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 fierce 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 his body diameter 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 supreme military art, whistling knife technique!"

"Whew!"

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

Looking at the roaring sword light with a calm face, Ling Yun raised his hands unhurriedly, and between the rotation of his hands, he suddenly turned into an angry wind, "Huhu!" An incomparably violent palm rushed out like a raging wind, with a fierce aura......

Under this incomparably violent energy, Ling Feng's face changed, and 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 could stop his body from being blasted out.

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

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

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

Li Ke smiled lightly in his heart.

Xuan-level lower body method storm palm, after practice, the palm is like a wind, waving the palm violently, the strength is extremely strong, like a storm, even the soul of the soldier can resist it, and Li Ke'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 extremely ugly, and he asked in a fierce voice.

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

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

However, he promised the Sect Master of the Double Sword Sect and the Supreme Elder 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 military path, and he has actually learned this advanced body technique!"

"Storm Palm, Xuan-level inferior grade, on the third 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 sect disciple, where did this multi-sect contribution come from!"

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

"Core disciple!

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 was extremely high-grade, and it was only lent once with fifty sect contributions in the Double Sword Sect, and it had to be returned within three months.

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 a 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 tempered out of the form, which was the dual skill of the Refining Realm.

Ling Feng's long knife looked very heavy on the surface, but in fact it didn't have much power, like a layer of iron skin, his soldier soul was the black iron knife ranked low among the red seventh-rank soldier souls.

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

"Humph!"

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

"Whew!"

Ling Yun's palms changed one after another, and in an instant, he slapped three palms towards Ling Feng, who was rushing quickly.

"Rain and Wind!"

"Tempest Thunder"

"Lightning in the wind!"

"Crash!"

The three palms were slapped out in succession, bringing up three violent wind waves, roaring vigorously, shaking the air with a slight vibration sound.

The single knife was clenched in his hand, and Ling Feng saw Ling Yun palm again, Ling Feng's eyes lit up, and his body floated, wanting to avoid Ling Yun's three palms that came out violently.

However, no matter how Ling Feng avoided it, he found that Ling Yun's three palms were rushing towards him.

"Grass!

In the midst of his rage, Ling Feng suddenly used the power of his whole body's divine weapons, clenching the black iron sword of the Soldier Soul in his hands with both hands, and the strength of his feet also increased, wanting to use the strength of his body 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 of the air like before.

"Well, there's a play!"

With a smile in his heart, Ling Feng suddenly used his strength to eat milk again, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and the black iron knife of the Soldier Soul held tightly in his hand suddenly spun 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 away, slamming 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!"