Hate, but powerless!
One sip of the Void Bone Dragon, tearing apart the cultivators who fled for their lives.
Until the last old man in yellow, even if he tried his best, he couldn’t get the Void Bone Dragon at all.
It was torn to shreds and devoured in one bite!
In the distance, Chen Feng has passed through the area guarded by the void bone dragon.
Hearing the desperate roar of the old man in yellow, he smiled coldly.
If he was kind enough to ask for help, he might be able to help him.
Unfortunately, he has a wicked heart and keeps himself in a cocoon!
After passing through the broken ruins area, there is an open space.
The transparent key suddenly stopped, suspended in mid-air, sprinkled with a silver brilliance, causing a wave in the void in front of him.
Gradually, the waves spread.
Only then did Chen Feng see clearly that there was not nothing in front of him, but a long river formed by the power of the void.
The surging power inside is extremely terrifying, enough to easily tear apart all cultivators under the Heavenly Immortal Realm!
When Chen Feng was in trouble, his pupils suddenly shrank.
In the depths of the long river, a man in white, stepping on the long river, is walking towards him like a stroll in a courtyard.
This man looks to be in his forties, dressed in white as snow, quite down and out of style, with a shaggy beard, but he has an indescribable sense of heroism.
He was breathless, like a mortal.
But Chen Feng is very clear that it is impossible for mortals to walk in such a turbulent void.
This person’s strength, I am afraid, has reached an extremely terrifying level.
When the man in white approached, Chen Feng saw his thoughtful expression and seemed to be thinking about something.
A strong sword intent emanated from his body.
It was this sword intent that made Chen Feng’s heart tremble and his body felt cold!
“The sword is so powerful, it’s natural!”
His sword intent, although he touched the level of extreme intent.
Compared with the real extreme mood, it is like a cloud and mud!
The real ultimate is that people and artistic conception, heaven and earth, and the universe, become one!
With a single thought, the artistic conception can control the power of heaven and earth, turn it into a realm, and the realm evolves into the universe.
Isn’t it courting death to fight him in his universe?
He, can easily use the power of a universe.
The appearance of Chen Feng also alarmed the man in white who was thinking.
He looked curious and turned to look at Chen Feng: “Little guy, can you see me?”
As soon as he finished asking, he saw the transparent key in front of Chen Feng.
Suddenly, the curiosity on his face turned into shock: “Wanxu Spirit Key?”
“What’s your relationship with Yan Qingyu?”
Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, he came back to his senses.
He frowned and asked, “Senior knows my master?”
“Master?”
The man in white was also stunned for a moment, and then he laughed: “So Qing Yu made this tomb of the fairy for your boy.”
“This is hundreds of years.”
Chen Feng became more and more curious: “Who is the senior? Why wait for me?”
The man in white said lightly, “My name is Bai Yujing, I’m just a sword immortal in a loose cultivator class.”
“What you see is just a clone of me. Since Qing Yu left countless years ago, he has asked me to guard this place for him and take the opportunity to sharpen his sword intent.”
“However, your kid seems to be unaware of your master’s affairs.”
Bai Yujing?
Chen Feng had never heard Master mention this name.
“Senior, my master…”
Bai Yujing interrupted: “He doesn’t say it, he has his own reasons.”
“When you meet him, you will know everything.”
After he finished speaking, he ignored Chen Feng and continued to bow his head in contemplation, walking aimlessly on the long river of void.
Chen Feng asked again how to cross the river, but Bai Yujing didn’t seem to hear it and went further and further.
“Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles without leaving.”
“Fuck your clothes away, and hide your merits and fame.”
He read these lines slowly.
As he recited, these few lines of poems suddenly turned into twenty huge golden letters, suspended above the long river of void!
Every font seems to reveal hundreds of laws of heaven and earth!
With a terrifyingly powerful breath and unspeakable mystery.
Twenty characters, constantly combined, hovering in the air.
Looking at them, Chen Feng was a little crazy for a while.
In the poem, domineering and arrogant, it can break the nine heavens!
When he recited poetry, the indifferent sword intent on his body exuded an extremely terrifying aura.
Chen Feng only felt a strong murderous aura entering his body, and his bone marrow became cold!
“The ultimate sword is to kill!”
“Senior deliberately left these two poems, it seems that they have no intention.”
He narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing the two lines of poetry and the artistic conception that Bai Yujing exudes.
However, this mood is far above him.
He realized it for three days and gained little.
“Three cups of promise, the five mountains are lighter.”
“After dazzling eyes and ears, my spirit is full of energy.”
The familiar voice sounded again.
Chen Feng opened his eyes and saw Bai Yujing strolling in, the continuation of the poem in his mouth.
He suddenly understood something.
Three days is the time for Bai Yujing to walk the long river.
Bai Yujing is borrowing this poem to continuously temper his sword intent.
“Poem!”
“Sword!”
“Could it be that this senior is a rare Poetry Immortal Sword Body?”
Chen Feng exclaimed.
According to rumors, there is a very special physique called the Shixian Sword Body.
A collection of poems and swords, known as the most elegant physique in the world, but also one of the strongest.
If you want to improve sword intent, you need to use sword intent to write poetry to achieve resonance between poetry and sword.
It’s hard as hell!
After listening to these two sentences, Chen Feng had some feelings in his heart.
So far, every three days, he hears what the poem is missing.
On the eighteenth day, Bai Yujing arrived as scheduled.
The last two lines of poetry I read in my mouth are the last two lines!
“If you die, you will not be ashamed of the world.”
“Who can write your Excellency, Bai Shou Tai Xuan Sutra.”
When he finished reading, Bai Yujing suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face changed again and again.
The same is true for Chen Feng.
Suddenly, the two looked up at the same time and exclaimed: “I understand!”
Bai Yujing was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Chen Feng.
Chen Feng, a heroic aura rose to the sky!
At the waist, the Seven Absolutes Divine Pearl hummed, exuding a domineering sword intent.
Bai Yujing also exudes a sword intent that resonates with the sword intent!
“A knight travels in heaven and earth, and everything he sees and hears is good fortune.”
“The world’s joys, sorrows and joys, cold and warm, resentment and anguish, all are the Dao!”
Chen Feng seemed to have forgotten everything. In his mind, he recalled various experiences in this life.
Every piece of memory is turned into a fragment and merged into the sword’s meaning.
Mixed in one piece, the sword intent will be enhanced a bit.
“Somewhat interesting.”
Bai Yujing is very interested: “It took me two hundred years to integrate this poem into sword intent.”
“This kid, it only took eighteen days?”
“Furthermore, the sword intent on his body seems to have reached the level of fullness.”
“This is the first time I’ve seen such a young person who has attained full form.”
It took Chen Feng three days to realize this. Finally, put all the memory fragments into the sword intent.