Chapter Four Hundred and Fifty Five: Sword Stance!
He raised his head suddenly, and a brilliant light burst out from his eyes.
Barla!
The old sword head's eyes were firmly fixed on a certain part of the formation. His body swayed, and one hand had already landed on the broken knife at his waist. In an instant, the broken knife was unsheathed, and all that was left of the knife was
He took off the hilt of the knife, but as he pulled it out, his breath surged, and he quickly replenished it.
Draw the knife.
The broken knife is repaired.
He clenched his hands, raised the knife, and chopped it down!
boom!
A blade of light, extremely pure, slashed down directly. The long blade struck the formation, and various streams of light spread rapidly.
next moment.
The broken knife blasted into the formation, and then, with a sudden pull, a crack as high as a person's height opened up.
"Let's go!" Old Dao Tou shouted.
He took the lead, and the broken sword returned to its original state, and was sheathed in an instant. In one step, he had already stepped into the main hall within the formation. Seeing this, the Saint of Thieves and Gu Tianyun marched at the same time as Chu Feng, and they all entered.
in.
When they entered the main hall, the formation was in motion, and it completely healed in just a few breaths.
It was as if nothing had happened.
In the main hall.
Chu Feng looked at Lao Daotou, his eyes flashing with strange light.
Sword power!
At that moment, he saw Lao Daotou take out the sword. Although it was not powerful, it was too precise and sharp. Not only did he find the flaw, but he also succeeded with one blow! That was the sword's force, and it was not an ordinary force.
Already on the verge of transformation!
An old man with extraordinary abilities.
Mastered the ultimate power of the sword!
There is only one step left, and it is very possible to enter the realm of swordsmanship!
You must know that momentum has stopped many geniuses. Any kind of martial arts, boxing, swordsmanship, martial arts, condensing the mind, mastering the artistic conception, and opening up the general trend are extremely difficult. Without peerless talent, it is difficult to succeed.
Many masters of the ninth level of Dongtian also find it difficult to have their own momentum.
And the old knife head.
He is only at the second level of Cave Heaven.
At such an age, martial arts can only reach the second level of Dongtian! It is enough to show that his martial arts qualifications are ordinary, but who would have thought that he could actually master the sword's power, and his own sword's power is already infinitely close to the sword realm!
field.
That is something beyond the general trend!
Only the powerful Hunyuan can master it easily!
This is the most incredible place.
"Are you surprised? I told you that the martial arts aptitudes of the members of my Thieving Sect may be average, but they must all be top-notch in their respective fields!" The Saint of the Stealing Sect seemed to have seen Chu Feng's thoughts.
"Let's go!"
"This formation is not strong. When the powerful forces come, they will not be able to be stopped for long. When the formation is broken, everyone's attention will be drawn to it!"
"We have to leave the hall before this happens!"
It was rare for the old swordsman to speak. He glanced at Chu Feng, pondered for a moment, and his hoarse voice came again, "My attainments in the art of swords are not high, and my understanding and qualifications are not very good, but
, I only have the sword in my heart, no matter the formation or the enemy, I only have the sword in my heart, and there is only the sword in my eyes. What I think is where the sword is going, and what I think is what the sword is thinking about!"
"So my knife can be stronger, faster, and more accurate!"
"I don't know what sword power is, but naturally, it becomes power!"
After the old swordsman finished speaking, he walked directly towards the depths of the hall.
"I only have a sword, and I don't know the power. Because I am focused, it is stronger?" Chu Feng thought thoughtfully.
After a while.
He shook his head and stopped thinking. He followed Lao Daotou and the other three people and went deep into the main hall. This was the center of the tomb. The hall was very old and vicissitudes of life, but strangely, there were no traces of the war.
even.
After sixteen years, apart from the accumulation of time, it is actually completely brand new inside.
"I feel that this hall does not look like the palace of a Hunyuan warrior. On the contrary, I feel that it was specially refined by King Zhantian before his death!"
"But why would a dying king spend so much material to build a palace? Just to be buried with him?"
Chu Feng was puzzled.
This hall is really brand new, and there are no traces of use in its interior layout and structure.
"I can't say for sure. He is the King of Heaven after all. What he is thinking is beyond our imagination!"
"He has his own pride. Even if he dies, he still wants to protect his honor. This is very common!"
The gate-stealing saint spoke.
When Chu Feng heard this, he remained silent. He always felt that something was wrong.
And this time.
Buzz!
The main hall shook. From the depths of the hall, waves of ultimate aura were transmitted, causing the shaking hall to tremble.
This wave of air is very powerful.
It broke through the formation and passed out.
Even hundreds of miles away, you can clearly feel the ultimate energy coming from this place!
It is like the most precious treasure of the royal way, and also like the most powerful coercion!
A moment.
From everywhere in the tomb, the eyes of all the powerful men were looking in this direction.
"Imperial pressure?"
"Or is it the energy of a treasure?"
"The signal coming from that direction is very strong. King Zhantian should be dead. So, this is the treasure he left behind. He was unwilling to remain silent. He sensed that a strong person was entering, so he revived and is eager to leave?"