Seeing the surrounding environment constantly changing, he did not hesitate. Suddenly, Long Xiangtian at this time was looking at the surrounding environment very calmly, feeling the sound of the wind around him, without any fear at all. After all, at this time, his main task was to comprehend the power of the wind.
As he watched the surrounding environment constantly changing, Long Xiangtian smiled without any hesitation, looking around quietly. As time slowly passed and he saw the scenery around him constantly changing, the whistling wind blew on his body. In a trance, as he watched the surrounding environment change, Long Xiangtian was inexplicably shocked.
At this moment, in an instant, he discovered that there seemed to be some unusual changes in the distant sky. In an instant, he saw streams of air swirling continuously. In a trance, it turned into an extremely terrifying wind outlet, swaying directly, like a reaper of life, instantly crossing a distance of several miles, taking away the lives of all living things that passed by.
At this moment, Long Xiangtian entered the tornado, and then he saw that the surrounding environment began to twist continuously, as if some terrifying power was brewing in it. However, after all, Long Xiangtian still had the power of the God of Wind to support him. Otherwise, if Long Xiangtian himself entered, perhaps he would have been killed without a complete body.
When I was thinking about it, I didn't have any hesitation. I lowered my position very low, and quietly observed the very subtle places.
As time passed slowly, the sky around me began to darken. The surrounding scenery began to recede, and I returned directly to the place where the birds were singing and the flowers were blooming.
When looking at the decorations around him, he couldn't help but smile and said, "In comparison, it's really too weak."
He said this with a smile without any hesitation. Suddenly, he was back to the open space where the Dark Pavilion was before. Seeing the Wind God meditating on the cushion where he was before, he walked over respectfully without any overstepping, bowed, clasped his fists, and said with a smile: "Disciple is back."
"I don't know, what do you feel?" Fengshen said this with a smile without any hesitation. He smiled calmly, reached out to hold the wine jug, and drank it calmly with his head tilted back.
Smiling at Long Xiangtian at this time, looking at him with an embarrassed expression, Fengshen also knew that this should be without any enlightenment, and couldn't help but smiled helplessly, and said with a smile: "Okay, it's okay, it's a big deal, it will be fine next time."
When listening to what the God of Wind said, Long Xiangtian shook his head helplessly, smiled, turned around and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in the dark pavilion and went directly to the second floor.
As time passed slowly and the surrounding environment kept changing, I had already arrived at the bedroom on the second floor. Looking at Yunniang at this time, she was still standing there very quietly. Standing there so quietly, if she was not still breathing, one might really think she was dead.
He stood at the door motionless. He couldn't help but sighed slightly, then turned around and walked downstairs, walked directly to the first floor, lay on the bed, and began to rehearse the scene of the tornado he saw before in his mind.
As time passed slowly and the surroundings became peaceful, Long Xiangtian's thoughts began to surge and he began to think continuously.
While thinking continuously, Long Xiangtian at this moment also felt how big the loopholes were in the martial arts he had learned before. If he met a truly strong man, perhaps he would have died long ago
When he thought of this, he got down to the ground without any hesitation, and started dancing with the sword in his hand. The speed was getting faster and faster, and the whistling sound of the wind was produced. Without any hesitation, he saw the Shuangye Feihua sword technique, the Thousand Blades sword technique, and the Water Source sword technique were all danced over and over again, so that the speed was getting faster and faster, and there was no longer the obscure feeling of not belonging to the same martial art.
In a trance, looking at the Wind God in the distance at this time, he smiled slightly without saying anything else, thinking: "This kid, it turns out that he doesn't talk to me much, because he has realized something, hahaha, it seems that he is not stupid after all."
When he thought of this, he did not have any hesitation and just watched Long Xiangtian's movements calmly. His movements were extremely fast and rapid, without any drag at all. He instantly felt a different improvement taking place in Long Xiangtian.
If the battle were to take place now as before, perhaps the previous Long Xiangtian would not be able to survive even a moment at the hands of the current Long Xiangtian.
He almost didn't think at all, and instantly watched Long Xiangtian swing his sword and put it away. He then started to use the Sky-lifting Palm, the God-killing Finger, and the Thousand-mile Quicksand Step. Looking at the surrounding environment at this time, the Wind God watched quietly without any sound. Even the monks who were in cultivation had already exited their states one by one without hesitation. Seeing that the surrounding environment at this time was already windy, blowing so hard that it hurt his cheeks.
Even cultivators who had reached the Qi training stage found it difficult to stand firm in this strong wind. For a moment, they all began to flee in panic.
In a trance, Long Xiangtian had stopped this crazy-like practice. In a trance, the swords, guns, sticks and clubs in his hands were also passed around. He just smiled slightly without saying anything else, quietly holding a long stick in his hand, and immediately began to recall.
As time slowly passed, it was seen that none of the monks around approached Long Xiangtian.