There is a heavy rain outside the window, but inside the house is quiet and peaceful, with a faint fragrance surging. A child wearing a brocade robe, with a ruddy complexion and a fair complexion. Although his face is immature, he already shows a somewhat handsome and heroic look, holding a book.
He seems to be concentrating on reading.
It's a pity that Feng Bingwen was just pretending to fool the old man. Most of his attention was focused on his dragon general's appearance, so much so that he even ignored some daring little flower spirits who grabbed his hair and played on the swing.
Already.
Bang!
Suddenly, a clear crashing sound suddenly sounded in the room, and Feng Bingwen, who was all focused on Long Jun's crossing the river, suddenly woke up and came back to his senses.
He first shook off all the flower spirits and wood spirits that crawled on him, and rewarded those flower spirits that grabbed his hair and swayed with their heads. After the pain made them cry, he stood up and looked at the sound.
The transmitted location.
He saw an exquisite little tower that fell onto the inkstone on his desk, smashing into pieces the famous inkstone that his father was said to have spent a lot of money to buy as a gift to him.
"..."
Feng Bingwen pursed his lips, stepped forward, and picked up the simple little tower. At the same moment, his mind felt something, and the Book of Heaven appeared, and he opened the pages with a clatter.
The sword tower broke through the void, and the good deeds amounted to five thousand and one thousand.
"Is this a magic weapon worth fifty thousand good deeds?"
Feng Bingwen looked at the stone tower in his hand, with a very subtle expression on his face.
Compared with the divine weapon that previously pierced the sky and caused huge phenomena, the way this small tower appeared was really unpretentious, that is, it was a little sudden, and then there was nothing special about it - oh, it made him lose money.
Already.
"Can you instantly kill a roc? Even though it's a magical thing, it seems too ordinary."
Feng Bingwen was playing with this small tower. This tower was really exquisite. It was only one foot three inches tall and had twelve floors. Each floor had nine seemingly minute carvings on it.
However, at the next moment, I don't know if it was stimulated by Feng Bingwen's muttering voice, but this simple-looking little tower suddenly burst out with a dazzling blood light.
The group of little flower spirits in the room were immediately frightened and screamed, but Feng Bingwen did not avoid it. His eyes seemed to be glued to the tower, staring at the mysterious little tower.
In a daze, Feng Bingwen felt that his consciousness was being sucked into the small tower. The clones of the gods who followed Long Jun were all affected by this and had to stop.
"What is this place?"
At this time, Feng Bingwen was extremely surprised. He found that he was in a vast world between heaven and earth.
The bright moon hangs high, the stars are bright, the mountains are continuous, and the valleys are rushing. However, among the mountains and rivers, there are countless terrifying figures of great demons, turning into actual demonic auras and rising into the sky, converging into many strange and strange shapes in the air.
Another hideous and terrifying shadow.
This place is clearly the domain of a demon clan, and the scene in front of us is clearly the gathering of big demons, making preparations for a certain battle that is about to begin.
Zheng!
Feng Bingwen looked at everything in front of him like an outsider. In the landscape that gave him a sense of reality, a hundred thousand demons trembled in unison at the sound of a sword coming from the nine heavens.
The next moment, scarlet sword energy fell to the ground like stars.
Then Feng Bingwen understood why these big monsters who had gathered into an army were afraid of the sound of swords.
No matter how ferocious, majestic, or ferocious the monster body is, once it touches the scarlet sword energy, it will only end up with the same end - being torn apart, chopped open, and chopped into pieces, without the ability to resist.
Silently, a huge torrent poured into Feng Bingwen's sea of consciousness. Feng Bingwen immediately understood what the name of the magical sword power in front of him was!
The Demon-Destroying Sword Technique, the first form, splits ten thousand demons!
After practicing this style, the power displayed was like this before his eyes. Even if there were thousands of demons gathering and roaring, he could kill them with one sword, split the demon's body and turn it into flesh and blood all over the ground.
"Hiss~"
Severe pain came from the center of his eyebrows, and Feng Bingwen couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. The Shura Field paved with the corpses of ten thousand demons suddenly shattered in front of him, and a room full of warmth appeared in front of him.
In the corner of Feng Bingwen's eyes, he could see several little flower spirits hiding in the corners of his room, poking their heads and looking at him with worried eyes.
However, Feng Bingwen did not have the energy to comfort them at this time. He stretched out his hand to rub the center of his eyebrows where he felt bursts of swelling and pain, trying to digest the huge amount of knowledge in his mind.
Demon-Destroying Sword Art, the first form. Feng Bingwen only got the training method of this form.
Because he can only bear so much now. It's not because he is weak, nor because he hasn't started practicing yet. His soul is now so strong that he can control a Dharma image and wander around.
In fact, this sword move is too complicated and complicated.
Splitting Ten Thousand Demons sounds like a majestic and overbearing sword move, but in fact, even Feng Bingwen felt at this time that there might not be many exquisite moves in the world that can surpass this move.
It’s sword art.
