Chapter 867: Returning to Thunder Emperor Valley

The sun rises and sets, the clouds roll and the clouds clear, the tide rises and falls, and the days on the deserted island pass day by day.

A month passed quickly, and Xiao Chen was immersed in the comprehension of the Four Seasons Sword Technique during these days.

Spring Thunder Slashing and Burning All Desolation, after day and night, thousands of times of tempering, has become extremely proficient, as long as the mind moves, it can be triggered immediately.

It's just the comprehension of the third trick, Qiu Qiu, but it's still a mess, without the slightest clue.

Bai Shui's move of the bleak autumn wind left a deep impression on him, and it has already formed an imprint in his mind, which is hard to extricate himself from. It is hard to think of other things that can represent autumn besides the wind.

"The autumn wind is bleak, the autumn wind is bleak, but why is the autumn wind bleak?"

Xiao Chen slashed out a saber casually, the four seasons saber technique was running, the blade trembled endlessly, and a gust of autumn wind rose out of thin air.

Wherever the autumn wind passed by, the huge boulders standing in a forest shattered inch by inch, and turned into powder with the wind, and those boulders disappeared immediately.

"No, I didn't comprehend it myself. No matter how powerful it is, it is difficult to have a chance to improve."

Putting the knife back into its sheath, Xiao Chen frowned, shook his head and said.

Putting the knife by his side, Xiao Chen lay on the ground, looked at the clouds above the sky, and fell into deep thought again.

The autumn wind is bleak, why must the autumn wind be bleak?

Rumble!

I don't know when, the white clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, billowing dark clouds filled the sky here, and the sound of muffled thunder rang out.

Tick ​​tock.

A drop of rain fell on the tip of Xiao Chen's nose, and a coolness permeated in immediately, making people startled.

Xiao Chen's heart suddenly moved, why the autumn wind must be bleak, it's just that it varies from person to person.

The trees withered and withered, and the autumn wind came, sweeping away all the fallen leaves with a sweeping force, domineering and cold, without a trace of human emotion.

This is Baishuihe's comprehension, but autumn is also cool, and the scorching summer is unbearable. Autumn is here, how can it not make people look forward to it physically and mentally, how can there be a little bit of bleakness.

Crash!

dark cloud cover,

The drizzle that had been brewing for a long time fell from the sky, and Xiao Chen's clothes were quickly soaked, but he didn't feel the slightest chill, he just felt extremely cool.

"Autumn rain, autumn rain, this is my way, my sword. Baishuihe, you are a generation of Martial Emperor, the sage of the sword. Since you have comprehended the bleak autumn wind, sweep the fallen leaves into the world."

"Then I, Xiao Chen, will use Qiu Yu as a guide to compete with you."

In the heavy rain, Xiao Chen was drenched all over, but the expression on his face was extremely carefree, he laughed because he finally figured it out.

The vitality in the body circulated quickly according to the heart method of the four seasons knife technique, and the knife moved as it wanted, slowly waving in the continuous rain.

With the dancing of the blade, the surrounding rainwater was pulled over, forming a thin water curtain behind the blade.

Sensing the power of the rain on the blade, Xiao Chen was overjoyed, the aura condensed in his body converged on the blade, and burst out loudly.

A gust of saber intent shot out from the tip of the saber, and behind the saber intent, the sky filled with rain, tens of millions of raindrops, quickly condensed.

All the rainwater in the sky was actually attracted by this knife, and finally formed a rippling, cool knife air.

The saber qi galloped rapidly, and slid past the sea surface, and the vast sea was immediately divided into two halves, just like that.

The meaning in the knife is gentle and peaceful, which makes people feel extremely comfortable, just like seeing a demure fairy, all the heat in the heart is gone forever.

But the power in the knife can even separate the sea water, which is no worse than the bleak autumn wind of the Baishui River.

"It's done, this move is gentle, let's call it Qiushui Yiren."

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, put away his knife and stood up, the rain that had stopped fell down again.

Time passed slowly, and one month passed peacefully again.

Xiao Chen kept getting familiar with the three tricks he had already comprehended, Spring Thunder Slashing, Burning All Desolation, and Qiushui Yiren.

The artistic conception of each knife is completely different and unique, and it is all Xiao Chen's own experience and perception. Born out of the Four Seasons Saber Technique, but stronger than anyone else's Four Seasons Saber Technique.

