The wind helps the fire, starting a prairie fire thousands of miles!
Qi Mingyuan looked up and saw that the long green sword in Han Muye's left hand had turned into flowing light, and his sword move was Jueyun.
The clouds and waves gather and disperse, and the storms roll around.
Before he could turn his head, a burst of heat burst out.
Right in front of him, the cyan wind stirred up the fiery red light, the wind and clouds surged, and the flames soared into the sky!
Wind and fire are born together, and the sword's will is blended together!
Qi Mingyuan felt a huge shock in his heart, and he had a level of understanding that was about to clear the clouds and see the sun.
This is the third level of artistic conception of Jueyun!
In an instant, he felt like he was in an endless wasteland, with flames rising all around him, and all exits were blocked.
If you don't rush, you will die!
"Canglang——"
The long sword was unsheathed, and he held it out, causing a huge gust of wind.
Swinging clouds.
This is the meaning of the sword.
"boom--"
Winds swirled in the sky, and flames exploded!
A sword swinging into the clouds not only failed to suppress the fire, but instead caused the clouds of fire to fill the sky!
In front of Qi Mingyuan's eyes, there was no place for thousands of miles of fire. He put away his long sword, sighed and closed his eyes.
It turns out that the wind is here to help the fire.
At this moment, he finally understood why Han Muye said that Ling Juezong's background was shallow.
Ling Juezong's swordsmanship is only a minor skill, not a real killing move!
He was a strong man in the earth realm, but before this wind and fire, he could only restrain his hands.
The wind and fire have dissipated, the clouds are light and the wind is light.
The light from the sword in Han Muye's hand dispersed, and the sword intention was put away.
It's not like he really wanted to kill a master of the realm, so there was no need to waste precious sword energy.
His voice rang in Qi Mingyuan's ears: "Senior, do you understand, Jueyun or Dangyun are just auxiliary swordsmanship."
"If you want to step into the third level, just practice another water and fire swordsmanship."
"After understanding this method, the day when Ling Juezong will rise to the top is not far away."
"I want Qi Tao to come to Jiuxuan Sword Sect. Do you understand what I mean?"
Han Muye said that Ling Juezong's background was shallow, and Zhenzong's swordsmanship was only a minor in swordsmanship.
Han Muye asked Lin Tao to come to Jiuxuan Sword Sect, not only to practice, but also to prevent Ling Juezong from improving his strength. If he had the heart of betrayal, he could use him as a proton.
Qi Mingyuan opened his eyes and nodded, looked at Han Muye, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, little friend, there is absolutely no possibility of our Ling Juezong betraying the Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
Han Muye laughed softly and said to himself: "There are some things, who can tell clearly..."
Qi Mingyuan opened his mouth, glanced at the majestic sword pavilion, and said in a low voice: "Okay, I will let Qi Tao worship at the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, and he will not be able to turn back to Ling Juezong for ten years."
"I'm just curious, why is it the fire vein?"
"As far as I know, the Jiuxuan Sword Sect's fire vein seems to have declined."
Han Muye looked at him and said, "It was the decline of the fire vein that gave him the opportunity to leave in ten years."
"If he goes to the Water Line and his ancestor is in charge, there is no telling whether he will return to Ling Jue Sect ten years later."
The Nine Xuan Sword Sect inherits the five veins of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. Among them, the ancestor of the fire vein has rebelled. Although there are many masters of the earth vein, there are no top masters.
There are three remaining meridians, gold, wood, and water. Each meridian has top-notch experts in the earth realm, forming a golden elixir and a half-step Nascent Soul.
With such a strong person in charge, Qi Tao will not be so free to leave in ten years.
What's more, with such a strong lineage in charge and no shortage of resources, Qi Tao may not be willing to leave after ten years.
Qi Mingyuan nodded.
After Han Muye's guidance, he understood the method of cultivating the third level of Jueyun and no longer lingered.
Watching Qi Mingyuan leave, Han Muye looked into the distance.
He can understand the method of wind and fire, and a master in the fire vein can naturally understand it too.
Su Yuan, the fire master who led the team to conquer the Three Qin Sword Sect, has already learned the Five Mysterious Swordsmanship to start a prairie fire, right?
With this swordsmanship, it is not impossible to revive the Jiuxuan Sword Sect’s fire veins.
A prairie fire, clear clouds, and swaying clouds.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and the sword light flashed in his hands.
Qing Ming on the left hand, the storm is absolutely turbulent!
The purple flame in your right hand can set a prairie fire a thousand miles away!
The swordsmanship of Jueyun and Dangyun merged, and the sword moves instantly changed, transforming into a being no less powerful than the Five Mysterious Swordsmanships.
The prairie fire swordsmanship is also the Five Mysteries.
