Looking at Ling Yun in front of him, whose eyes were cold because of his words, Ling Feng sneered, his eyes were slightly cold, and the red halo on his right hand flickered again and again, and then, a sharp divine weapon power rushed out, bringing an extremely sharp aura.

After a slight silence, a blood light flashed in Ling Feng's hand, and as soon as he stepped on the ground, a golden light turned into a golden light, and the diameter of his body rushed towards Ling Yun who was only in front of him.

Seeing that the distance was getting closer and closer, Ling Feng's body suddenly stopped, his right hand clenched the blood light, and roared towards Ling Yun's throat, "Yellow-level art of war, whistling knife technique!"

"Whew!"

A knife slashed out, bringing a fierce wind and shouting again and again.

Looking at the roaring sword light calmly, Ling Yun raised his hands unhurriedly, and between the spins of his hands, he suddenly turned into an angry wind, "Huhu!" The extremely violent palm was like a raging wind, with a fierce breath, and rushed out......

Under this incomparably violent energy, Ling Feng's face changed, the blood light on his hand was also broken at the same moment, his body was as if he had been hit by a giant hammer, and his legs retreated several steps in a row before he stopped his body from being knocked out.

"Xuan-level lower body method - Storm Palm!"

Seeing Ling Yun performing this palm technique, Chen Shenming's eyes lit up, Chen Shenming had heard of this body technique in the Double Sword Sect, this body method could not be found on the second floor of the Art of War Building of the Double Sword Sect, and it could only be found on the floor or the fourth floor, if the disciples of the Double Sword Sect wanted to cultivate this body method, they had to exchange it for the sect's contributions.

"It seems that the Twin Swords Sect attaches great importance to Ling Yun!"

Chen Shenming smiled lightly in his heart.

Xuan-level lower body method storm palm, after practice, the palm is like a wind, waving the palm is furious, the strength is extremely strong, like a storm, even the soul of the soldier can resist it, and Chen Shenming's cultivation of the thunder palm has the same effect.

"Storm Palm! How could you possibly do this?"

Ling Feng stopped at the edge of the platform in embarrassment, touched his chest that was a little tight, Ling Feng's face was ugly, and he asked in a fierce voice.

Ling Yun's palm just now, swinging like a violent wind, was extremely powerful, not only shaking away his whistling knife technique, but also shaking his body out.

Ling Yun glanced at Ling Feng lightly, his hands clasped together, at this time, he really wanted to use his soldier soul to let Ling Feng know that he was the real trash.

However, he promised the Sect Master and the Elder of the Double Sword Sect that he would never expose his military soul in the sect competition.

"Storm Palm! Oh my God! Ling Yun has just become a master of the Martial Dao, and he has actually mastered this advanced body technique!"

"Storm Palm, under the Xuan level, on the first floor of the Art of War Building, I haven't lent it once, I need fifty sect contributions, Ling Yun has just become an inner disciple, where did this multi-sect contribution come from!"

"Could it be that Ling Yun has become a core brother?"

"Core brother!How is it possible!"

Under the platform, there was an uproar, and many sect disciples were extremely surprised when they saw Ling Yun use the Storm Palm, the Storm Palm level was high, and it was only time to borrow it once in the Double Sword Sect with fifty sect contributions, and it must be returned within a month.

The fifty-point sect contribution of the Double Sword Sect is equivalent to 500,000 taels of silver.

Although 500,000 taels of silver can buy the Xuan-level Art of War, but in the Hanzhou region, as long as the Xuan-level Art of War appears, it will be quickly snatched up by the four major sects, and their sect disciples, even if they have so many silver taels, it is impossible to grab them.

And I don't have that courage either!

But sect contributions are different, sect contributions can be earned through various tasks, or they can be accumulated over time.

Looking at Ling Yun, who didn't pay attention to him, Ling Feng's face became hideous, his teeth were gritted, mixed with violent anger, and he swung his knife towards Ling Yun again.

In Ling Feng's hand, a piece of blood light turned into a red long knife, and only two sections of this long knife were quenched out of the form, which was the dual skill of the Refining Realm.

Ling Feng's long knife looks very heavy on the surface, but in fact it doesn't have much power, like a layer of iron skin, his soldier soul is the black iron knife that ranks low among the red sè seven and other soldier souls.

Seeing that Ling Feng was reluctant to give up, angrily holding the black iron knife of the Soldier Soul, and rushing towards him again, Ling Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and his clenched hands slowly stretched out, turning into palms.

"Humph!"

The corners of his mouth gently pulled up a cold arc.

"Whew!"

Ling Yun's palms moved again and again, and in an instant, he slapped his palms towards Ling Feng, who was rushing quickly.

"Rain and Wind!"

"Tempest Thunder"

"Lightning in the wind!"

"Crash!"

The palm slapped out continuously, bringing up a violent wind and waves, roaring vigorously, shaking the air with a slight vibration sound.

With a single knife clenched in his hand, Ling Feng saw Ling Yun slap again, Ling Feng's eyes lit up, and his body fluttered, wanting to avoid Ling Yun's furious palm.

However, no matter how Ling Feng avoided it, he found that Ling Yun's palm was rushing towards him.

"Grass!

In the midst of the rage, Ling Feng suddenly used the power of the divine weapon of his whole body, clenched the black iron knife of the Soldier Soul in his hand with both hands, and the strength on his feet also increased, wanting to use the power of ** to resist Ling Feng's violent storm palm.

"Huhu!"

The palm wind whistled and slapped Ling Feng's face, but it didn't knock him out like before.

"Well, there's a play!"

With a smile in his heart, Ling Feng suddenly used his strength to eat nǎi again, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and the black iron knife of the Soldier Soul held tightly in his hand suddenly swirled towards Ling Yun.

"Whoosh!"

The red black iron sword soldier soul made a clear sound between the swirls.

"Dead!"

Ling Feng burst into tears, his eyes fierce and violent.

"Humph!"

"A black iron knife, what can I do!"

Seeing that the whirling black iron knife was getting closer and closer, Ling Yun suddenly snorted coldly, waved his palm with his right hand, and swung angrily at the whirling black iron knife.

"Click!"

With a wave of his palm, the violent force directly smashed the black iron knife into two.

At the same time, Ling Yun's body moved forward, his body was as fast as a flying eagle, and with a flash, he appeared in front of Ling Feng.

"Whew!"

Facing Ling Feng, whose body was stopped by the wind, Ling Yun raised his hand and palmed it straight at Ling Feng's chest.

"Bump!"

The surrounding wind paused slightly, and then a violent storm shook out, and Ling Yun's palm hit Ling Feng's body hard, directly shaking Ling Feng's body and throwing it out, slamming it on the platform, bringing up a cloud of dust, and roaring.

"Poof!"

Ling Feng's body bowed, his face turned pale, and he spewed a mouthful of blood at the ground.

A palm shook Ling Feng, Ling Yun looked at Ling Feng lying on the ground, exhaled lightly, and said in a deep voice: "You lost!"