The mysterious woman glanced at the spiritual sword in Lin Feng's hand with interest, stretched out her hand, and the spiritual sword flew towards her.
However, Lin Feng found that the spiritual sword in his hand flew into the hands of the mysterious woman without any resistance.
Is this still the sword that I have been using for so long? It has no emotion or spirituality at all. It just goes away. What a scumbag sword!
However, Lin Feng just complained in his heart. He also knew that his spiritual sword did not have any weapon spirit at present.
If a weapon spirit is to be born, it must at least be a high-grade mysterious weapon. However, this is an improvement in quality. Without the treasures of heaven and earth, it is undoubtedly a dream.
The sword in Lin Feng's hand was only a low-grade spiritual weapon and was still far from being a birth weapon. However, he knew that his sword was kidnapped and he still wanted to complain about it.
The mysterious woman summoned the spirit sword and played with it casually. The spirit sword kept changing its shape in the hands of the mysterious woman.
Each sword danced out naturally, free and easy, but Lin Feng could see that even if the spiritual sword at this moment did not contain any vitality, it could still produce huge power.
Not to mention that when the mysterious woman dances the spiritual sword, there is a special charm in it. Lin Feng is a sword practitioner, and he is mesmerized by it.
A set of sword skills danced in the hands of the mysterious woman. The mysterious woman put away her sword and stood up. Lin Feng came back to his senses and felt that he was slowly forgetting those sword moves just now.
The mysterious woman said: "Oh, don't forget it. You can't understand the sword moves just now. I just practiced them on a whim. It's up to you how much you can absorb. But I didn't expect this spiritual weapon.
If you can continue to improve your quality, you still have some ability."
After saying this, the mysterious woman seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly pointed her finger at the spiritual sword, and a very fine line of snow rushed into the spiritual sword.
And the spiritual sword started to tremble slightly after this line of snow rushed in.
The tremors continued to intensify, and impurities continued to be discharged from the blade of the spirit sword. However, the impurities were like ink, dripping on the ground, seeping into the earth and then disappearing.
A quarter of an hour later, as the last drop of ink was discharged, the spirit sword seemed to be reborn, and a frosty white light bloomed from the sword.
This ray of light seemed to break through the clouds, and the sound of the sword resounded throughout the entire world.
When the sound of the sword subsided and the light dissipated, the spiritual sword in the mysterious woman's hand revealed its current appearance.
The entire sword is three feet long, which is shorter than before, but it looks sharper.
At this time, the tip of the spirit sword was still trembling slightly, making a gentle roar of a dragon. There were actually a few lines on the sword that looked like cracked ice, which was really beautiful.
These lines are completely natural, and the entire spiritual sword exudes an aura of agility.
Roads of cold air slowly seeped out from the spiritual sword, and Lin Feng was amazed to see it.
After doing all this, the mysterious woman casually threw the spirit sword back to Lin Feng. "Okay, I have improved the quality of this sword a little. You have practiced the first move of the Killing Sword Technique, Sword Breaking the Frost Sky, to a small degree. This is considered a blessing."
It's your reward. Now this sword should have a name, think about what it should be called."
"Thank you, senior." Lin Feng took it and found the looming snowflake mark. He stared at it for a while, and he couldn't help but start to guess who the mysterious woman was.
To what extent had her cultivation level reached, she had just managed to improve the quality of this spiritual sword by a few points.
This is an operation that even weapon refiners may not be able to perform.
Lin Feng was right about this. If those masters of weapon refining saw what the mysterious woman did, they would probably be so shocked that their jaws dropped.
There is no alchemy furnace for refining, nor any auxiliary equipment. The quality of this spiritual sword can be improved simply by hand. This is almost a miracle.
Lin Feng pondered for a while and said: "The first sword move of the Killing Sword Technique is called Sword Breaking the Frost Sky, and this is my first sword, so why not call it Ling Shuang, a sword that towers over the wind and snow.
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"Lingshuang sword?" The mysterious woman thought for a moment, nodded and said, "It's not bad, then let's call it Lingshuang."
At this moment, Lingshuang Sword suddenly made a clear sword cry, which seemed to be responding to the mysterious woman's words.
The mysterious woman chuckled lightly and said to Lingshuangjian: "Haha, you are satisfied. Lingshuangjian follows your master well."
Lin Feng looked at the Lingshuang Sword in his hand, touched it gently, and said, "Then please give me more advice, Lingshuang Sword."
It's just that this time the sword cry from the Lingshuang Sword was obviously smaller, which made Lin Feng's face darken. What kind of sword is this?
After doing all this, the mysterious woman moved lightly and walked to the pit of more than ten feet that Lin Feng had blasted. She squatted down and stretched out her slender white right hand, and gently twisted it above the pit.
Then a transparent sword energy was pinched between her two fingers. The mysterious woman looked at the transparent sword energy and said: "So that's it. You can actually comprehend the spirit of sword concentration. No wonder I was woken up and was able to gather energy."
