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In the midst of the canyon, the sword wind howls, like a thousand horses and ten thousand soldiers galloping past. The sword-like qi of the wind sweeps down, leaving the walls as smooth as if they were cut by a blade or an axe.
A group of people stands at the entrance of the canyon, each one awed by the scene ahead. The most striking figure among them is undoubtedly the young hero Long Fei of the Sword Wind Sect, dressed in white with starry eyes and a transparent wind sword in hand.
Beside, Wings Sect Chang Feiyi frowned and said, " Long Fei, the sword wind here is fierce, ordinary warriors can hardly pass through. What should we do?"
Long Fei smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, everyone. I have Sword Wind Heritage that can turn the wind into a sword. Let me handle this."
Wuming and Chin Feng stood aside with their team: Dei Wu, Sung, Shi An, Bei Hu, and others, observing the situation. Wuming had a deep gaze, knowing that this checkpoint would be very dangerous.
Along the way, there were constant competitions and struggles between various sects. The slender masked man from the Scarlet Flame Demon Sect smirked as he watched them, a hint of cunning in his eyes.
Cuigu Sect's poison master Caiyu looked worriedly at the canyon and said, "My poison skills are ineffective here, I can only follow along."
Experts from the Qingshan Sect, Fire Cloud Sect, Iron Palm Sect, and other sects also expressed their opinions.
Long Fei Without hesitation, he waved his sword, causing the sword energy to instantly condense into a clear passage, temporarily diverting the wind blade sword energy under his guidance.
He shouted loudly, "Quickly pass!"
When Long Fei wielded his sword to create a passage with gathered sword energy, everyone felt that this would be a relatively safe passage. However, the cunning and unpredictable sword energy in the canyon posed a danger far beyond their imagination.
Each sect followed in turn, with the Qing Shan sect showcasing their swordsmanship, and the Fire Cloud Sect relying on their powerful internal energy to forcefully break through.
If one is not careful, the sword wind will suddenly change direction, as if it has its own will, cutting through several people's defenses. Some were cut on the arm, blood splattering, while a young disciple of the Fire Cloud Sect was even more unfortunate. His reaction was slow, and he was directly cut in half by the sword wind, his upper and lower body separated, a gory sight.
This scene made everyone's heart skip a beat. The sword wind in the canyon was not just a natural force, but more like a creature with a murderous intent, not to be trifled with.
A disciple of the Qingshan sect had his cheek cut by the sword wind, leaving a deep scar. He covered his face in pain, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief.
As they walked, they were accompanied by the intermittent screams and wails. Everyone passing through Swordwind Canyon felt the fear of life and death, even the brave Bei Hu and the solemn Wuming could feel the whisper of the grim reaper by their ears.
Hua Lim of the White Lotus Sect skillfully used her body movements to agilely navigate through the sword winds.
Dei Wu's movements were graceful, like a beautiful butterfly gracefully passing through the sword winds unharmed. Sung utilized his swordsmanship, with each swing of his sword protecting those around him, especially Dei Wu.
Shi An relies on his shield for defense, and each defense is calculated with precision, successfully blocking the attacks of the sword wind.
Bei Hu relies on his rugged brute force, occasionally using his thick fists and shoulders to directly resist the sword wind. Every move of his conveys a sense of determination to face life and death together.
During this process, Wuming was always vigilant, with sharp eyes. Once he noticed any danger among the team, he immediately stepped in to protect, accurately resolving the crisis each time.
Lingling used her swordsmanship, viewing the sword wind as a challenge. She repeatedly used her swordsmanship for defense, gradually finding the rhythm and technique to maneuver within the sword wind.
When everyone was struggling to break through the Swordwind Canyon, Chin Feng seemed completely calm. Just like his name, he lived up to it. With a gust of Chin Feng, he had been exceptionally skilled at controlling the wind since birth.
Chin Feng gracefully entered the sword wind. He created wind beneath his feet, and his whole body seemed as ethereal as the wind, blending with the sword wind. In his hand, there appeared a thin, gossamer-like long sword at some point, which seemed to have also turned into the wind, resonating with the surrounding sword wind.
The sword wind howls, and Chin Feng dances.
People only see Chin Feng's figure appearing and disappearing, shuttling between the sword wind. The sword wind swiftly strikes down, but Chin Feng moves like flowing water, rising against the wind, and neutralizing the sharpness of the sword wind.
He competed with the Swordwind as if dancing with it. The harmony made it seem like he wasn't just passing through Swordwind Canyon, but rather communicating and resonating with the Swordwind.
In the end, Chin Feng safely passed through Swordwind Canyon. Watching his calm figure, Wuming and the others couldn't help but marvel.
Chin Feng dancing with the sword wind is a dazzling sight, even the focused young hero Long Fei is deeply attracted by this scene. When Long Fei's gaze falls on Chin Feng, his movements involuntarily pause for a moment.
That sword wind, that figure, and that sword technique made him feel a sense of shock and doubt in his heart.
"Who exactly is this young man?" Long Fei wondered, his gaze fixed firmly on Chin Feng.
"Sword Wind Heritage is no small matter. In addition to requiring extraordinary talent, bloodline is also crucial. This young man, could it be..."
In Long Fei's heart, a taboo name suddenly flashed through his mind. His body trembled slightly, and a barely noticeable look of surprise appeared on his face.
"It's impossible, it's impossible!" he muttered under his breath, as if trying to dispel the doubt in his heart.
However, Chin Feng's graceful figure in the sword wind was like a sharp sword, deeply piercing into the heart, making it impossible for him to ignore.
It was a kind of bloodline calling, a kind of swordsmanship resonance, a kind of intuition that he, as a swordsman, deeply understood but could not articulate.
"This child must have extraordinary qualities!" Long Fei thought to himself, his eyes becoming sharper as if trying to see through Chin Feng and uncover his secrets.
He decided to observe secretly, wanting to see what kind of secrets this young man named Chin Feng was hiding, whether his bloodline was truly related to the revered hidden swordsmanship family that inspired awe.
About half an incense stick's worth of time passed. And when everyone had passed through, the sword wind in the canyon converged again, howling loudly.
As everyone looked back, they only felt a chilling sensation behind them.
Wuming looked at Long Fei and said, "Young hero, I admire your bravery."
Long Fei replied, "Likewise, senior Wuming. We should join hands and face the upcoming challenges together."
Wuming nodded, "I also have this intention."
The thin masked man from the Scarlet Flame Demon Sect sneered and left, seeming very disdainful.
Outside the canyon, there is a peaceful atmosphere, but everyone knows in their hearts that the path of Sword Soul Valley is still rugged and dangerous. The next challenge is likely to be even more deadly.
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