"Mu Feng! Have you realized the difficulty of killing?
Unless you can fall into the desperate situation I was in, it will be very difficult to realize this artistic conception!"
Yan Yuhuan turned around, looked at Mu Feng who was standing up, and persuaded him earnestly.
Mu Feng nodded. It was indeed difficult to comprehend the artistic conception of killing. It was much more difficult than the ten artistic conception wings he carried, and even more difficult than the morning sun, sunset, and clouds and rain.
But Mu Feng's eyes were filled with excitement because he had touched the threshold of the artistic conception of killing.
"Old Yan! You use your killing intent to attack me!"
Mu Feng suddenly spoke.
Yan Yuhuan frowned slightly, knowing that Mu Feng had not given up. He did not say anything to persuade him, but jumped up, and the murderous intent in his eyes surged out like real substance.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Yan Yuhuan shouted loudly, and blood-colored murderous aura rose into the sky, dyeing the entire upper part of the mansion blood-red, and he rushed towards Mu Feng like a bloody stream of light.
Mu Feng did not dare to be careless, so he took out the Wanren Broken Tooth Sword and used mysterious sword skills to face him.
Bang bang bang! The two fought together in an instant, the spiritual essence collided with the spiritual essence, the spiritual soldiers clashed with the spiritual soldiers, and the artistic conception collided with the artistic conception.
However, both of them were very restrained, and the impact of the collision of the Earth Spirit Yuan was not great, and not a single flower or tree in the courtyard was damaged.
After all, both of them are truly strong men. Their control of their spiritual energy has reached a very fine level, so they can naturally do it without damaging the surrounding environment during the fight.
Of course, the premise is that the two are competing. If they were fighting to the death, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to achieve such harmony.
Half an hour later, the two figures in the air separated as soon as they touched each other. Mu Feng slowly landed on the ground and closed his eyes.
Yan Yuhuan fell on the other side, secretly shocked in his heart: "Although this kid didn't use the power of will, the power of the fourteen artistic conceptions is also terrifying. My killing artistic conception, gun artistic conception and thunder artistic conception can't
Suppressed, or even put at a disadvantage."
Ever since the Six Counties War, although Yan Yuhuan had known for a long time that Mu Feng had mastered the power of the fourteen artistic conceptions, he had never had a real fight with him after all.
Now after some discussion, Yan Yuhuan understands how terrifying the power of the fourteen artistic conceptions bursting out at the same time is, and that even his murderous artistic conception cannot be suppressed.
"Senior Yan! Do you think Mu Feng can successfully realize the artistic conception of killing?"
Fu Yuer came over holding Fu Yixue's hand and asked curiously.
Yan Yuhuan said proudly: "I'm afraid it's very difficult! This artistic conception of killing is not an ordinary artistic conception. Although Mu Feng's talent is very powerful, it is difficult, very difficult to realize it, and it is even more difficult..." Yan Yu
As soon as Huan finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of thunder and explosion in the courtyard. Immediately, the originally peaceful courtyard was instantly filled with terrible murderous aura, making people tremble with fear.
"kindness?
This... this is the artistic conception of killing..." Yan Yuhuan was stunned, turned around stiffly, and found that Mu Feng, who had originally closed his eyes, had opened his eyes.
His dark eyes were completely replaced by blood red, and streams of blood murderous aura spurted out from the acupoints in his body, covering the entire courtyard, as if it had turned into a blood field of Shura.
"Senior Yan! Didn't you say that it is extremely difficult for Mu Feng to realize the artistic conception of killing?
Why doesn’t it seem difficult to look at him like this?”
Fu Yixue said in surprise.
Yan Yuhuan blushed and coughed dryly: "I was mistaken! Mu Feng is indeed a genius, he actually realized the killing concept in such a short time! But the main reason is that I taught him well, otherwise he would
You may never realize the artistic conception of killing for the rest of your life!"
Fu Yu'er and Fu Yixue looked at each other, pursed their lips slightly, and suppressed their smiles, but they didn't say anything else.
"Kill all living beings!"