The five mysteries match the five mysteries, and the wind and fire can set a prairie fire thousands of miles away!
The endless sword light turned into wind and fire, seeming to rush out thousands of feet in front of Han Muye!
That wind is fierce!
That fire is blazing!
If this sword is completed, it will be a powerful force of wind and fire!
Han Muye's eyes revealed endless pride!
Just after a breath, his face turned pale, the sword energy of the two long swords dissipated, and with a loud roar, he flew back to the sword pavilion.
"The power of wind and fire is indeed not easy to display."
"Sword power, haha..."
Whispering softly, the pale-faced Han Muye's eyes were still shining.
The combination of the clouds and the clouds combined with the Five Mysterious Sword Techniques to start a prairie fire, achieve the great power of wind and fire, and turn it into the supreme sword power.
It's a pity that even if I know this method of condensing sword power now, my cultivation and physical body are too weak to use it.
In other words, the price to pay is too high and not worth it.
But you have already understood and mastered it, but are you still afraid that you will not be able to use this sword?
…
"Hey, that big financier, senior, is gone? Why don't you stay and have a meal together?" Lu Gao, who had returned with various meals, looked around with a trace of regret on his face.
Lin Shen looked around, his expression solemn.
He is much more advanced than Lu Gao, and he can feel the sword intent of this sword pavilion that has not dissipated before.
And that kind of power that made his heart tremble.
Could it be the legendary sword power?
Han Muye shook his head, took out the small wooden table and put the food on it.
"Elder, do you want to eat something together?"
He raised his head and looked towards the third floor of the sword pavilion.
Lu Gao's hand reaching for the chicken leg paused, and his face froze.
"No."
The voice of the Jiange elder came.
Lin Shen raised his head and looked at the open window on the third floor of Jiange.
The elder of the Sword Pavilion, who is comparable to the three ancestors of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, is actually so approachable?
Elder Jiange, will he really respond?
Han Muye unceremoniously took away the chicken leg that Lu Gao was targeting.
He was displaying his sword intent in front of the Jiange Gate, and of course the Jiange elders knew all about it.
Even his many small movements can be detected by the elders of Jiange.
But in the eyes of powerful men like Jiange Elder, these are just trivial tricks and don't matter.
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In the evening, Huang Laoliu returned happily.
Along with Lu Qingping, there was also Lin Yuxia.
Lu Gao, who was very discerning, not only brought back more food, but also borrowed a large table from the canteen and carried it back.
There are not many people in the canteen who are willing to pay for additional meals. Lu Gao is now the golden figure in the canteen. Borrowing a table is a trivial matter.
Under the setting sun, the golden sword pavilion shines brightly.
Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping sat together with their backs to the Jiange Pavilion, while Lin Shen sat to one side with his sister.
Han Muye and Lu Gao took each side and surrounded the square table.
"This meal is quite sumptuous. Brother Lu spent a lot of money." Han Muye looked at the dishes on the table and said with a smile.
"Little things, little things." Lu Gao grinned.
Today I directly received a middle-grade spiritual stone. What does this table of food count?
Lu Gao stretched out his hand and suddenly looked up at Han Muye beside him.
Han Muye laughed and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Elder, can we have some together?"
Huang Laoliu trembled with fright.
Fortunately, there was no response from upstairs.
Everyone stopped being polite and stretched out their hands.
Lu Qingping and Lin Yuxia didn't hesitate either.
"Second brother, is this the opponent you asked Senior Brother Zhao to arrange for me? Are they all so weak?" Lin Yuxia turned to look at Lin Shen while eating.
Lin Shen was stunned and looked up at Han Muye opposite.
Han Muye laughed and concentrated on the food in front of him.
"So, these two opponents of mine were specially arranged?" Lu Qingping stopped and looked at Huang Laoliu.
"That, this..." Huang Laoliu's face turned red, but he didn't know how to explain it.
In front of Lu Qingping, he couldn't tell lies.
"Hey, Brother Zhenxiong, I told you, I just want to have a good competition to win some resources for my Qingfeng Temple, and then I will accompany you back to Jinyang." Lu Qingping's face darkened slightly, and she shook her head slightly.
The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became dull.
Lin Shen turned around and glared at Lin Yuxia.
"Why, Huang Zhenxiong, you don't want to be a sword watcher anymore?"
At this moment, a voice sounded in the sword pavilion.
Everyone's expressions changed and they stood up quickly.
Elder of Jiange!
“The food is good.”
"Didn't Han Muye call me to eat? Why didn't you wait for me?"
"There's no wine, luckily I brought it."
Sitting in the seat given by Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping, the white-haired Jiange elder raised his hand, and a small wine bottle appeared.