The prerequisite for practicing this first method of destroying demons is to be familiar with the weak points of the lifeblood of thousands of demons, and to dismember the demons with the smallest strength like a butcher dismembering an ox.
Disintegrating ten thousand monsters means dismembering ten thousand monsters at the same time. It looks majestic and domineering, but in fact it is subtle. If you want to use this move, you must not only reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship, but also must kill enough monsters and have a very good understanding of the monster's body.
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"Which evil god created this Demon-Destroying Sword Technique?"
Feng Bingwen only roughly digested this sword technique and couldn't help but muttered.
In this sword technique, the murderous intention directed at the demon clan is almost suffocating. It is completely unconcealed. Just the first sword technique is so ferocious that it kills monsters to the extent that it can dismember the opponent with just one sword. What a shame.
Horrible? How many people must be killed to create such a sword technique?
Zheng~
The small tower in Feng Bingwen's hand trembled slightly. Feng Bingwen subconsciously let go of his hands and saw a blood-red sword light surging in the small tower. The invisible killing intent made Feng Bingwen
The flower demon hiding in the study escaped completely and did not dare to stay at all.
And in an instant, Feng Bingwen suddenly felt that he had established a connection with the small tower in front of him, which seemed to be because he had received the inheritance of the sword technique.
"How could it be..."
As soon as he established contact and learned the basic situation of this small tower, Feng Bingwen suddenly changed his color. The next moment, his expression changed again because he felt the shocking change coming from the Dharma image. He quickly sat down cross-legged,
My mind was immersed in the red armored dragon general.
"That bastard bird, how dare it?"
The Dragon General, who was six feet tall, stood up against the violent wind and rain. Although he was distracted for a moment due to changes in his body, his appearance did not follow the Dragon Lord too much and was still behind him.
It was precisely because of this that he happened to be able to see a golden light rising on the left side in front of Long Jun. Within the golden light rising from the vast mountains, a figure of a fierce bird could be vaguely seen, accompanied by a golden light rising from the vast mountains.
This unruly cry echoed under the thunder clouds, and many monks and gods who joined in the fun were stunned and had the same doubts.
"How dare you?"
Not to mention Xuanting Suicune, who has a real dragon as his father, even an ordinary Suicune who transforms into a dragon through water, is not without the ability to fight back even when faced with the oppression of a great calamity, and will even explode under the pressure of a life and death crisis.
Demonstrating combat power beyond the norm.
Xuanting Shuijun was not idle. Because of his father, a group of dragons took the initiative to protect him. There were not a few old dragons among them. This was a force that even the most prosperous dynasty of the human race was not willing to easily provoke.
But soon, the ensuing changes made the onlookers understand why the golden-winged roc dared to collide with Xuanting Dragon Lord under the protection of hundreds of dragons.
The two old dragons who were protecting the Xuanting Dragon Lord, the moment the golden light appeared, they carried the wind and clouds and flew over. This was for the sake of conservatism, otherwise one dragon would be enough to deal with this roc who did not know whether to live or die.
bird.
cracking--
However, with another cry, a ray of golden light erupted from the bird's body, instantly infecting half of the sky, and the thick calamity clouds were directly torn apart, and it was so vast that it seemed to reach into the sky.
Golden light surges.
The next moment, in the horrified gaze of the old dragon who took the initiative to meet him, the infinite golden light formed a towering Dharma form that seemed to be able to cover the sky with its golden wings.
Golden-winged roc!
Seeing the image of the Peng bird torn apart the calamity cloud and standing on the broken cloud, all the monks and warriors who saw this scene, whether they were demons, monsters, or even the gods of mountains and rivers, all understood what kind of existence this was manifesting at this moment.
, to prevent Xuanting Longjun from becoming a Taoist.
The wind stopped, and even the rain stopped falling. There were only the tribulation clouds surging above Long Lord and the rumbling sound of thunder. Apart from that, everything stood still in front of the roc.
Can't move.
There was no cry that shook the nine heavens, and there was no overwhelming pressure. The apparently illusory golden roc stood there, and the world became centered on him, and everything moved according to his will.
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Pity!
The numerous demons and demons surrounding the Dragon Lord were so weird that the monks and gods had no time to marvel. They only saw the roc hanging its head and looking at the group of dragons protecting the Dragon Lord. The regret in its eyes actually made people hundreds of people away from it.
Feng Bingwen, who was miles away, could feel his regret.
It was a kind of regret that the delicious food was in front of him, but he couldn't eat it to his heart's content. The arrogance and arrogance in it made the dragon king who was going through the tribulation let out an angry dragon roar.
hold head high--
The purple dragon, which was only half a step away from the true dragon, leapt up, stirred up hundreds of millions of hectares of river water, covered the sky, and pounced towards the penguin.
What is needed to transform into a dragon through water is to work hard and move forward with momentum. If there is any hesitation in the middle, all the previous efforts will be wasted. It can range from broken bones and tendons, the dragon's body is completely destroyed, or in serious cases, it will directly lead to death, and there will be no chance to come back again.