There are two remaining moves in the Four Seasons Saber Technique, namely the winter knife and the four seasons reincarnation knife, both of which require one's own understanding.

If he followed the path of Baishuihe, Xiao Chen could immediately perfect the Four Seasons Saber Technique, but that would be meaningless and be lost to everyone.

"Forget it, don't think about it for now, it's not easy for me to comprehend the three moves. The Four Seasons Saber Technique is too much about chance and epiphany."

For the past thirty days, Xiao Chen has been thinking about the last two moves, but he has made no progress. Two months have been wasted, and he doesn't have much time left.

Things in Tiandao Pavilion and the Xiao family in Mohe City will take a lot of time, and there is only half a year before the Five Kingdoms Tournament, so I can't keep thinking about it.

On this day, the sky was clear and the sun was shining.

On the deserted island, Xiao Chen briefly practiced the first three moves of the Four Seasons Saber Technique, then put away the saber and stood up to start his journey.

Among the clouds, Xiao Chen moved forward rapidly, the wind whistling past his ears, his long hair and clothes kept dancing.

Now that he has reached the half-step Martial Emperor Realm, he can travel continuously in the air.

With a speed four times the speed of sound, his speed was extremely fast, and the white clouds were constantly being left behind by him.

Seven days later, Leidi Valley, the gateway of Tianwu Continent, appeared in his vision, and Xiao Chen stopped and thought about it.

Xiao Chen, who originally planned to fly directly there, changed his mind when he saw the eternal will of the immortal thunder in the sky.

With the help of the Scarlet Throne, he has already practiced the artistic conception of killing to the limit, and now he can't make any progress in the murder test, and needs his own comprehension.

But his artistic conception of thunder is still in the realm of great achievement, a little far from the limit, the endless thunder will in Thunder Emperor Valley may be a chance for him.

With a decision in his heart, Xiao Chen descended from the clouds and landed towards the top of the gorge on both sides of Thunder Emperor Valley.

On the Thunder Emperor Valley, there are people who comprehend the artistic conception of thunder here all the year round, and all of them are half-step martial emperors. Seeing Xiao Chen's appearance, their brows frowned.

Every time the thousand-year-old eternal thunder will appears, it slowly swims through the air along a predetermined route.

Under this route, all the good positions have already been occupied by people.

Moreover, a quiet environment is needed to comprehend the artistic conception, and the less people there are, the greater the effect will be, and the more people will affect their respective epiphanies.

Therefore, it is not very easy to stay in Thunder Emperor Valley. Those who have already gone up do not welcome newcomers, and it can even be described as disgusting.

Xiao Chen observed carefully at the edge of the canyon, and also discovered the moving direction of the immortal thunder will in the billowing dark clouds.

I took a look at the corresponding positions below the line, and found that there were no good positions, but it was okay to make do, so I walked over after thinking about it.

"Where did you come from, junior, don't you know any rules? Is that something you can do?" An old man in black scolded with anger on his face.

Another old man took the words, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Just stand there. Only when someone here succeeds in comprehension can you take over that person's position. This is the rule of Thunder Emperor Valley."

Xiao Chen's body paused slightly, and he said lightly: "Is it true that no one has understood, and I will keep standing."

The one in black who spoke first, closed his eyes and said without looking at Xiao Chen, "That's right, just wait a year or so."

Waiting for a year and a half, what a joke, how could Xiao Chen have so much time, he kept walking, Xiao Chen continued to walk over.

The old man in black suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes burst with light, and said in a cold voice: "Take another step, and you will never be able to go."

Spring Thunder Slash!

Between the sky and the earth, countless snowflakes suddenly floated, and a thunder sounded.

Xiao Chen pulled out the Moon Shadow Knife like lightning, and the power of heaven and earth spread out from the blade, turning into a ray of spring breeze and drifting towards the old man in black.

"Overreaching."

The old man in black sneered at first, not taking it seriously, but when the spring breeze hit, the power of reincarnation of heaven and earth came slowly, and a huge pressure came.

He was a little horrified to find that under the soft spring breeze, he couldn't stand up.

boom!

The spring breeze hit him, and the power of heaven and earth exploded. The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was directly blasted down, falling into the canyon, splashing a few splashes.

call out!

On the peak, all the old men who closed their eyes and meditated opened their eyes. Looking with surprise on his face, the white-robed swordsman holding a long knife and expressionless. ()