The wind became more and more violent as the body fell, knocking away the oncoming airflow. Chang Xi's pupils contracted sharply, and the training floor under the Qianzhang Waterfall continued to magnify in his eyes.

His heartbeat was extremely rapid, but Chang Xi felt that his mind was clearer than usual.

He didn't know how others controlled the flying sword under his feet, but since Senior Brother Yan specifically mentioned that the clouds on the spiritual platform were the prototype of the sword spirit root, it must have its purpose.

A thought flashed in his heart. With a gritted teeth, Chang Xi returned all the spiritual power condensed on the soles of his feet and the sword, and tried to attach to the clouds and mists of the spiritual platform.

The clouds seemed well-behaved, with only a wisp of spiritual power attached to it. The sense of the crisscrossing of gold and iron suddenly attacked the veins all over the body. Chang Xi curled up like a shrimp in pain, but the attached spiritual power was forced to resist and did not retract it. Instead, he rushed forward and completely wrapped the clouds and mist with spiritual power, trying to refine it.

Yuehong seemed to know Chang Xi's situation under her feet. The light of the sword body trembled slightly. A mysterious wave that no one could understand was transmitted to the sword spirit root, which had become restless. Feeling the overwhelming sharp momentum in the mysterious wave, the restless aura of the sword spirit root was stagnant, and the next moment it was submerged in Chang Xi's spiritual power wave. As the clouds and mist on the spiritual platform disappeared, the overflowing spiritual power was re-sinked into the spiritual platform and condensed into spiritual liquid.

But Chang Xi keenly discovered that the spiritual platform built like a ball had changed shape without realizing it. The spiritual power was less obscure and more sharp. Chang Xi's eyes lit up, and all the spiritual power was released, and he suddenly blew!

"open!"

It was like a shock exploded in the air, and the wave of air visible to the naked eye swept around. The falling figure suddenly stopped in the air, as if time had stopped. The next moment, a sharp sword energy burst out, shaking away the air flow around Chang Xi, and opening a windless road. Chang Xi took his breath with one blow, and the sword energy around him continued, and he steered the sword through the air and soared upwards without any restraint!

"Can this still happen?"

Seeing this scene, not to mention the ordinary inner disciples who were dumbfounded, even the senior brothers in the Golden Dan realm felt incredible.

Their sword control is just activated by spiritual power, which is far less than Chang Xi's current momentum of using sword energy to control the sword. The speed of the sword control is also the best disciples at the same level.

However, several senior brothers from the Golden Dan realm were puzzled as they looked at it. According to Chang Xi's unscrupulous use of sword energy to control the sword, it was logical that he would have been unable to succeed.

You should know that it is not difficult to master the sword energy, but ordinary Foundation Establishment disciples should be exhausted even if they continuously cut out more than a hundred sword energy. Even if Junior Brother Chang is talented and realized the intent of the sword, two hundred sword energy should be the limit. But seeing Junior Brother Chang wielding his sword in the air, a series of roars of air exploding into his ears, how could he feel tired on his excited face?

Why can he still use his sword energy to control his sword?

Little did he know that with the help of Yuehong, Chang Xi had integrated the sword spirit root, which was still in its prototype form, into the spiritual platform. He was heading towards the spiritual platform where the sword shape was constantly changing, every drop of spiritual liquid condensed contained full sword intent, which caused the transformed spiritual power to be transformed into sword energy with a steady stream of force.

"But Junior Brother Chang's sword-controlling momentum was really too loud. As soon as he flew over, the whole peak knew... Huh?"

Before a senior brother finished speaking, he felt that the sound of the sword energy whistling in his ears came to an abrupt end. Looking closely, Chang Xi was still flying at a high place to control the sword, but the sword energy swelling around him seemed to disappear, but the flight speed increased by a minute.

Chang Xi patted his chest and took a breath, paying more attention to Dilangjin in his heart. He naturally felt harsh when the howling sword energy was so close to him. He had a sudden inspiration and used the Dilangjin method to stimulate the sword energy that was swelling around him to open the way in the form of dark energy.

