Chapter 188 Shock

(Ps: I have left for school, and it is expected to arrive in two days. After arriving at the school, it may break out continuously.)

Feeling the strong fluctuation of sword spirit in the air, Jun Yifeng, who was surprised, immediately judged that the sword intention was definitely from the master. The two Kunlun disciples guarding the ancestral hall gradually felt the difference. The two looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes, and hesitated whether it was time to do it immediately. Inform the Presbyterian Council to solve the abnormal situation in the back mountain. Just as one of them took steps, Jun Yifeng suddenly appeared in his enlarged pupils, and the wind-like speed made him stop involuntarily.

At this time, the scoundrel laughter on Jun Yifeng's face all faded. With a rare serious look, he stood in front of the gatekeeper disciple who wanted to leave here to inform, and said coldly, "No need to inform others. The master is in it. The matter is confidential, and no one is allowed to disclose it!"

Now Jun Yifeng has the calmness and decisiveness that the head of the family should have. The cold air machine locks the inner disciple standing in front of him. He is qualified to guard the disciple of the ancestral temple. His own strength stands out among the disciples, but now facing Jun Yifeng, a chill rises from his feet, making him at all I can't resist at all.

"Yes." The inner disciple who cowardly answered Jun Yifeng suddenly found that his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, which surprised him. Jun Yifeng, who was usually not serious, launched a power to force him to force him back a little. In the past, other inner disciples said that Jun Yifeng only had an innate advantage, and because the master was the head of Kunlun, he was the next leader. The rumor that the position is nothing but him seems to be just a fart. Jun Yifeng's strength is shocking when the tip of the iceberg is revealed in their eyes.

"Stay here. No one is allowed to enter." After thinking about it for a moment, Jun Yifeng is a decisive railway, and his style is more and more powerful as a generation of leaders, which is not to be underestimated. Unlike the appearance of just entering the ancestral hall with Lin Qingyun, he is more cynical than a disguise.

"Yes!" The two settled gatekeeper disciples quickly responded at the same time. The trained character was just a little disturbed and immediately stabilized, conscientiously guarding the only entrance of the ancestral temple. In their opinion, Jun Yifeng, who has changed the most, is the same as the future leader. He speaks with the momentum of the leader, and the day of becoming the leader of Kunlun is just around the corner. Now is the best time to tact with Jun Yifeng, and they will have a good time in the future.

Jun Yifeng looked at the path behind him for a few times. Others should not have been shocked by the sword spirit of the back mountain, otherwise they would have rushed to the ancestral ancestral hall during this period. The sword spirit in the back of the mountain with a little eyesight can see who will cause such a reaction.

"Did the master fight with him?" Jun Yifeng, who kept guessing the situation in the back mountain, suddenly speculated, otherwise how the sword spirit in the sky would explain. However, Jun Yifeng couldn't figure out why the unknown old man fought with the master. As far as he knew, it seemed that not many people in Kunlun knew the existence of the old man in the back mountain, but the eldest brother Ye Hetu did come from the back mountain of Kunlun. The eldest brother's master was the old man, and almost no one in Kunlun knew the existence of Ye Hetu. Is there any secret on the old man in the back mountain that others don't want to mention?

Looking at the winding sheep intestine path, Jun Yifeng did not step in in the end. It was not the shadow left by his youth, nor was he afraid of the shocking sword spirit hurting himself in the back mountain. He was confident that he still had the strength to protect himself from losing his life in the sword spirit. It's just that the master who hasn't entered Houshan for ten years fought as soon as he entered today. There are obviously unspeakable secrets. Jun Yifeng has never been interested in learning about things that should not be known. For example, why the eldest brother paranoidly killed Kunlun more than two years ago. Maybe in the heart of the big brother that Jun Yifeng thought he knew, there were also secrets and persistence that he did not know.

The back of the mountain. In front of the wooden house.

The shadow of the sword all over the sky.

Two blurred figures are interspersed in the light of the sword without damage. Where the sword light passes, you will always encounter something, such as the sky tree surrounded by sword marks, or at least a thousand-year-old tree full of sword marks. The tenacious vitality makes it still grow green after enduring a sword in the eyes of ordinary people. The strange sword spirit did not touch the wooden house not far away. The number of hilts on the ground gradually decreased at the speed that was visible to the naked eye. Where the original hilt was located, there was a lot more yellow powder. The strength of the wooden sword material that could draw a long mark on the ground can be imagined, but it was touched by a light sword spirit. For powder, what a domineering power is contained in this sword spirit!

"Drunk and walk thousands of miles without trace, and dreams leave traces. Qingyun, do you know the swordsmanship I have learned!" The old man who turned into hundreds of sword shadows around him shouted. Before holding the sword, he was an old man. After holding the sword, his eyes were reborn, which gave people a feeling that in addition to cold, he was still cold. The sword in his hand kept waving out a dense sword shadow. Surrounded by the sword shadow, he released a ruthless Buddha. Sword God!

