The power of the Dragon-Subduing Arhat surged out crazily from Chen Feng's body, constantly breaking these black and yellow stones, turning them into black and yellow power, and absorbing them into the Dragon-Subduing Arhat's bright pearls.
And with the continuous influx of these mysterious and yellow powers, the third Dragon-Subduing Arhat Bright Bead is also getting bigger bit by bit.
It's just that this process of getting bigger is extremely subtle, just like hair strands getting thicker, and it can't even be noticed!
The Xuanhuang Stone was constantly shattering at an extremely fast speed. In the past, these 200,000 pieces of Xuanhuang Stone were enough to make Chen Feng die, and he would not be able to absorb them at all.
But now, to him, these are just trivial matters.
One night passed, and when the sun rose, all these black and yellow stones were broken and absorbed by Chen Feng.
With a bang, dark golden light surged wildly inside his body, forming a curtain of light behind Chen Feng, enveloping him like a glaring King Kong.
The dragon's roars came one after another, and the roar was much louder than before!
After a long time, he opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and showed a wry smile at the corner of his mouth.
"The level of the general outline of the Dragon-Subduing Arhat Manual is too high, and the higher the level, the more difficult it is to increase the power of the dragon."
"Even if I absorb the five hundred thousand black yellow stones, it will only increase the power of five hundred dragons!"
"I used to be able to increase the power of a dragon with just a few pieces of black yellow stone, but now..."
"Now, my dragon power has reached three thousand four hundred and ninety-nine! Moreover, now I am only at the third level of the Dragon-Subduing Arhat Manual. It is unimaginable that I will be able to practice to a further level in the future.
At that time, what a huge amount of black yellow stone will be consumed!"
However, that is all for the future.
Chen Feng put these distracting thoughts behind his mind and stopped thinking about it, with a smile on his face.
"After all, my strength has improved a lot. Now I have reached the power of 3,499 dragons. My strength has been greatly improved."
At this time, Uncle Dao came back from outside, looked at Chen Feng, and said directly: "Young Master, I have already done everything you asked me to do. I went there and checked, and sure enough there are no mistakes."
Uncle Dao smiled and said: "For the life of young mistress, how can this be called trouble?"
To the north of Tianyuan Imperial City, thousands of miles away, is a barren mountain.
This barren mountain is truly desolate. Not only is there no human habitation, there are not many flowers, birds, fish and insects. There are even no trees here.
At first glance, it is just a piece of loess.
A gust of wind comes and the loess sweeps away. Nothing can be grown here.
Not to mention dragons, not even a single fish can survive here.
At this time, somewhere in this barren mountain, a rustling sound kept coming.
The rustling sound was none other than the sound of a long sword piercing the air.
Someone is practicing sword practice here!
It's hard to tell how old this man is, because his face is covered with dirt and he has a big beard that even hides his face.
I don’t know how long it had been since he shaved to end up like this.
His hair is also very long, and it has not been washed for an unknown amount of time. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is unkempt.
He was wearing very tattered clothes, some of which even had holes, exposing the flesh inside. His body was dirty and exuded a strong smell.
But there is one place on his body that is not dirty at all, and that is his hands.
His body is very dirty, but his hands are very clean. It can even be said to be very beautiful.
His hands were as white as jade, without a trace of dust, and there was not even a trace of dirt in his fingernails.
His hand is very slender, strong, and very stable. At this time, he is holding a sword in his hand.
This sword is even more inconsistent with his whole person.
If his people are beggars, that sword is simply like a prince's son.
The sword is three feet long and about two fingers wide. It is like a stream of autumn water. When it shakes, it spreads a wave of tranquility.
This sword doesn't have any special qualities, but it just feels extremely sharp.
It was so sharp that it could break a hair with a blow of wind. This beggar-like man held the sword and suddenly stopped, motionless.
He stayed here for a full hour. During this hour, he was like a sculpture, without even a strand of hair shaking.
And suddenly, an hour later, he moved.
The long sword in his hand suddenly thrust out, and a huge sword light more than a thousand meters long burst out in the air.
The sword thrust out and with a bang, a mountain was chopped into pieces alive.
In the distance, two people were watching this scene. At this time, seeing this sword, they both couldn't help but be horrified!
"It's awesome!" A giant man said with a buzzing voice.
The young man next to him nodded and said: "The most important thing that cannot be ignored is not the power of this sword, but the indomitable attitude contained in this sword."
"It was as if he had poured all his energy and spirit into it, as if after thrusting out this sword, he could die in peace."
"This is the sword of despair!"
Next, the unkempt man fired several more swords.
And every sword is like this.
The young man shook his head and said: "Every sword he strikes is a desperate sword, and he trades his own life for the lives of others. No wonder he is called a sword madman."
The burly man smiled and said: "That's why the entire Tianyuan Imperial City is unwilling to compete with him, even if the strength is far greater than his."
"Because if you win against him, you won't get any benefits. He has nothing special, no power, and he doesn't even have a check."
"And if you lose to him, you will lose your life!"
The boy in white smiled and said: "Isn't this the person we are looking for? Sometimes, his deterrent effect is more effective than his strength."
"If a master of the same mid-level Nine-Star Martial King intercepts three pursuers, the three pursuers will attack without hesitation. But if he is the interceptor, the three pursuers may hesitate for a moment.
time."
"Many times, a moment is enough."
The giant man smiled and said, "That's right."
These two people are naturally Chen Feng and Uncle Dao.
At this time, the madman with the sword had stopped his movements. He did not look back, and his voice was hoarse and low: "Die, or get out!"
The threat of the sword madman cannot be ignored in Tianyuan Imperial City.