The moment he realized the idea of killing, Mu Feng held his right hand in the air, and a bloody spiritual sword appeared in his palm. Then he began to perform the three major moves of the killing chapter of "The Supreme Killing Sword".
As soon as the sword came out, the blood-colored murderous aura was rolling like wind and clouds, changing in a thousand ways with Mu Feng's body shape.
The originally peaceful courtyard suddenly became cold and dangerous, with waves of murderous aura constantly intertwining and spinning, forming a terrifying strangulation force that wanted to crush everything in its path into powder.
Kakaka! I saw that the pavilions, rockeries, pavilions, flowers, plants, trees, etc. in the courtyard were all crushed to pieces by the terrifying murderous aura around them.
Yan Yuhuan's expression changed slightly, he waved his sleeves and led Fu Yu'er and Fu Yixue out of the courtyard.
Rumble! The moment the three people left the courtyard, the huge courtyard pavilion collapsed completely with a rumble and turned into ruins.
"Meow! Oh my god! It hurts Master Cat to death. What are these?"
The moment the courtyard was reduced to rubble, a black shadow emerged from the corner of the courtyard and quickly landed not far from Yan Yuhuan and the other three.
They looked and were shocked to find that the black shadow was a stray cat, but now this stray cat was very miserable. Almost 70% of its shiny hair had been shaved off, leaving only the top of its head and some hair on its tail.
.
From a distance, this stray cat, which was originally a bit fat, looks a lot thinner because it has lost its hair.
Xiao Sang looked at the remaining hair on its body and felt like crying. It had provoked someone. It was just sleeping in the courtyard. Why did it become like this?
"My cat master is no longer alive. How can I fuck with those female cats when I go out naked in the future? Wow, my heroic appearance has been ruined!"
Xiao Sang was so sad that she hugged her eyes with her paws, lay on the ground and cried loudly. The cry was so heartbreaking for those who heard it and made her cry for those who heard it.
In the courtyard, Mu Feng woke up from his realization and was stunned when he saw the ruins around him.
"Mr. Yan, Aunt Yu'er, Yi Xue, are you okay?"
Mu Feng stepped on the sole of his foot and appeared outside the courtyard. When he saw Yan Yuhuan and the others, he said apologetically.
After he realized the killing intention just now, he started to practice the "Tai Shang Killing Sword" on a whim. He did not expect that the power of the killing intention combined with the Tai Shang Killing Sword would become so much stronger.
He wanted to control the power, but found it difficult, and eventually destroyed his courtyard and attic.
However, Mu Feng was extremely excited. He knew that the "Supreme Killing Sword" and the artistic conception of killing were a perfect match.
This is just the artistic conception of killing. If he realizes the will to kill based on the artistic conception of killing, he will be able to exert a more powerful power of this sword technique.
"Master! Help me, is there any way to make my hair grow back quickly?"
There was a whooshing sound, and a black shadow quickly rushed over. A pair of small paws hugged Mu Feng's right leg, where he kept wailing.
"Are you...Xiao Sang?"
Mu Feng looked at some kind of naked strange creature holding his right leg, and reluctantly recognized that this thing seemed to be Xiao Sang.
"How did you become like this?"
Mu Feng asked in surprise.
Xiao Sang was about to cry but had no tears. He wanted to complain, but when he thought that the initiator of all this was Mu Feng, he swallowed his complaints and said: "It's okay! It's just that it's too hot. I gave him the hair myself."
Shaved."
"Mu Feng! It's incredible, you actually realized the idea of killing like this?"
Yan Yuhuan looked Mu Feng up and down and exclaimed in disbelief.
In just less than a day, Mu Feng successfully realized the idea of killing. This is too abnormal! "It's just luck!"
Mu Feng smiled slightly, but was not surprised. This was not the first time he came into contact with the artistic conception of killing. He had been present in many of Yan Yuhuan's battles, and he already had a certain understanding of the artistic conception of killing.
Now that Yan Yuhuan taught by words and deeds, and explained his own insights, Mu Feng combined with the countless life and death battles in his previous life, and finally realized the artistic conception of killing in one fell swoop.