With the sword pointing, with Han Jianxin's movement, the three Qingfan-level divine swords that maintained the sword formation were shot backwards into the scabbard of the Fuyun Three Swords.

"Senior Brother!" The sword master woman stepped forward and came to Ning Huanzhen.

"Don't help me, I can stand up." Xing's burning eyes were firm, Ning Huanzhen said in a trembling voice, his tone was unquestionable.

A look of relief appeared on his face, and Han Jianxin's footsteps that had been slightly raised were put down again.

"Lu Guardian's swordsmanship is extremely powerful, Ning Huanzhen is willing to give up the disadvantage."

Looking at Ning Huanzhen's pure gaze, the endless openness inside made Lu Qing's heart unable to help but feel a burst of blood. He took two steps forward. In Ning Huanzhen's somewhat surprised gaze, Lu Qing stretched out his hands to hold him and said, "Your Nine Heavens Gangfeng Sword is also powerless. Without sword intent, it is not easy for me to beat you."

From Lu Qing's eyes, Ning Huanzhen also saw Zhencheng. The two looked at each other for a few breaths, and smiled on their faces at the same time.

Seeing Lu Qing so consciously, Han Jianxin and the other two nodded and sighed. Han Jianxin said, "I feel relieved when I see you like this. This future sect domain and even the 100,000 mountains will still be the world of you young people."

"Yi Yue Ge."

"Disciple is here."

"Help your senior brother go back and go to the back hall to get half a bottle of Shenshen Pill."

"Yes!" His face turned slightly red. The swordsman woman stepped forward and responded, helping Ning Huanzhen in Lu Qing's hand, and walked out of the hall. Lu Qing noticed that when she was supported by the woman named Yi Yuege, Ning Huanzhen frowned, but then she stretched out again.

The next morning.

When the first ray of sunlight was lying in the wing room, Lu Qing, who was sitting cross-legged on the mahogany bed, opened his eyes, pushed open the door, and looked at the rising sun in the distance. Lu Qing felt extremely quiet. This was the waiter's wing room in the Fuyun Palace's harem. The ones assigned to Lu Qing were an independent courtyard. The courtyard was very empty, with two sword frames erected on both sides, and nine sword weapons were inserted on the sword frames, which meant that they were truly real.

The nine sword weapons are either refined black iron swords, or bronze or black gold castings. They are all low-grade sword weapons of two or three grades. On the far left, there is even a green wood sword made of green wood inserted.

Feeling the warm and slightly hot spring breeze, Lu Qing picked up the Qingmu sword with no sword moves, and even followed the most basic sword path. This Qingmu sword opened a circle of round sword curtains in Lu Qing's hand. Lu Qing's sword path was sometimes slow, sometimes fast. When it was slow, the Qingmu sword seemed to turn into a huge rock. The air around it was pressed forward to form an invisible wind wall. When it was quick, it brought clear sword shadows in his hand as if nothing was light, and the sword shadow was light, gurgling, endless.

Slowly, Lu Qing's mind fluctuated violently, and the Soul Refining Technique automatically operated in the sea of ​​consciousness of the Divine Court. The spiritual sense galaxy was lit up. At this moment, in Lu Qing's mind, the scenes of practicing swords in the past few years quickly circulated, and then played back again. After this, slowly, Lu Qing felt something in his mind began to squeeze suddenly, and he seemed to hold his breath in his chest, not knowing how to release it, and there was no obstacle between his mouth and nose.

The Qingmu sword in his hand became more and more intense, and a strong explosion of air sounded in the air. The hard Qingmu sword body stroked through the air and made a whimpering sound. On both sides of the sword, two yellow flames were ignited due to the astonishing speed.

"drink!"

With a light rebuke, the Qingmu sword suddenly slashed towards the ground.

puff--

The sharp energy automatically gathered on the Qingmu Sword. The air was squeezed into a wind blade when it slashed under the sword blade and slashed to the ground. The hard white stone land suddenly broke a ravine that was square-wire-thick and foot deep.

As soon as the sword was released, it was out of control. At this moment, Lu Qing's sword technique became more and more crazy, and the sharp wind blade shot out everywhere. His whole body seemed to turn into a strong wind, and everything close to him was torn to pieces.

Such a huge noise immediately alarmed the disciples of Fuyun Palace patrolling outside, but when they saw Lu Qing practicing swords outside, they closed their mouths that they wanted to open. Thinking of the rumors in the palace yesterday, the disciple of Fuyun Sect at the Swordman level suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at Lu Qing's movements.

