Vol 2 Chapter 1780: Sword of the Wind (5)

Three years later, Sun Hao felt that he could never learn anything from this wind elf. He used the power of the agarwood sword to break down the mountain. After he became a big man, he walked out of the old Ming dynasty sword and broke it. Wind Elf, completed another experience.
At this point in the battle, Sun Hao’s second sword of the wind, the bright wind, gradually became more perfect, but the distance is completely perfect, but also need to practice perseverance, or need a big chance.
For five or six consecutive years, Sun Hao continued to swim in the area of ​​the Ming dynasty, killing all kinds of wind attributes and different beasts. The wind elves and Feng Peng met several times again. The exercise effect was not great, and the killing was more regrettable. Yes, in the past few years, only one Feng Peng's flesh has been found, which contains the rule of silk without a certain hurricane, and has pushed Sun Hao's Ming dynasty sword forward a small step forward.
The ball in the left hand, the induction of the Ming dynasty, is gradually clear, as if there is a thin wind at any time in the ball gently dance.
After another year, Bianmu took Sun Hao to find a majestic mountain. The spirit of Sun Hao was a great vibration. If the mountain is so big, it will surely find a strong wind and animal.
But the strange thing is that after Sun Hao and Bianmu went in, they did not find any strong opponents.
Above the entire mountain, there are many different kinds of wind attributes, but there is no existence of the level of the overlord. They are some small wind beasts, and they travel very fast between the mountains and forests.
Sun Hao does not give up, let Bianmu carefully look for.
Bianmu did not find any abnormalities. However, in the process of searching, Bianmu robbed a nest of wind swallows. Undoubtedly, he discovered the secret of this mountain.
The most mountainous is the wind swallow, the size is not big, only the size of the fist, the speed is extremely fast, extremely flexible, it is difficult for the naked eye to see the traces of the wind swallow.
After the animal husbandry robbed the bird's nest and swallowed a thumb-sized egg, Wang Wang shouted: "Boss, boss, this little egg actually has the smell of a hurricane..."
Sun Hao immediately took a moment to think about it, and suddenly realized that the most powerful wind and beast of this mountain, no doubt, is the swallows who are not big and amazing.
Inadvertently, Sun Hao thinks of the bright wind and the wind, and in the classics of the Terran, the spring breeze, Chun Yangui, is also one of the most common common sense, Sun Hao read the human race far from the classical, describing the famous return of Chunyan There are no more than a thousand verses.
Sometimes, if the book knowledge is not used flexibly in practice, it is actually a display.
This mountain, many wind swallows, Sun Hao unexpectedly did not think that Feng Yan may be the real darling of the Ming dynasty, no doubt, is still misled by the habit, in Sun Hao's view, in the Ming dynasty, only Feng Peng or beyond the existence of Feng Peng, it is possible to be the hegemon, will be helpful to their own practice, unintentionally, and into the misunderstanding of cognition.
Many things within the uncertain wind domain seem to be indeterminate and intangible. However, seriously comparing what he learned, Sun Hao found that these things were recorded, but they did not think of it.
In this case, then, Sun Hao understood what he should do, with the side of the animal husbandry, floating in the air, Sun Hao began to observe the wind swallow, the ball reflected, the shadow of the wind swallow, began to appear faintly.
After March, Sun Hao Shen Xiang shot, Dacheng Mingfeng style swordsmanship chasing the wind, Yan Hao, flying body, gradually turned into a huge swallow in the air.
Shen Xiangjian was empty, and Sun Hao rushed to a swallow. The swallow hovered in the air. Like the same kind of play, the dexterous flashed away. Sun Haoming’s swordsmanship, a sword emptied, no urgency, no anger, Sun Hao’s sword On the other hand, chasing the nearest swallow like a fly.
On the ground, the priest barked out: "Sun boss, there is no need to be so ruthless? With the IQ of Bianmu, there are thousands of ways to catch these swallows, steamed and fried..."
Sun Hao rises in the air with the wind and says: "No tricks are allowed, I want to defeat them with great brilliance..."
On the edge of the grazing land, Wang Wang called: "You have cheated the dog again, and you obviously want to learn the ideology in these swallows."
For three years, I drifted through.
Sun Hao, a sword and a sword, really turned into a huge wind swallow, flying in the air dexterously, never landing.