"Too forgetfulness, your kendo has reached forgetfulness!" Lin Qingyun, who was full of shock in his eyes, was unbelievable. Twenty years ago, the old man was not in the current state. How long has it been since he reached the highest level of legend in Kendo! Twenty years, for many ordinary people, it is out of reach, but for them, 20 years is just a flick of a finger. Many living Buddhas in Tibet can live at least 150 years, not to mention other old monsters who have been hidden all year round. Their life expectancy is probably beyond the limit of the world's understanding.

There are also legends that forgetting is not the highest level of kendo, but there are too few people in the world who can reach the realm of forgetting. There is no one in ten million. At least, according to the person Lin Qingyun knows, he is not in the realm of forgetfulness, and the god of killing in those years. It is too difficult to forget love. The old man in front of him is even forgetful. How can he not be shocked!

"Hip me with a sword!" The wooden sword held tightly in the old man's hand emitted a soft light, and the volume was more than twice as small as just now. The friction with the air made the surface of the rough wooden sword smooth. The surrounding hilt was touched by the old man's sword spirit, roaring and annihilated, and disappeared!

Lin Qingyun's face was full of solemnity, and he also clenched the wooden sword in his hand. His wooden sword did not have too much friction with the air, so it was not as sharp and smooth as the old man's hand, but the wooden sword in Lin Qingyun's hand actually reflected a different bright color. The long sword body was surrounded by a vast white gas and kept making slight calls. The wooden sword without spirituality actually made a spiritual roar! The sword body trembled autonomously, but Lin Qingyun's hand did not move at all. Everything was the wooden sword's independent action!

"Bang!"

The wooden sword in Lin Qingyun's hand was out of his control and circled over the sky by himself. The speed turned faster and faster. The wooden sword moved and involved the surrounding air machine changes. All the air was sucked by the hovering wooden sword, forming a huge momentum. Two different sword spirits and two different kendo understandings were completely presented in front of the wooden house!

"What! What you understand is this kind of kendo!" Seeing the scene on Lin Qingyun's side, the sword spirit gathered to a certain extent and the old man was surprised. In an instant, his mood fluctuated significantly. The virtual shadow of the wooden sword in his hand couldn't help slowing down a little. Fortunately, he was found in time, locking his mind, holding the virtual shadow of the wooden sword, and taking dozens of sword shadows.

At the critical moment, looking up at the wooden sword hovering overhead, Lin Qingyun jumped more than three meters high, holding the wooden sword gathered by the surrounding air machines with incomparably precision, and waved forward, as fast as lightning. Try to distinguish between the two Kunlun's top figures with one sword! Different swordsmanship attainments will be issued every minute!

There is no wind in the quiet back mountain, but the wind is surging!

The mountain thousands of meters high is the closest to the clouds. A few huge white clouds scramble to get close to the top of the mountain, and the sword spirit in the sky has caused obvious changes in the weather. The other peaks of Kunlun also found the changes here. Many people looked at the white clouds in the sky and were very surprised.

"Look! On the other side of the ancestral temple!"

I don't know who shouted first in the crowd. Then everyone put their eyes on the ancestral hall, and then saw the shocking white light in the back of the ancestral hall. Just a few seconds passed, a continuous sound of swords sounded in everyone's ears, making their ears buzz. The disciples with slightly unreliable cultivation covered their ears and endured. I can't hear the sound of swords all over the sky.

"Swordsman! This is Jianming! Who on earth is in the back mountain that he can launch such a horrible sword spirit! His achievements in kendo must be beyond the secular category. Looking at the changes at the top of the mountain behind the ancestral hall, an old man of the Presbyterian Church said in a voice that in Kunlun, it is rare to see this level for decades. Only Kunlun, more than 20 years ago, had a fierce battle at this level. Only these old men who were about to enter the ground knew the tragic extent of the battle.

Feel the fierce sword from afar, like walking on thin ice. The rest of the members of the Presbyterian Church received the notice and walked out of the pavilion one after another, looking at the mountains and clouds behind the ancestral temple in the distance. The huge clouds were still converging, and the power was more fierce, which shocked them. Even if these old men fight together with all their strength, it is impossible to achieve this power. Who on earth is fighting in the back mountain?

"Is it him?" An old man of the Presbyterian who was familiar with the breath from the sound of the sword was surprised, but he said doubtfully, "But who is the other person? When did such a character appear in Kunlun?"

Several old men of the Presbyterian Church gathered together and talked to each other for a while. After all, they did not get the desired result. So they settled many disciples who were restless because of the fluctuations in the back of the ancestral hall. Several elders of the Presbyterian Church set out towards the ancestral temple, and everyone's face showed a solemn color that only appeared 20 years ago. .

Kunlun, which has been calm for 20 years, has finally set off a big wave again.