than a moment, the two of them were already in the field.

The inner door is still as deserted as usual, and there is not a single monk in the large space, but fortunately, it is quiet.

The two stood at opposite ends of the ring, their swords unsheathed, and it was clear that neither of them was absolutely sure that they could win against each other without weapons.

"Today, I can learn your sword skills in your heyday."

"So you want to try?"

"Hehe," the corners of Yang Xuan's mouth curled, "Why don't you ...... Don't use it."

Bu Feng shook his head, looking speechless, "Sweep away those useless moves of temptation, you and I will attack with all our might"

"That's what it means"

In an instant, Bufeng's knife moved, the blade turned slightly, and the blade was facing downward, but it was just a simple slight swing of the steel knife, and the momentum changed suddenly, and a majestic momentum far beyond the past rose, with domineering, fierce, and indomitable shocking aura.

The invisible wave of air shook the air as if it were stagnant, but it swept the sand and stones and flew, and the whole arena suddenly fell silent, except for the sound of rubble rolling across the ground.

In such a full-fledged sword momentum, it seems that in addition to the domineering, there is an inexplicable meaning, I don't know clearly, the way is unknown, it seems to be sad, like bitterness, like hatred, like sorrow, it is said that people who love swords must have unspeakable hidden, difficult to give up, and sure enough.

Yang Xuan's face was also awe-inspiring, and he naturally felt the inexplicable emotions hidden in the knife momentum, but he didn't dare to underestimate the horror in his heart, and in an instant, the blade of the sword danced, and the ink spots in the sky appeared, and then instantly connected into dense lines, as if the literati and ink writers were writing poems and sentences, chic and elegant.

Neither of them spoke, but at this moment, both sides were strong momentum condensation, which explained everything.

I don't know how long it took, the sword momentum that escaped around Bu Feng's body suddenly froze, and the space seemed to be a little tighter, and a huge sword phantom that pierced through the heavens and the earth appeared above his head, turning from virtual to real, exuding an infinite aura.

The cold voice of the "Qingcang Sword Slash" Bufeng came out, and in an instant, the huge giant knife that seemed to be the pillar of the sky slashed down suddenly, and the endless wind howled, as if the tangible blade was rubbing against the air, and the cold light was cold.

Yang Xuan was extremely dignified, the awe-inspiring domineering aura in the opponent's offensive was extremely vast, he couldn't help but be imprudent, raised his sword and pointed directly, and the ink-colored points of light around his body faintly converged into one, clearly delineated, horizontal and vertical, and also exuded a strong aura, but he couldn't see it really.

"You also take my move" Yang Xuan secretly sighed, blowing snow in his hand, and the ink-colored font the size of a grinding disc rushed into the sky, from the bottom up, facing the sharp sword shadow.

There is no general trend of step sealing between the flickering of the font, but there is a trace of indescribable mystery.

At the same time, in front of the door of the Scripture Pavilion, in the small building in the back mountain, in the main hall, and in the main hall of the Heavy Prison Peak, there was an abrupt sound of surprise almost at the same time, and his eyes fell to the inner door, and then the faint sound of piercing the air sounded, and it was calm again.

In the entire Chongwu Sect, there are very few disciples who can sense this strong momentum, of course, except for those people in the courtyard who are quite unique in the inner gate, such as Qiu Jingyu, and then Ice and Fire, and so on.

"This breath...... Who the hell is it?"

"Sister, when will such a strong person appear in the inner gate again?"

"I don't know, let's go, let's see" The voice of the speaker was rarely serious, and the beautiful face was also tight, and he said hurriedly.

With a bang, the entire arena was filled with smoke and dust, and the gravel and sand were rolling and flying, like an apocalyptic scene, the vast True Yuan drummed, and a circle of visible air waves erupted, tumbling and attacking all around, and hitting the high wall heavily, and the wall cracked in response.

As if it had been hit hard, the platform was in tatters, as if someone had destroyed a layer with strange force, and the scene was a mess.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated, Yang Xuan and Bufeng's faces were slightly pale, and they gasped lightly, but the corners of their mouths were smiling, and the appreciation in their eyes was not concealed at all.

"This is your knife position?

"You're not bad, you're the only monk of the same rank who can fight head-on and not be defeated since I comprehended the sword power."

"Hehe, so I should be honored?"

Bu Feng smiled and shook his head

"That'...... How is this game calculated?"

"Let's draw"

"It's okay, I know you still have hole cards useless,"

"Aren't you too?"

