Eight Desolate Sword Emperor

Chapter 29 Sword Intent Xiaocheng
Cultivation is a boring and unbearable thing. Those who do not have good talent can only double their practice, but those with good talent should not neglect their practice, but must work harder and harder to live up to the bestowed by God. God is indeed unfair, talent is one of them.Only by surviving the days of loneliness and loneliness can one practice Taoism and be admired and respected by the world.

And Jiang Feng, as he said, has a Taoist body and doubles his cultivation speed. This is his talent.

In the courtyard of the core disciples, Jiang Feng was still practicing hard to draw the sword. He practiced hard for a long time, but he still couldn't avoid the sound when he drew the sword.
After thinking hard for a long time, he still couldn't come up with a solution. He asked Mo Tian, ​​and Mo Tian also said he didn't know. Mo Tian said that he was famous for his physical body back then, and even the sword emperor back then couldn't kill him with a full blow. If he can't kill him with one blow, he can recover the wounds suffered by his physical body.Mo Tian gave him a way, "Inject sword intent into it and try."

Jiang Feng seemed to have thought of something, and kept drawing and drawing his sword.

Mo Tian watched, Jiang Feng actually entered a mysterious state.

The realm of Xuanming refers to a person who is too focused on a certain matter, so that the matter is mystical, and everything outside of him is out of his eyes and mind.

It is very difficult to enter the Xuanming Realm. Once you enter, if you are slightly disturbed, your cultivation base will regress at least, and you will become a fool at worst.Because this kind of realm is spiritual, if it is blocked, the consequences can be imagined.

Is Jiang Feng's talent too monstrous, or his luck too monstrous?
Time passed slowly, and it was already noon in a blink of an eye. Jiang Feng drew and drew the sword faster and faster, so fast that he could only see a flash of cold light, and the sound made when he drew the sword became smaller and smaller , up to now, although it has not completely disappeared, unless he himself pays attention to it, it is difficult for others to hear that faint voice.

Mo Tian, ​​who had been watching Jiang Feng all morning, became more and more startled. Jiang Feng's talent should be comparable to that of the Sword Emperor of his time.

Do not!There is more than that, but nothing less.

A fist-thin Zizhu lazy waist was cut off and fell to the ground.

At this time, Jiang Feng also opened his eyes, his eyes were like swords, and he shot out sharp edges. Immediately, his sword intent soared into the sky, but in the blink of an eye, he was restrained. After a few short continuations like this, his sword intent gradually approached Consummated, the sword intent is restrained.

And now Jiang Feng has entered this state again!And he has been in this state for three days and three nights.

"Susu!"

Suddenly, with Jiang Feng as the center, the leaves beside Jiang Feng suddenly floated up, and the branches of the big trees around Jiang Feng swayed crazily as if being blown by a strong wind.

There are more and more leaves floating on the ground, these leaves are like being controlled by an invisible hand, slowly fluttering around Jiang Feng, and the surrounding big trees seem to be being destroyed by something, many branches give out "creaking" There was a creaking sound, and the leaves on the tree were slowly falling. For a moment, the whole scene seemed a little weird.

It lasted for about half an hour. At a certain moment, Jiang Feng's eyes suddenly opened, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. The leaves in front of Jiang Feng's eyes suddenly turned into debris. At the same time, Jiang Feng drew his sword and swept across the surroundings.

There was no sword energy, but several purple bamboos more than ten feet away from Jiang Feng collapsed.

Before it was over, the long sword in Jiang Feng's hand suddenly rushed out of the scabbard, drew a few sword lights in the field, and then flew back to the scabbard automatically.

"Boom"

At the moment when the long sword flew back to the scabbard, with Jiang Feng as the center, dozens of big trees around it collapsed, splashing branches and leaves all over the sky.

He put the ancient sword back into the scabbard again, drew the sword, and unsheathed it.The action is done in one go.

Not a single sound came out.

Jiang Feng let out a long sigh of relief, "Sword Intent is small."

I really don’t want to write it anymore, you know, the part about cultivation
I'm not good at it. . . . . . . . . .

(End of this chapter)