The corners of Xiao Wu's mouth curled. Cloud swordsmanship, I've mastered it.

I don't know why, he just felt that he had a very clear brain in the Qinglou, and he was much faster than usual. The old immortal was dizzy and dazzled there, and Xiao Wu was deducing the spell with all his might.

When the morning sun rose, Xiao Wu had already finished refining all the sword clouds in his body.

Xiao Wu swallowed all the sword clouds that Ling Duan and Luo Qinghuan had raised, and let Luo Qinghuan drain the sword clouds in the Yuntai Patriarch Cloud Sword. This sword cloud was refined by sword qi under the impetus of true qi. How many sword clouds a person has depends on how much sword qi he has exhaled, and true qi is the basis for these sword qi to become clouds.

Xiao Wu swallowed a large number of sword clouds, and now the number of sword clouds is probably more than that of the Yuntai Sect's refining disciples. Because the sword cloud in the cloud sword has never been tried to swallow and refine.

And Xiao Wu's devoured sword cloud was rapidly refined under Xiao Wu's Heavenly Demon Devouring Heavenly Skill, and after he finished deducing the cloud sword, the massive sword cloud formed a dense land outside of Xiao Wu's True Qi Yuan Infant, with the True Qi Golden Pill as the core, filling Xiao Wu's dantian.

As soon as the cloud sword technique is completed, Xiao Wu can already mobilize these sword clouds. He opened his mouth and squirted, and the sword cloud let out a sword roar, breaking through the roof of the Red Powder Pavilion.

Xiao Wu flew into the air after him, his foot sword cloud levitating, and said softly: "Please ask Elder Jing to try the sword for the junior brother!"

He felt like he could beat up Kyokobo, well, without using group beating tactics!

Jing Zifang looked at the air depressedly, but at this moment, he couldn't lose face, and he also rose into the air, "What good will it do me to test the sword for you?"

Xiao Wu smiled and said, "You take my sword cloud, and I will return the Zhenxing Compass to you." ”

"Hey, boy, be careful!" Jing Zifang was not afraid, opened his mouth and spewed out a compass magic weapon, and rushed into the sword cloud.

Xiao Wu smiled, "Be careful, my sword cloud is different from the Yuntai Sect!"

Jing Zifang really didn't pay attention to it, what can you do with the spell you just learned to me? I really don't treat refining void as a thing! But the Zhenxing compass of his own sect, Jing Zifang still holds his magic weapon compass in his hand, and is in a state of stimulation.

The clouds condensed, and dozens of flying swords formed, stabbing towards the Jingzifang.

"Boy, it's pediatrics!" saw the compass in Jing Zifang's hand shook, and the black and white qi wrapped itself. The cloud qi flying sword struck on the black and white shield, and when there was a sound, it was scattered one after another.

Xiao Wu was not discouraged, condensed a hundred flying swords again, and smashed them towards the black and white shield of Jingzifang.

The black and white shield shook for a while, and Jing Zifang nodded secretly, this attack is already very strong, plus he took the initiative to enter the battle. If the Yuan Ying Fighting Method is attacked, with this raindrop-like flying sword attack, I'm afraid that the two disciples of my own family will have to be pierced.

This seemingly insipid attack actually consumes a lot of true qi. Unlike ordinary flying swords, the Cloud Sword is no obstacle to the original flying sword no matter how many times it is broken. Unless you swallow those swords like Xiao Wu.

"Boy, you can't do this! Are you sure you're going to use this newfound spell to fight me? That Zhenxing Compass is not a simple treasure of Zhenjiao!" Jingzifang's provocative voice came.

Xiao Wu nodded slightly, and said secretly in his heart, "It seems that yes, the sword qi has not been consumed." I just don't know...... Can the sword be recycled? ”

Hearing Jing Zifang's unashamed voice, Xiao Wu smiled and said, "Brother Jing, pay attention, I can't control the following spell." You won't be hacked to death if you really get cut with two swords, right?"

Without waiting for an answer, Jing Zifang saw a dazzling golden light splitting in.

"Damn, what are you doing?" exclaimed.

While~!

There was a loud noise, and the black and white shield of Jingzifang was directly split, and his magic weapon compass was held in front of him, and he was slashed by the sword.