In the air, a wind swallow flies quickly and flies away to his own swallow's nest. The huge body of Sun Hao is like a fish swimming. It is drilled out of the bright wind, and the agarwood sword is a little. On the tip of the sword of Shen Xiangjian, fluttering his wings, how can he not fly.
Sun Hao laughed happily, his body hovered in the air, turned, and Shen Xiangjian gently extended to the other direction. Another wind bud fell on the agarwood, and he was astonished to flap his wings, but he could not do without the agarwood sword. The sword body can only be turned on the top and turned into a virtual shadow.
In the laughter, Sun Hao’s body was turned into a virtual shadow in the air. In the bright wind, the hunter who returned home only fell on the Shenxiang sword.
The left hand stretched out, within the ball, the various poses of Fengyan on the Shenxiang sword kept changing, and eventually it turned into a flexible swallow, deeply engraved on the ball.
Underneath, the animal husbandry yelled: "Boss, boss, finally able to catch the swallows, and quickly get two down, the animal husbandry to taste early..."
Sun Hao smiled and shook his head: "Bianmu, these years, the bird's nest on this mountain has been smashed by you. You don't have a thousand or thousands of swallow eggs, and you have swallowed a lot of young swallows. There should be no gain for you, God has a good life, but you can't kill for the sake of your appetite, go, Swallows..."
In the voice, Shen Xiangjian spit softly forward, and the swallows got out of the sword body, like flying away. One of them was very spiritual, hovering around Sun Hao’s body a few times, and then he invested his own Yan. In the nest.
Sun Hao Shen Xiangjian took a pull, slid back down his arms, his arms spread, and fell on the ground, with a big smile on his face, look at the ball in his hand, inside, like a carved one The flexible little swallows are hovering around.
Seeing Sun Hao let go of Fengyan, and shepherd is a little dejected: "Sun boss, wind and swallows are smart. In these years, I have not been fishing, you will do well, one, I only need one, try the taste.

Sun Hao’s wrist flicked gently, and Shen Xiangjian hovered in the air. The light was dark and fell into the hands of Sun Hao. Sun Hao smiled and said to the side animal:
Agarwood is made of Yan, and a gentle sword does not stab. Yan, you don't want to roast the swallows, go, let's go to the next wind..."
A gentle sword does not thorn Yan! Bianmu felt a dizziness.
In the mouth, Bianmu is very reluctant to lead Sun Hao to go inside the undecided winds.
A year later, Sun Hao stepped into a new style, and there was no hurricane. "Zhengxi 曰~EbookFREE.me~ is gold, a hurricane."
When he first entered the hurricane, Sun Hao still could not hold his body and could only flow with the wind.
Bianmu once again put on the dragon ribs, Sun Hao holding agarwood, began to practice swords in the hurricane.
However, this time, the direction of Sun Hao’s cultivation and the progress of cultivation are much faster than the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
With the experience of the Ming dynasty swordsmanship practice, Sun Hao quickly found the core sword of the hurricane. According to the records of the human race, the hurricane and the west wind, in the Terran, was recognized as a symbol of the autumn wind.
That is to say, the hurricane is manifested in the cognition of the human monk, that is, the autumn wind, then, the main wind of the hurricane, that is, the core sword that you need to understand.
The autumn wind entered the window, and the Luo accounted and fluttered. White dew autumn night, one night cold night.
The autumn wind is bleak and desolate.
The autumn wind is invisible, but it can be smelled, touchable, and sensible. The chill of the autumn wind, the autumn wind, the yellow leaves of the leaves, the glory of the vines, the stagnation...
After more than three years of hurricane swaying, Sun Hao combined with his own study and accumulated, and realized that the autumn wind is also the hurricane sword, as if the passer-by died, the sword appeared desolate.
Every time I saw Sun Hao practicing the hurricane swordsmanship, my heart was not comfortable. "Sun boss, can you not practice this stuff, I look at Ying Ying..."
In another three years, Sun Hao killed a yellow Fengpeng, and the sword was a small sword. Shen Xiangjian came out, lonely and bitter, and the emotions of sadness and sadness suddenly filled the air. Sun Hao unconsciously remembered the inside of the condensate tower. In the distant redness of Xiaoya and other confidants, I remembered Xia Qingyu, remembered Xiaoqing, such as snow, who had already died, could not help but tears wet the clothes.
On the ground, the side of the animal husbandry also screamed: "Long legs Ling, ah, long legs Ling, you do not know how to wake up..."
Desolation a sword.
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