The two of them suddenly stopped talking, just looked at each other in a daze, and laughed loudly for a long time, the laughter was so hearty and comfortable.

Above the dilapidated arena, four figures stood proudly, faintly looking at the happy two people laughing below.

"The strong sword momentum has already manifested the form, as long as it goes further, it is impossible to say that the sword momentum will contain the spirit and turn into meaning...... Xing Sen, he's about to catch up with you at this point."

The grim man in a black loose military uniform smiled slightly, and did not say anything to justify, but his eyes looked at the step seal in the field and became more and more happy.

"That Yang Xuan is also a genius, the trick he used just now, if he is not mistaken, there is a shadow of ink"

"I really didn't expect him to comprehend the ink to such an extent, the power of the move has exceeded the ink itself, and it is worthy of being the demon of the Nine Revolutions."

Everyone present was extremely appreciative, and their eyebrows were full of amazement and joy.

"In this way, in the Honghuang trial after half a year, do you really want the two of them to participate?" Sun Chongwu, who had extremely capable short hair and a solemn face, asked the gray-robed old man in front of him.

"That's a game for the young junjie of the four major third-grade sects, and they are ...... with their cultivation when they have just entered the mortal realm."

The old man's face was as usual, "Although the flowers of the greenhouse are beautiful, they lack the courage to fight against heaven and earth...... Hehe, besides, with their means, they may not have the strength to compete with the monks of the Tibetan realm."

As soon as he said this, the old man's cloudy eyes looked at the two people below, flashing with incomprehensible colors, "There is still half a year, look at it, they will definitely be able to create miracles, I don't ask them to do anything amazing for the sect, but I hope to protect them to grow to the strongest within our ability, after all...... My Chongwumen's pool is too small."

The old man sighed faintly, his figure disappeared in an instant, it seemed that he had returned to the back mountain to cultivate, and the rest of the people were slightly stunned, and then they also shook their heads slightly, and disappeared in the diffuse smoke and dust.

In the arena, the two laughed and looked around at the tragic situation in the arena.

"Here...... We don't have to worry about it."

"The sect will deal with it, let's go" Bu Feng smiled indifferently, and when he stepped down from the competition platform first, Yang Xuan shrugged helplessly, and also left.

When the ice and fire came here, there were only messy rubbles everywhere in the field, and cracked stone platform walls, looking at such a miserable situation, the two covered their mouths in shock.

"What a powerful destructive force, who the hell is it?"

"Don't you feel it? There is a kind of momentum, I'm afraid that Bufeng is fighting with people."

"Oh, if it's a step seal, then another person...... Is it Yang Xuan?"

"There is a possibility" Lin Bing'er's voice was still cold, but there was an inexplicable horror in addition to this coldness.

"I should have thought of it a long time ago, even if my strength skyrocketed after entering the demon, it would have to be based on my own foundation, this Yang Xuan, we still underestimated him"

Lin Huo'er sighed, took his sister's arm, and quietly left here, when he left, the horror in his eyes still did not subside, now Yang Xuan and Bu Feng are just entering the mortal, if they cultivate further, God knows what kind of strength it will be.

A resting place for inner disciples.

Yang Xuan restrained his teasing expression, "Your sword is in the middle of it...... Stuffed with something."

"Is that your inner demon?"

Bu Feng was stunned when he heard this, and his expression was slightly lonely, "I don't know, but that's ......" Halfway through his words, he was silent again.

"Mind telling me your story?"

"My story...... Hehe, it's difficult to be sad, don't mention it," Bu Feng replied, Yang Xuan heard it on the side, and sighed in his heart, not everyone's life will be smooth sailing, and not everyone's experience is simple and ordinary.

Bu Feng is young, but he can control the sword momentum that countless people in the entire cultivation world want to comprehend but can't do, in addition to that kind of demonic understanding and talent, the obsession in his heart must be indispensable.

Looking at the empty sleeve of Bu Feng's left arm, and the right hand that kept rubbing the handle of the knife at his waist, Yang Xuan was speechless.

"Since you don't want to say more, I won't force you, maybe now you and I are still shallow in cultivation, and the road ahead is unknown, there are still too many things in the Mysterious Realm that have not been understood and touched upon."

"What I hope is that you don't sink into it, some things will always be solved, if you can't solve it, don't hold it in your heart......"

Bu Feng smiled, this smile is completely different from the past, this is really from the heart, temporarily leaving behind the burden and fetters on the body, it is a smile between close friends.