Feng Qingwu is a formation master.
Although she usually just stretches out her fingers and uses her spiritual power to do all this when she carves seal formations, but in fact - if she really wants to carve a large formation, then her spiritual power alone is not enough.
To be precise, Feng Qingwu's spiritual power in the current foundation building stage is not enough.
So she could only use a carving knife to carve out the lines of the entire formation, and then use her spiritual power to connect all the qi together -
In this way, the formation is considered complete.
The advantage of using a carving knife is that it can carve large-scale formations without regard to the formation master's spiritual energy reserves. However, its disadvantages are also very obvious, that is, it is extremely labor-intensive and tests the ability of the formation master.
After all, spiritual power is used to directly construct the formation. If something goes wrong, it can be adjusted at any time. The biggest loss is just more spiritual power.
But building with a carving knife is different.
If the formation is carved with spiritual power, then during the seal-carving process, the spiritual power cannot flow smoothly along the path of the formation, which means something is wrong. You can also adjust it in time, but if you use a carving knife to carve the formation, it cannot be tested. .
Once you make any mistake, your final use of spiritual power may lead to failed attempts, and you will fall short in the end, so you must succeed in one go!
This will test the basic skills of the formation master...
Even Feng Qingwu himself must be treated with caution.
At this moment, when Feng Qingwu stood on the guardrail, she couldn't help but take a deep breath. She closed her eyes and was about to raise her hand to draw -
'call out! '
A sound that broke through the wind struck instantly!
Feng Qingwu's eyes suddenly froze. The moment the sound of breaking through the air appeared, she had already moved, holding the hilt of the sword with her backhand, and then unsheathed the Liufeng Sword.
Sideways, sideways - 'Ding! '
The sharp blade of Liufeng Sword actually collided with the whirling fan, and even made a crisp sound of metal collision...
After seeing this, Feng Qingwu's eyes darkened slightly. She held the hilt of Liufeng Sword and put her toes on the ground. She stopped confronting him head-on. She jumped directly and distanced herself: "I don't know. Your Excellency?"
"I am also very curious about your identity."
At this moment, a voice came from the air. Feng Qingwu subconsciously raised his head and saw that on the top floor of the tasting meeting, outside the large open window - the cold moonlight fell, and the spinning jade fracture fan flew again. Back.
Along with the familiar sound of tearing apart the space, it returned to the hands of the young man. It was a tall young man. He was shaking a folding fan with one hand and stood directly in the air with the other hand behind his back.
Under the cold and bright moonlight, the young man seemed to be walking on the moon.
Seeing this, Feng Qingwu's pupils suddenly shrank.
'Lingkong Taxu, he turned out to be in the golden elixir stage! '
He has handsome features and looks quite good-looking, with a gentle smile at the corners of his lips and eyes, like a piece of warm jade, just like the jade fracture fan held by the young man in his hand. There is no sharp edge on the surface. .
After seeing the young man, Feng Qingwu's face, hidden behind the evil ghost mask, darkened slightly, and she couldn't help but think to herself: 'This man...'
But Feng Qingwu didn't look strange, he just remained silent.
Faced with her indifference, the young man didn't react at all. He just smiled gently and looked at Feng Qingwu with slightly narrowed eyes: "It's so late at night that you do this kind of thing, which is really detrimental to your character."
"Each other, each other."
"That's true, so - it's not like being complicit?"
The young man opened his mouth with a smile, but before Feng Qingwu could be confused, his figure was approaching instantly. The jade-fractured fan was turned in his hand, and he was tightly held by the handle of the fan, pointing straight at it. Feng Qingwu left!
Even though he was in the golden elixir stage, there was no fear in Feng Qingwu's eyes.
Seeing that the other party was unkind, the Liufeng Sword in Feng Qingwu's hand suddenly moved. It twirled in the palm of her hand and blocked the sharp blade on the folding fan. She suddenly let go. When the Liufeng Sword rose up into the air, she quickly held it. live.
The next moment after he was blocked horizontally, he stabbed straight at the young man!
The young man was not surprised, but chuckled: "Good luck!"
'Ding ding ding——'
There was another crisp collision between the sword blade and the jade fracture fan.
Feng Qingwu was as agile as a flying swallow. During the fight, he leaped over the guardrail several times, his dark cloak slightly raised like wings.
Throughout the hall, the sounds of gold and metal clashing could be heard everywhere.
The longer the beating continued, the young man's mouth kept chattering: "Interesting, although your figure and face are obscured, judging from your exposed hands, you should be very young. You have actually reached the second level of swordsmanship."
"Besides, I always feel that there is something more in your sword intention, but I can't explain it clearly. It shouldn't reach the third level, right?"
"The formation on the mask has never been seen before in my eyes. Is it your own creation? Interesting, interesting... What a wonderful person!"
Feng Qingwu rarely felt a sense of powerlessness.
This young man didn't know where he came from. He was collecting information about her while fighting. Feng Qingwu was really afraid that if he continued to fight, this guy would find out some details. That would be really troublesome!
Fortunately, this young man didn't seem to have any intention of investigating.
During the fight, they could only observe with the naked eye, so the small formation carved on the evil ghost mask that covered Feng Qingwu's face to prevent others from exploring had not been touched, which meant that it was not exposed yet.
When she thought of this, she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
But even so, we can't continue fighting...
Feng Qingwu's face was stern, and she held out a sword flower in her hand. Taking advantage of the opportunity for the young man's attack, she quickly retreated half a step and put away the Liufeng Sword.
"Sir, have you had enough fun?"
"To be able to fly in the air and step on the void, you must be at the Golden Core stage. You can naturally see that I am just building a foundation. Isn't it interesting to play like a cat and mouse?"
Hearing this, the young man also retracted his folding fan and stepped back elegantly.
For a moment, the two were nearly four or five meters apart.
The young man shook his folding fan and chuckled: "This is not a cat-and-mouse game, it's just that I'm suppressing my cultivation just to fight you."
"You are indeed an interesting person."
"Even though I have suppressed my cultivation, I can still see that whether it is skills, fighting instincts, or fighting skills, except for your cultivation, which is a step behind me, you are at least on par with me, and even have the faint intention of surpassing me."
Feng Qingwu didn't speak when he heard this.
Sword cultivation is all about killing.
The sword itself is also a killing weapon.
When she practiced all the way to Nascent Soul, she had countless battles, big and small, and even life-and-death battles. Naturally, she didn't have any shortcomings in combat. It was normal to be able to fight on par with him.
But when it comes to ordinary foundation-building monks, it's extraordinary.
The young man seemed to have no intention of asking further questions, and instead said, "I don't want to be your enemy. After all, I have my own plans for coming here."
"I wonder if you noticed that the people patrolling have not come here after hearing the news?"