However, after just a few breaths, he rubbed his sore eyes because his eyes could not keep up with Lu Qing's movements at all. He could not even figure out the trajectory of his sword technique. He just felt that as time passed, Lu Qing's sword technique became more and more contradictory.

Sometimes when a sword is slashed down, it is as light as willow catkins, but its speed increases sharply in the middle of the journey, like a mountain pressing down, with thunder and thunder. Or when it is closed, it suddenly becomes more and more heavy, and the sharp wind gathers and disperses impermanently, but its power becomes more and more fierce and domineering, and the ravines on the ground are getting longer and deeper.

Despite this, the disciple still stared at Lu Qing's movements and did not relax. He knew clearly how difficult this opportunity was. Moreover, seeing Lu Qing's appearance at this moment seemed to be trapped in some inexplicable understanding. This opportunity to watch others break through throughout the whole process is still a swordsman master who can surpass their number one master in the Qingyun List of Fuyun Sect. How precious it is to him.

Tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes, and a sore feeling filled his entire eye socket. In the end, the young disciple could only rely on his own feelings to sense Lu Qing's movements and deeply remember the blurry outline into his heart.

Until an hour later, the rising sun had completely risen, and the soft sunlight shone on the earth, and the bodies of the two were filled with them. At the same time, under the sunlight, Lu Qing's sword shadow slowly became clear and dyed golden by the sunlight.

Suddenly, Lu Qing's body paused, and he opened his eyes slightly to see the round sun in the sky. In an instant, in Lu Qing's divine court, something seemed to break open, and the anger that was originally depressed in his heart was suddenly released.

A shocking long roar sounded, and the roar was like wind and thunder rolling. The powerful waves spread around with Lu Qing as the center. And with Lu Qing's long roar, purple thunder roared in the sky at the same time, and the storm suddenly rose. Almost in an instant, everyone's eyes in the Fuyun Palace gathered in the courtyard where Lu Qing was.

Inside the Floating Cloud Hall.

Han Jianxin, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes at the same time.

"What a heart-refining sword Lu Qing, who actually made another breakthrough in my Fuyun Palace. He has comprehended the sword intent that thousands of swordsmen cannot achieve. Now he uses the hand of the truth to gather the comprehension to break through the barrier today. The sword technique is so powerful that it can be understood and transformed into the slightness of itself."

"metropolitan."

"This Lu Qing."

"Talented and sensible understanding!"

"Scary!" Han Jianxin showed a meaningful smile on his lips, "Scary, isn't it just right? The more terrifying he is, the better it will be for us."

Fuyun Palace, in an independent courtyard to the south, two people stood quietly in the courtyard.

"Lu Qing, the Refining Sword." Yi Yuege stood behind Ning Huanzhen, with a very pretty face filled with deep horror.

"Yes," compared to Yi Yuege, Ning's expression was much calmer. He looked up at the clouds above the harem that were shattered. Yu Lu sighed: "Lu Qing, the Lianxin Sword, is a descendant of a generation of Sword Emperor, and his style is a temporary choice."

A hint of heartache appeared on his face, Yi Yuege couldn't help but take a step forward, but stopped and said softly: "You can definitely catch up."

Without saying anything, Ning Huanzhen just looked at the empty sky steadily and didn't speak for a long time.

Looking at the courtyard of the harem, a faint sharpness appeared on Lu Qing's body. The sharpness was not sharp, but it was very gentle. However, the young swordsman outside the courtyard clearly felt a destructive force from it. Even if it was just a little bit, he could knock him to ashes without any reaction.

Song--

Lu Qing, who was originally scheduled to be in place, took action again. The Qingmu sword shook and immediately made a loud sound of sword sound. The tip of the sword pierced forward like flowing water, light and soft as if boneless. The air on both sides of the sword blade seemed to have turned into a stream, twisting and flowing backwards.

Woo--

Suddenly, when Lu Qing's arm was halfway through, the speed of the Qingmu sword stabbing suddenly became stagnant. The air around the tip of the sword twisted violently, and the whimpering sound was like a thousand pounds of rock falling from a mountain. The terrifying and heavy sound of breaking through the air shocked the heart.

The young disciple outside the courtyard finally could not see any more. In his eyes, Lu Qing's sword had no more fixed methods. The change in the sword path that suddenly turned from the stream into falling rocks from the mountains made his mind shake. He could no longer suppress the blood and sprayed it out, and he was depressed.

boom--

With the sudden change of Lu Qing's sword path, the Qingmu sword, which is only equivalent to a second-grade sword weapon, suddenly burst out, and countless wooden pieces shot out in front of them. Each piece of wooden pieces was wrapped with a sharp invisible wind blade, and it rushed to a rockery seven feet away.

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