I have learned this mental concentration sword technique, but my talent is quite acceptable."
Lin Feng's heart moved, and he came to the mysterious woman and asked: "Senior, do you know this kind of sword technique? As soon as I used this sword, I felt dizzy for no reason, but my true energy was not lost at all.
why is that?"
Lin Feng saw that the mysterious woman still held the transparent sword energy in her hand, and the transparent sword energy gave him a faint sense of threat.
It seems that if he is hit by this sword, he will be seriously injured. This is a sword cultivator's intuition.
The mysterious woman stood up and said, "Okay, don't call me old by calling you old. I'm just a few thousand years older than you."
How many...thousands of years old? Lin Feng was immediately speechless. This must be a figure from which period. If it is true, I am afraid it must be traced back to the previous period.
However, Lin Feng did not dare to say it out loud and could only nod in agreement.
The mysterious woman smoothed the deep pit on the ground casually, glanced at the transparent sword energy in her hand, her expression seemed to be reminiscing about something, and after a long while she continued: "My name is Piaoxu, Nangong Piaoxu, from now on you can call me Piaoxu.
The catkins are good."
Lin Feng wrote down the name Nangong Piaoxu, and felt that the woman in front of him should have such a name, gentle and beautiful.
Piaoxu.
Suddenly a snowflake floated from the side, Lin Feng was stunned, where did the snowflake come from?
Then one, two, and a series of snowflakes appeared in front of my eyes.
When Lin Feng came back to his senses, he saw a sky full of wind and snow, and in a vast white field, there was only this pure white wind and snow, and all the colors in the world were covered by this white frost.
The wind and snow were boundless, and Lin Feng seemed to be trapped by this world. He walked forward and backward, but there were only snowflakes. It seemed that there was only snow in this world.
I don’t know how long it took, but a black spot appeared on the horizon in the distance, and the black spot slowly expanded in my eyes.
Lin Feng saw a woman walking in the snow, wearing a black dress, black hair, bare feet, and a smile on her face. It was Nangong Piaoxu.
At this time, Nangong Piaoxu seems to be younger, not in terms of appearance, but in terms of temperament. She looks a bit greener, but also more beautiful.
Even the snowflakes all over the sky couldn't cover up her color. She was wearing a black dress, slowly fluttering in the snow. There was only this black, pure and beautiful black gem in the world.
Nangong Piaoxu walked up to Lin Feng and took his hand before he could speak: "You finally came to Shengxue Tianshan to find me, Lin..."
The next moment, all the scenes in front of Lin Feng froze, and the entire wind and snow between heaven and earth seemed to have stopped.
Lin Feng was stunned and looked at Nangong Piaoxu, who was still smiling in front of him, with some doubts.
"Alas..." Lin Feng sighed leisurely, as if the world was sighing together, and then he saw another figure walking from a distance.
As a result, when I took a closer look, I discovered that it was Nangong Piaoxu again.
Lin Feng suddenly felt confused. He looked at the Nangong Piaoxu who was holding his hand, and then looked at the Nangong Piaoxu who was holding him in front of him and asked: "Piaoxu, what is going on? Why are there two of you?"
Nangong Piaoxu's cold face was in sharp contrast to Nangong Piaoxu who was holding Lin Feng's hand. She stretched out her hand to pull Lin Feng away.
But he didn't expect that Nangong Piaoxu's weak hand, with a full smile, remained motionless.
After trying a few times, Nangong Piaoxu gave up and explained to Lin Feng: "This is my spiritual world. It's my fault. I didn't expect that your spiritual sword energy would trigger my thoughts and make you fall into my memories."
Got it."
Then Nangong Piaoxu, with a cold face, stretched out his hand, hesitation flashed in his eyes, but in the end he took Lin Feng's other free hand and said, "Let's go, don't stay too long, it won't be good for you."
The next moment, Lin Feng's eyes blurred. The wind and snow in the sky had disappeared. The hand held by Nangong Piaoxu in the wind and snow was no longer there. A feeling of loss came to his heart.
After returning to the soul-suppressing world, Nangong Piaoxu's hand immediately let go.
At this moment, Lin Feng was exactly in the same position as where he originally stood. It seemed that he was just mentally trapped in an illusion.
It was just what Nangong Piaoxu said in the illusion just now made him a little concerned.
Holy Snow Mountain, where is this? Is this where Nangong Piaoxu was born?
There is another unfinished name, Lin...
Does this person have anything to do with me?
There is also the feeling of two Nangong Piaoxu holding hands, one is warm and soft, while the other is cold and pliable.
Could it be that Nangong Piaoxu had something to do with him? Lin Feng couldn't help but wonder.
Nangong Piaoxu looked at Lin Feng and slowly said: "Okay, what happened just now was just an accident, but since you saw the illusion, it would be better to tell you some things."
"That unsaid name is actually your ancestor, Lin Jinghan, the second generation descendant of the Lin family."