As expected, as soon as the dark sword energy was stimulated, it turned into strands of invisible shocks and opened up far away, with a power greater than three points. Chang Xi was as if he had obtained a treasure, but he never thought that this sudden whim was so practical. It would be perfect if he used to attack.

Finally realized his childhood dream and became a sword immortal who was free and happy in the world. However, the spiritual power of the foundation building realm is limited and tight. Even with the help of the sword spirit root, it would be extremely costly to fly a sword at a height of thousands of feet. In half an incense stick of time, no drop of Chang Xi's spiritual liquid in Taichung was left.

Chang Xi shook his sword and returned to the stone platform. Yan Zhang walked towards him, his face full of gratitude: "From now on, you are a true disciple of the Foundation Establishment Realm. I remember that you gathered on the practice qigong pavilion at dawn. You just entered the inner sect and mastered too few techniques, so you have to fly first. But don't think you can slack off if you show up in the outer sect. Recently, it has not been peaceful outside the sect, so you have to hurry up."

Chang Xi was sober when he heard this, he clasped his fists and responded, and followed the situation and proposed the idea of ​​continuing to live on the small cliff. Yan Zhang had no objection and naturally allowed it.

Seeing Chang Xi leaving, he couldn't help but wield his sword again. Yan Zhang smiled, but soon he was quietly climbed up on his face by a faint sorrow and looked into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

...

In the southwest of Huizhou, there is a rarely visited mountain forest outside Lijiazhuang.

This place is in a mess, with huge trees falling down, and you can tell at a glance that there has been a fierce battle here. There are gullies on the rock walls around the cave entrance, and even a few thick rock blocks have been peeled off, and dark red blood splattered everywhere, which is shocking.

The entrance of the cave was deliberately opened with a sharp object, and looked inside, and it was dark. In the deepest part of the darkness, there were several extremely vigorous breaths and low roars like wild beasts.

"Boss, what should these guys do?" A cold voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.

The sunlight at the entrance of the cave could not be found in the shadow, and a strange figure that was boneless "falls off" from the rock wall. The man's weird whispers made him feel extremely uncomfortable, "How to deal with it? Haha, do you still need to ask the boss about this kind of thing? Just ask if Roushan is hungry?"

Without obstacles, the sun shines in and flashes, and the scene in front of me makes me feel nervous.

A few monks with blood marks on their bodies fell to their knees in a pool of blood. The rusty pipa chain passed through their shoulders and strung several people into a row. A strange light flashed across the chains, making the miserable disciples unable to move at all. The bloody abdomen was empty, and it was seen that the white and broken bones were in the middle of it. The Lingtai Golden Pill, which should have been built in the Dantian, had long disappeared. The few people were dying, as if not far from death.

"Hmph, I thought the inner disciples of Qingyun Sect were so powerful. It turned out that they were just some native chickens and tiles, vulnerable, bah!"

The fat man called Roushan picked up the pipa chain and stood up. He shook the iron chain in his hand hard. Several Qingyun Sect disciples who were seriously injured were in great pain and screamed in pain. Roushan stepped on one of them under his feet, mixing the crackling things in his mouth with a mouthful of thick phlegm on his face, sneering.

The Qingyun Mountain disciple looked at the things that were rolling down from his face, his eyes were red, and tears burst out from his eyes. The desperate scream had just sounded, and with the sound of watermelon cracking at the foot of the meat mountain, the heart-wrenching sound suddenly stopped. The red and white viscous dripping drips hung on the bitten unshaped ball.

That was his spiritual platform.

The scammering sound of the sharp blade splitting the body was mixed with chewing sounds. The boneless man, who was ranked among the few, looked at the man sitting in the deepest part of the cave and asked in awe: "Boss, the secret report had been sent back before the Qingyun Sect was arrested. Rescue may come to the door soon. In your opinion, should we catch turtles in the jar or join several other groups of people?"

The man sitting upright with a golden sword on the Malaysian side slowly raised his face when he heard the sound. It was a pale face twisted by blood and murderous intent, which made people shudder.

"Since we want us to create chaos as much as possible to attract the attention of Qingyun Sect, then we will kill another team. I want to see, among the Qingyun Sect disciples who came to save people after hearing the news, which one of the most delicious spiritual golden elixirs?"
Chapter completed!