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"The first form is the rising sun!"
"The third type is the blazing sun!"
"The fifth form is red and the sun is sinking!"
Under the setting sun, on the ridge of the roof, Song Yifei's footsteps are sometimes light, sometimes slow, sometimes heavy, and sometimes erratic.
The sword move in the hand, from the first form to the seventh form, goes back and forth, and the momentum on the body changes from the high of the rising sun to the low of the sunset.
When practicing swordsmanship for the tenth time.
Song Yifei, with his eyes closed, began to flow the mental picture about the setting sun swordsmanship in his mind.
Originally, it was barely a familiar sword move, but it became smoother and smoother, without a trace of blockage.
Huh! call!
The fine steel sword brought forth layers of sword wind, roaring and circling, and a hazy red light slowly emerged from Song Yifei's body, as if blending with the setting sun.
Buzz!
Gradually, Song Yifei's sword moves were freed from the restraints, and the speed of the sword dance suddenly accelerated, no longer pursuing a gradual cycle, and the momentum and sword moves merged into one, and suddenly turned sharply downward at the flat point.
"The seventh form of the setting sun swordsmanship, the setting sun is like blood!"
He rushed to the seventh form of "The setting sun is like blood" in one breath, which means that his setting sun swordsmanship has been cultivated to great success. In an instant, the red light on his body and the red light on the sword rose suddenly, like the last twilight of the setting sun, bursting out.
Swish! Swish!
In an instant, Song Yifei's sword speed and movements increased by 30%, and he swung eight red sword qi in the air.
The sword qi rushed to the sky in no particular order, and disappeared at the end of the sight.
Song Yifei's movements still did not stop, and he used it over and over again, but he never released the sword energy, but kept compressing the red light.
Every time it is cast, the red light on the body will increase again, from light red to deep red, and then to dark red.
After performing the setting sun sword technique more than ten times in a row, Song Yifei finally realized the last move, and the sword technique reached perfection.
"The eighth form of the setting sun swordsmanship, weeping blood and setting sun!"
Song Yifei jumped up, and the bright red light on his body suddenly turned into an extremely thick scarlet, and then spread loudly, turning into a round of blood-colored setting sun, which descended from the sky.
As if the red sun burns out and sinks into the sea!
The setting sun is weeping blood, the Cangshan Mountain is like the sea, and the Golden Crow screams in mourning, shattering with a bang!
With a destructive aura, Song Yifei held the steel sword, turned into a scarlet sun, and fell to the ground.
Boom!
The scarlet sword light turned into bursting sword energy, and fell to the ground, forming a huge crack tens of meters in length and width. Under Song Yifei's feet, a three-foot-deep pit was shaken out, surrounded by mud flying all over the sky, and the spacious courtyard was in a mess.
"Huh!"
Song Yifei let out a mouthful of turbid air, with a look of joy on his face.
"Although the power is not as powerful as Tianwai Feixian, it is already very good!"
The zhenqi he used just now is less than one percent of his own, and its power is already comparable to the full blow of the innate beginner. If you use your full strength, it is enough to kill ordinary innate perfection.
Following the breakthrough in swordsmanship, the true qi in his body circulated on its own, which made his cultivation level improve again by a small amount.
Buzz!
Just when Song Yifei was about to resign and leave, there was a sudden buzz in his mind, and the originally invisible and intangible spirit gathered automatically, bursting out with a blood-like sword intent in the setting sun.
Buzz!
A sword energy that cut through everything and showed its sharpness also rose up. This sword intent was hidden deep in his mind, and under the influence of the setting sun's sword intent, he suddenly awakened.
Boom!
The two sword intents collided with each other like life and death enemies, and Song Yifei only felt deep in his mind that it was like a thunderclap, opening up the world and creating chaos.
"Ah! Ah!"
Song Yifei let out a scream, couldn't stand upright, held the sword in his hand, and fell to one knee on the ground with a plop.
"This is the sword intent of the Flying Immortal from Heaven!! What's going on, is there a conflict between the two exercises, and is it crazy?"
Enduring the intense dizziness in his mind, Song Yifei gritted his teeth, desperately trying to keep his consciousness clear.
A warm liquid slowly flowed out from his nose, ears, and eyes.
"It's bleeding!! Couldn't it be that the brain is broken?"
After wiping his nose, Song Yifei couldn't help but be terrified.
& nbsp; The situation was so sudden that he was not prepared at all.
Buzz!
Just when he was at a loss and was considering whether to ask someone to get the elixir, the spirit in his mind strangely stabilized again.
"How come what is this?"
