Ling Feng casually wiped his oily mouth with his sleeve, "Have you eaten?"
Because... thinking of this, he sighed heavily again.
"Well!" Ling Feng nodded with satisfaction, indicating that he was very satisfied, and Xue Sha was floating in the air. "Now that you are full, let's start today's task. Use your mysterious energy to use your sword skills to cut off the waterfall."
"What!?"
Ling Feng looked at Xue Sha in disbelief and said, "I haven't even expanded my spiritual palace yet. How can I have enough profound energy to use my sword skills?"
"I don't care, it's up to you," Xue Sha said nonchalantly, and then turned around and disappeared. But at the same time, the waterfall like the Milky Way was divided into two parts. The cut was extremely smooth, and the water flow stagnated in mid-air for an instant.
Then it crashed down suddenly.
The huge waves surrounded Ling Feng like a spirit. He looked up at the dome of the lake above his head and murmured: "Revenge, proper revenge."
A few seconds later, the water dome fell all over and Ling Feng was submerged in it. A few minutes later, Ling Feng was sitting cross-legged, soaked all over, with water dripping from his red hair. He stood up unconvinced, and a hand suddenly appeared in his hand.
Holding a long sword and looking at the raging waterfall above his head, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "You're done."
…
In the quiet Qingxuan Mountains, monsters hide in them, waiting for prey to open their mouths and swallow them. On a lake somewhere, a figure keeps waving a long sword in his hand, constantly blooming red sword lights and slashing towards the waterfall.
, but as calm as a needle dropped into the sea.
"Three thousand falling leaves are floating!"
"..."
"Three thousand fallen leaves are floating!"
"..."
"Falling leaves!"
"..."
Ling Feng kept waving the iron sword, and after a few minutes, he stabbed the sword hard into the stone. He lay on the cold stone with a big "snap" sound, his chest kept rising and falling, and heat spurted out from his nostrils.
After resting for a while, Ling Feng stood up again and used Xuan Qi to evaporate the water on his body. For more than three hours, he had used various methods, but he could not really cut off the waterfall. He could only chop out countless snowflakes, and the power
It cannot be condensed into one point.
At this time, Xue Sha floated out again and said leisurely: "Stupid, if I ask you to use that sword technique, you won't even change it. It depends on the state of the opponent. Control your strength at one point, and your sword technique won't be the same."
Changed again?”
Hearing this, Ling Fengjun's face turned red, and he said sheepishly: "Isn't that what I'm doing, I'm just following His Majesty's will." Xue Sha smiled noncommittally and stood aside to look at him.
Feeling the "hot" gaze of the blood killer, Ling Feng thought to himself, "We can't embarrass our Thirteenth Young Master." Then he focused his attention on his eyes, holding the long sword diagonally with one hand and pointing it at the ground, without hearing the roar of the beast in his ears.
The eagle crows, but there is no white water in sight, only a river falling from the sky flowing slowly, and the convex rocks hitting the cliff fall down again.
Every time it hits the rocks, there will be a gap in the river, and the clear water splashes on his face, but he doesn't feel the slightest. Time will always pass very slowly at certain times...
In the quiet world, an ethereal voice suddenly echoed, accompanied by a shocking sword light that traversed the world.
"Three thousand, fallen leaves are falling!"
In those billions of seconds, the long sword in Ling Feng's hand was slashed out. The wristband moved it, and the hand moved the meridians, and finally activated the spirit palace, and all the profound energy in the body gathered in the sword.
One sword conquers the world!
The surging water dragon was cut off from the middle again, but this only lasted less than a second before it returned to its original state. At the same time, the stainless steel sword in Ling Feng's hand exploded into countless iron filings and shot into the lake. There was a splash of water all around.
There were even splashes of blood in some places.
With a proud smile on his face, he looked up at Xue Sha. There was still surprise on Xue Sha's face. The moment just now was too fast. If he was not in this form, he might not be able to see Ling Feng's movements clearly.
Seeing the boy's face, Xue Sha shook his head and said: "There is energy but no soul." After criticizing, he said: "But with your current state, you can live up to your title of Thirteenth Young Master. Next, I will
I’ll teach you the Seven Swordsmanship, and it’s enough to practice this sword.”
Ling Feng's heart moved secretly, Seven Swords! He looked at the translucent figure with burning eyes. He had never been sure, and now was the time to make sure.
The bloody figure disappeared and reappeared in front of the waterfall. Then red air waves continued to pour out from his body, and the sky and the earth within a radius of a hundred miles were enveloped in red mysterious energy.
No matter how many centuries and thousands of monsters looked at this place, they would tremble uncontrollably. They lowered their proud heads to this place, and the eagles and birds flew down from the sky, put away their unruly feather flames, and waited respectfully.
A vortex slowly condensed in the bloody sky, and it continued to condense. A huge long sword was inserted behind Xue Sha, getting smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a long bloody sword as long as the body.
The blood is flowing at the edge of the sword, the blade is flowing like blood, the hilt is dazzling all over, and the various lights are constantly changing, but the most shocking thing is that as the color changes, the mood will also change, including joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
, resentment, panic, fear, trembling, despair and all kinds of emotions make people uneasy.
This holy sword floated in front of Xue Sha. Xue Sha held it in his big hand. His eyes looked softly at the sword that had followed him all his life. Endless murderous intent suddenly bloomed in his eyes, and two water holes suddenly exploded in the waterfall.
