Supreme Medicinal God

Ye Feng inherited the Guiyu's Yanyu swordsmanship from the stone wall in the cave. This is not an ordinary swordsmanship, but the swordsmanship of the practicing flying sword.

This set of swordsmanship is extensive and profound, and there are many mysterious places. Ye Feng did not fully comprehend it.

It is rare to be able to see Gui Wuya's remnant soul in the scroll. Although he is not a deity, he also has all the memories of Gui Wuya's Yanyu swordsmanship.

The time when the scroll was drawn was when Gui Wuya had just created the Sword Rain Sword Technique.

Finally, I can see Gui Wuya's use of Yanyu swordsmanship. Ye Feng was excited, but also worried that Yanyu swordsmanship was extremely powerful. I didn't know if he could come next.

In the face of Jianxian-level figures, Ye Feng dared not underestimate the enemy.

Ye Feng was as immobile as a hill, his wrist shook gently, and a sparkling jade flying sword hung in the palm of his hand.

Gui Wuya's face suddenly changed: "Feijian, you will use Feijian at a young age. Who is your master?"

Ye Feng was holding Gui Wuya quite meaningfully, and smiled lightly: "There are many of my masters, including you."

Gui Wuya sneered: "Boy, don't talk nonsense and chase relationships, I don't have you as an apprentice."

Not to explain, Ye Feng's flying sword in his hand, the sword light blazing, dancing a light curtain, is a unique trick of smoke rain swordsmanship, breeze and drizzle.

Gui Wuya saw at a glance that Ye Feng was performing the Sword Rain Sword Technique, and he was secretly surprised: "Your sword moves are breeze whispers, although there is a little difference, the sword style is exactly the same. If I just studied the sword moves, How can you use it?"

"This is what you taught me."

"Okay, since I taught you, let us test how much you have learned."

Gui Wuya gently twirled the fiery red paper umbrella in his hand, and a dazzling sword-light oil paper umbrella flew out like a flash of lightning that pierced the sky and shot towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng secretly panicked, and had long suspected that this oil-paper umbrella had a weirdness. It turned out that each umbrella bone was a sharp sword.

Nine umbrella bones turned into nine dazzling flying swords, like nine fiery lightnings, blasting down from all directions.

It is also a breeze and drizzle. It is exactly the same as Ye Feng's just-showed tricks. Gui Wuya showed a layered layering.

Gui Wuya Jiu Dao Feijian, as fast as a phantom, more like Jiu Dao's indestructible sword wave, rushed over, layer after layer, everything that was passed was cut into dust.

Although surrounded by layers of sword waves, Ye Feng manipulated the flying sword and played very hard, but his expression was very excited.

He seemed to understand a bit of the breeze and drizzle of Gui Wuya.

He has already remembered the nine flying swords, and the sword path of each flying sword is also okay if he uses his own flying sword to display the sword path of the nine flying swords.

As long as the speed is faster, nine times the speed of the original sword, the effect of stacking the waves of swords can be exhibited.

Ye Feng's hands are constantly dancing, like a passionate music conductor, the crystal-clear jade flying sword, playing an unparalleled music, ding ding ding, metal symphony endlessly, the impact is like a thunder roar, sometimes sharp, like It is a train whistle.

Ye Feng's flying sword reached nine times the speed of the sword, successfully resisting the attacks of layers of sword waves.

Gui Wuya couldn't believe what he saw, but he was the founder of Yanyu Swordsmanship. He also used the nine sharp flying swords, but he was comparable to Ye Feng's flying sword.

Gui Wuya roared: "What kind of person are you, your sword technique can't be taught by me."

Ye Feng gave a sly smile: "You taught you, you just taught me a trick, the breeze whispered into nine layers of sword waves, I learned it, Master, how do I learn?"

"Impossible, you will try another trick."

Although I only saw that Gui Wuya slowed down the breeze and drizzle, Ye Feng was in a similar position. By analogy, he had already realized his own smoke rain swordsmanship, which would be different from the swordsmanship displayed by Gui Wuya.

The biggest difference is also the most critical one. Although the swordsmanship is the same, the person who performs the swordsmanship is completely different.

The same sword moves have different powers, the sword-holders are different, and the power is also completely different.

Ye Feng is a demi-god’s body, and the body has a powerful imaginary divine power, which is purer and more powerful than the infinite one, so Ye Feng can use a flying sword and the same sword trick to exhibit nine times the speed of the sword. Gui Wuya's sword moves dozens of times.

Gui Wuya was infatuated, and showed off the final trick of Yanyu Sword Technique.

The bamboo forest was like a tornado in the sky, but the tornado was full of dazzling sword light, which cut the entire bamboo forest and even the four-corner square pavilion into dust.

In front of the fierce Jianguang tornado, nothing exists. The misty distant mountains, the clear river, and even Ajuan playing the flute disappeared.

The whole world has only dazzling sword light and fierce murderousness.

Gui Wuya stood there, like a god of war, with his hair flying against the wind, his clothes turbulent, and his spirit flying, his expression became draconian and extremely hyperactive, the sword light tornado seemed to devour the world.

Ye Feng looked up at the Jianguang Tornado and felt that he was so small. It turned out that this was the real power of the sky and rain, which had exceeded the limit of swordsmanship. This limit was to destroy everything.

Ye Feng suddenly discovered that a light flashed from the corner of Gui Wuya's eyes, and his eyes were actually full of tears, and that bright light was the tears oozing from the corners of his eyes.

His swordsmanship was tempered, smoke rain swordsmanship, powerful sword light tornado, like a monster that destroys the world, enough to shatter all things in the world, how glorious and exciting.

But Gui Wuya shed tears.

He cultivated into a sword of smoke and rain, but he lost his beloved lover.

Ye Feng suddenly understood what was happening, and Gui Wuya didn't sign on the scroll, which was a hatred of herself.

If he was given another chance, he might give up practicing the rain and rain swordsmanship, and would rather stand quietly in the bamboo forest, listen to Ajuan playing the flute, and walk the world with her.

The powerful sword light tornado will crush Ye Feng like an ant. Ye Feng tears a sneer at the corner of his mouth. His whole body is free of wind and drums, and the whole body's magical power circulates quickly. During the battle, the divine power suddenly rose tens of times.

Fight against the world.

Fight with all your strength.

Shining with Sun and Moon.

Regardless of life and death, ruin the world.

The small flying sword suddenly burst into a blazing glow like the sun, again hitting nine times the speed of the sword, like a rotating meteor, whistling through the sword light tornado.

Booming, turbulent airflow, Liu Ying splashed everywhere like a broken sword light.

Gui Wuya stared at his sword light tornado in a flabbergasted manner, watching Ye Feng's flying sword across his neck silly, cutting his flying white beard in half.

(End of this chapter)