After his spirit stabilized, Song Yifei suddenly felt that a strange space opened up in his mind inexplicably, a hazy and illusory sword shadow quietly suspended in the center of the space, looming.
"Could it be that he practiced some kind of peerless magical skill by mistake?"
Song Yifei was confused by the sudden appearance of phantom sword shadows.
He could feel the connection between that sword shadow and him, as if the illusory sword shadow really existed, but it was in an intangible and untouchable space.
"This looks like a spiritual space! But I have never seen a description of this thing in martial arts classics!"
Even in the "Dafa of the Yin and Yang Transformation of Heaven and Earth", there is no mention of the method of opening up the spiritual space.
After the martial artist's cultivation has reached innate perfection, the next step is to compress the true energy, condensing the whole body's energy into a golden pill, turning the virtual into reality, and practice the false into the real.
Song Yifei frowned and stood up, sensing the phantom sword with his mind, then raised his right hand and flicked it.
Whoosh!
A stream of transparent sword energy shot out and hit the wall more than ten meters away.
Poof!
Just like a stone hitting water lightly, the sword energy made a slight noise the moment it hit the wall, and then passed through.
"This feeling?"
Song Yifei frowned and looked at his fingers, and then a sword energy popped out again, but this time he didn't communicate with the illusory sword shadow.
Boom!
The sword energy collided with the wall, making a violent explosion sound, smashing a half-foot-deep pit, and turning it into nothing.
"This illusory sword shadow can directly increase the power of sword energy without any consumption!!!"
After discovering the usefulness of the phantom sword shadow, Song Yifei unconsciously opened his eyes three points wide.
This function is a bit against the sky!
Wiping the blood quickly with his clothes, Song Yifei couldn't wait, and was going to ask his father.
At this moment, two figures, as light as a swallow, moved swiftly, jumped over the high wall and jumped into the courtyard.
Clang clang!
The sound of two sharp knives being unsheathed sounded at the same time.
"WhereMaster Song?"
"Where Young Master Song?!"
The two people who jumped into the courtyard, just halfway through their conversation, realized that Song Yifei was the only one, and their faces couldn't help showing surprise.
Of these two people, one was wearing light armor, with a bun and a long knife in his hand. They were neatly dressed and looked very mighty.
One is wearing a long robe, holding a blue long sword, with a shawl, unshaven beard, and smells of alcohol.
"Master Xu! Ye Gongfeng! How did you get here?"
Song Yifei frowned slightly, and then relaxed instantly, with a puzzled tone.
"I heard movement here, so I rushed over to see what's going on!" Xu Shengnian smiled and said politely.
"Me too!"
Seeing the deep pit under Song Yifei's feet and the cracks on the ground, Ye Feng couldn't help frowning.
"So that's the case. I'm really sorry to you two! When I was practicing just now, I had some insights, but I didn't accept it for a while, haha!"
Song Yifei showed a look of sudden realization, and then explained with a smile.
It seems that I will have to change places to practice in the future.
Before he practiced, he had already arranged for his servants, but he did not expect to attract the two of them.
Needless to say, Ye Feng is the congenital master enshrined in their family, and the other two congenitals will be stationed at their house regularly to guard their safety.
Xu Shengnian is a bit more complicated, he came with Lu Qingli, he is equivalent to Lu Qingli's bodyguard, and he is a master of the imperial guards.
It's fine if you get Ye Feng's attention, but it's really troublesome to attract Xu Shengnian.
Xu Shengnian can naturally see the traces on the ground clearly.
"Mr. Song's strength is really strong, he is worthy of being a master of the Wudang sect!" Xu Shengnian smiled and flattered him.
"Master Xu, you are welcome!"
"Since there's nothing else to do, I'll go back to Master Lu first!"
"Master Xu is worried!"
"Young Master Song, you are being polite!"
Xu Shengnian went and went in a hurry, and he didn't have much curiosity about Song Yifei's strength.
Ye Feng neither handed over nor said many polite words, just turned around and left.
Called a few servants and asked them to repair the ground, while Song Yifei himself rushed to Song Zhian's residence outside.
He couldn't wait to know, what is the phantom sword image in his mind? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)??Master Xu is worried! "
"Young Master Song, you are being polite!"
Xu Shengnian went and went in a hurry, and he didn't have much curiosity about Song Yifei's strength.
Ye Feng neither handed over nor said many polite words, just turned around and left.
Called a few servants and asked them to repair the ground, while Song Yifei himself rushed to Song Zhian's residence outside.
He couldn't wait to know, what is the phantom sword image in his mind? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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