"This sword should be used to take the world as its own responsibility, to split the sky with other worlds, and to be the leader in troubled times!"
This voice seemed to be transmitted into everyone's soul. Hundreds of millions of people on the mainland raised their heads at the same time and couldn't help but look at the same place. They didn't know why they did this, but they felt that they needed to do this.
East, top of the sun
Three old men looked at this place. Six pairs of divine eyes seemed to pierce through the heaven and earth. In their eyes, there was a red light in the distance. One of the old men with purple hair snorted coldly and turned away with a livid face. The man had left, but there was a strange sound.
But it lingered for a long time.
"Dead but not stiff!"
The remaining two people looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed.
…
At this moment, Xue Sha held his head high and his chest high, looking towards the east, as if he was confronting someone. The red holy light surrounded his body, and he grabbed the bright holy sword in his hand and struck towards the east.
"One sword causes chaos in the sky!"
A terrifying scene suddenly appeared. I saw that the waterfall was actually hanging in the air at this moment. The long galaxy-like waterfall was spinning crazily in the sky like a drill, and the water waves collided with each other and made a clanking sound like iron.
The flesh, blood and bones of the monsters in the water were torn apart inch by inch and merged into the water. The water flow was actually transformed into a giant sword, a thousand-meter-long giant sword.
Blood Kill held his sword like a chop, and the giant swords in the sky moved together. Then the whole world moved together, wind and thunder moved together, and one sword slashed towards the east, the space shattered, and time stopped.
In the distant secret land of the East, countless figures flash, the divine pavilions are covered with brocades, the fairy mist rises, and a sudden madness
The wind picked up, and a black crack thousands of feet wide appeared in the sky. Thunder rolled through it, and purple light shuttled through it. A giant sword appeared and struck down with one sword. The sky was divided into two. The stars were clearly visible, and the sunlight was blocked by the sword light.
, the holy land here becomes extremely dark.
Under the strong pressure, countless disciples were overwhelmed and fell to the ground unable to move. Their backs were like mountains, and their eyes looked at the scene of world destruction above them with fear.
"presumptuous!"
A roar rang out from the sky and the earth, and the voice came from afar. A man suddenly appeared under the giant sword. He grabbed the sword with one hand. His purple hair was flying wildly. His robes were rustling. He was small under the giant sword.
Like an ant, the sky thunder struck his face and hands, but there was no damage at all, only lightning flashed out.
The old man tightened his fingers, and the edge of the sword he grabbed cracked into pieces. In the blink of an eye, the giant sword was covered with dense cracks, and veins popped up on the old man's forehead. Obviously, it was not as easy as it seemed.
The purple light all over his body became stronger and stronger, and countless thunderbolts crashed into his body uncontrollably. As more and more thunderbolts entered his body, purple-gold lightning appeared all over the old man's body, and the space was melted by the lightning.
, the surroundings were empty.
"The dignity of the family cannot be shaken by you alone. This is the heritage of the family for thousands of years. You can't do it alone!"
The old man opened his mouth and roared. As he spoke, thunder light shot out from his mouth, and his eyes also bloomed with thunder light. Like the thunder god between heaven and earth, the thunder light poured into every gap of the giant sword from the old man's five fingers.
The original thousand-meter giant sword was extremely bright at this moment, with golden light shining on the world. Then the sword edge slowly turned to point at the crack in the void. The old man appeared ghostly at the hilt of the sword, and punched out, and a thousand-meter-large fist appeared in the sky.
Towards the hilt of the sword, the originally shattered space finally collapsed and exploded like fragments.
Countless voids flowed around, and everything they passed disappeared strangely. The tree crowns disappeared, and the cuts were extremely smooth. Their heads fell to the ground, and their bodies disappeared. Two more old people appeared in the sky. They raised their palms, and some kind of wave came from their hands.
I saw that the cracks in the sky slowly converged and healed inch by inch.
The power of the wind and waves gradually disappeared, and the original holy land was in a mess. The disciples stood up with lingering fear, trembling, but only those with high strength could still talk.
Just when they thought everything was fine, the crack actually opened again. Bloodstained in the distant Qingxuan Mountains turned a blind eye to the thunder sword that ripped through the sky, and once again took the holy sword and slashed towards the east.
"Two Swords Honghuangqi!"
When the sword was swung down, the ancient aura filled the surroundings. There was no monstrous sword intent or world-shattering power, but only the prosperity of the ancient times. One after another of prehistoric beasts roared in the sky, and the Qingxuan Mountains
The monster beast couldn't help but tremble and tremble, which was the throbbing of its blood and instinctive fear and fear.
Among these illusory beasts, there is another ferocious beast that attracts the most attention. Xu, who is golden all over, is thousands of feet tall, has two eyes, four claws, six wings and eight souls. He is fluttering his golden hair. From time to time, groups of flames fall down, igniting the trees in the Qingxuan Mountains.
, but did not burn.
Because those flames would immediately turn into ashes as soon as they touched objects, those illusory ancient beasts seemed to be alive and stayed away from Xu, for fear that they would kill him.
Xu slowly started to run, and all the beasts followed him and started to gallop in the air. Fat Yi flew past the thunder sword in an instant, not caring about the thunder and lightning surrounding him, and all the beasts followed him without fear.
The hooves stepped down in the air, and depressions appeared in the air, as if the space had been stepped on heavily, bypassing the thunder sword and running towards the darkness of nothingness.