Jing Zifang's chest was stuffy, he improved his realm too quickly, and the time for the cultivation of the magic weapon was indeed not enough. But there are not many times when I use this magic weapon to resist. And he really held it up, so he didn't go to calculate Xiao Wu's attack.

Jingzifang's magic weapon swung in front of his chest, his hands pinched the trick on the compass, and one after another black and white qi rushed out from his body, not attacking or defending, but hovering around his body like tentacles.

Xiao Wu was contemplating his eyebrows at the moment, "My sword light has dispersed, but it has not disappeared...... But I can't get it together. ”

With a flick of his hand, another sword slashed towards Jingzifang.

Black and white trembled, converging towards the left side of the Kyoko room.

Boom~!

The sword slashed at the shield formed by the black and white qi.

Jingzifang was bored again, this time it was not as powerful as the Yuanying Monk could do.

Xiao Wu sensed it again for a moment, but he kept in his hand, and one after another sword rays kept slashing out, as if he was about to use up all the sword rays he had stored. The Divine Sword Technique is under a hidden sword. Xiao Wu has not used the Divine Sword Technique to attack for a long time, the purpose is to raise this sword.

The first sword was unexpected, and it was the sharpest because of the hidden sword, but it didn't hurt Jingzifang too much at that moment. The sword did not disappear as before, which gave Xiao Wu more interest. Perhaps, guessed right?

Jing Zifang had already stopped his hexagram inside, and he felt that the sword was getting weaker and weaker, until the last time, the sword was already the attack power of the ordinary Yuan Infant Flying Sword.

"Boy, are you wilted? You can't do this! You can't count a hundred flowers, do you want to call Chrysanthemum Monk?" said Kyokofang, laughing, and laughed obscenely.

At that moment, a group of monks flew over.

The leader was a Yuanying monk, and an angry shout came from afar: "Flying is forbidden in Dao City! Fighting is prohibited!"

Xiao Wuyi frowned, took out the token and threw it over. Jingzifang in Jianyun shouted arrogantly, "Lao Tzu Jingzifang is playing here, which of you kid dares to care?"

The monks over there didn't stop shouting, they didn't even go to pick up Xiao Wu's inheritance disciple token, they deviated a little from the direction, and shouted: "What about you! Those children on the ground who are fighting!

While shouting, he flew away.

"Buns!" laughed a group of monks from the Pink Pavilion who stood on the ground watching the bustle.

"Don't you encourage you to fly!" said the scruffy old man disdainfully.

"Uh......" The man immediately stopped talking, which pot is not opened, which pot you are!

Xiao Wu ignored those people, took back the token, and stared at it. My sword is there, but ...... The cloud sword technique can't mobilize the sword.

"Stupid, swallow your sword back, and spit it out again!" said the old fairy with hatred that iron is not made of steel.

"That's right!" Xiao Wu pulled his hand, and the sword returned towards Xiao Wu's body like a speck of dust.

The sword cloud did not disperse, but Jing Zifang suddenly felt that the sword intent around him was much less. But as time went on, he felt more and more creepy. It was the feeling of a sword holding the tip of the sword against the tip of his nose, and the sword aura was so powerful that it seemed to be able to split everything.

Xiao Wu felt wonderful at this moment, and when the sword returned to his body, it was not the original appearance. The dozens of sword rays he released seemed to have been refined, and they had gathered together at this moment and became a single sword ray. There is only one, but it seems to split the heavens and the earth and pierce the universe.

"Brother Jing, you're ready!" Xiao Wu shouted.

"Uh......" Jing Zifang wanted to say two cruel words, but he didn't dare to shout out.

Xiao Wu's right hand put the two fingers together, pointing towards the position of Jingzifang.

Jingzifang suddenly felt an unprecedented crisis, and shouted, "Wait a minute!"

Qiang~!

Under the sound of the sword, the black and white qi of Jingzifang trembled violently.

Xiao Wu couldn't stop it, so he could only change the magic technique of his hands, and then forcibly shook it, shattering the sword mang.

呲~!

Jing Zifang's black and white qi was pierced by the sword, and when Xiao Wu spread the sword, the tip of Jing Zifang's nose flowed drops of blood.

Xiao Wu also had a sweet throat and spit out a mouthful of blood.