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Chu Feng's brow twitched.

In that instant, a massive torrent of information rushed into his mind.

The complete version of the follow-up techniques of the Three Forms of Breaking the Mountain.

He has mastered the three techniques: Cutting the Flow, Cutting the Mountain, and Cutting the Soul.

But there are still four moves to break through mountains and break through the sky.

And the ultimate move, Severing the Path.

The key points of each move, the Sword Saint's life experience, and the lessons learned from countless sword strikes were all transformed into the most intuitive images and insights, and stuffed into Chu Feng's mind.

At the same time, a surge of immense energy poured in from the remnant soul's fingertips.

The two golden cores inside Chu Feng's body began to spin wildly.

The Crimson Gold Phoenix Golden Elixir resembled a small sun, while the Dark Green Blade Intent Golden Elixir resembled a drawn blade.

The two golden cores expanded simultaneously, and the spiritual energy in their meridians surged.

The bottleneck of the mid-stage Golden Core realm is as fragile as paper in the face of this power.

Chu Feng's spiritual energy suddenly exploded, his clothes fluttering loudly, and a powerful aura that was so thick it was suffocating erupted.

Late stage of Golden Core!

Jian Wuhen was forced back three steps by this aura, and his face turned extremely pale.

The remnant soul looked at Chu Feng, its illusory form beginning to dissipate little by little.

"Okay, okay, okay."

He said "good" three times in a row, a relieved smile appearing on his gaunt face. "My life has been worthwhile."

The phantom started from the feet and turned into specks of light, spreading upwards.

"Kid, remember one thing."

The voice of the lingering soul faded into the distance.

"The ultimate skill of the sword is to be able to cut through everything, including the distracting thoughts in one's mind, whether one has a sword or not..."

Chu Feng opened his eyes and looked at the fading phantom in front of him.

"Don't worry, senior."

He stood up, cupped his hands in a salute, and said, "This junior will not tarnish the reputation of the Duan Yue Sect."

"Of course, if it can be sold for money, that's another story."

The remnant soul's lips twitched, as if it wanted to say something, but the wisp of shadow had already completely dissipated.

Silence returned to the main hall.

Chu Feng stood still, feeling the earth-shattering changes within his body.

The spiritual power in the late stage of the Golden Core realm surged through the meridians, more than twice as strong as before.

A complete set of sword techniques inheritance has appeared in my sea of ​​consciousness.

So cool.

Getting free inheritances is really addictive!

Jian Wuhen stood a few feet away, looking at Chu Feng's late-stage Golden Core aura, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

He traveled a long way to get here, and squatted at the palace gate for half a day, calculating everything.

So he wasn't included in the inheritance?

What makes a cunning old fox in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm so special?

"Chu Feng," Jian Wuhen said through gritted teeth in a low voice.

Chu Feng was flexing his wrists, feeling the power boost brought by his new cultivation level, and said without turning his head.

"Huh? They haven't left yet?"

"Do you think you can safely leave once you've received the inheritance?"

Chu Feng turned his head, looked at Jian Wuhen's bloodshot eyes, and smiled.

"Senior brother, do you mean... you're going to take action?"

Jian Wuhen did not answer, but his natal magic sword at his waist was already drawn.

A white sword light burst forth, and an incomparably sharp star sword aura tore through the air, heading straight for Chu Feng's face.

This sword strike was aimed straight for the vital point.

But Chu Feng only tilted his head slightly.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Dark red lines lit up on the ground beneath our feet, spreading out from the cracks in the stone slabs.

Those are the restrictive array patterns of the entire main hall.

The remnant soul of the Sword Saint gave him control of the restrictions within the hall.

He is now the master of this great hall.

"Buzz~"

A deep, resonant sound came from all directions.

The ancient patterns on dozens of stone pillars that could be embraced by arms lit up at the same time, releasing a powerful sword intent.

The moment that starlight sword energy came into contact with the restrictive power...

The sword light shattered inch by inch, turning into countless pieces of silver.

Jian Wuhen's pupils suddenly dilated.

His natal magic sword was struck by the backlash and almost flew out of his hand.

Chu Feng stood still, watching him with a grin.

"Senior, do you know what home-field advantage is?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several pillars moved and blocked the gate.

Jian Wuhen looked back at the stone pillar blocking his way, then turned back to look at Chu Feng, the color draining from his face.

Chu Feng tilted his head and smiled.

"Come on, senior brother."

"Let's have a good talk. How much is your natal magic sword worth?"

Jian Wuhen forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart and gritted his teeth, saying, "Chu Feng, do you know who I am?"

"Sword Without Trace, the personal disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect Master!"

"If you let me go now, we'll call it even!"

As he spoke, he took another step forward, shouting with a fierce but weak voice, "Otherwise, the Heavenly Sword Sect will definitely fight you to the death!"

Chu Feng laughed when he heard this.

"A fight to the death? That's great!"

"What I need most are mortal enemies; the more the merrier."

Jian Wuhen was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"It means you're going to die here today."

Chu Feng's smile vanished, and his eyes turned cold.

"I will not do something like releasing a tiger back into the mountains."

"Besides, I've had my eye on your outfit for a long time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Feng's mind stirred.

The dark red array patterns beneath their feet instantly lit up.

The entire hall seemed to come alive, and a vast, ancient sword intent gathered from all directions.

On the ceiling, a massive blade, formed from pure sword intent, slowly took shape.

The blade was extremely black, exuding a murderous aura that could cut through anything.

Jian Wuhen looked up at the giant blade and felt a terrifying killing intent wash over him.

"Chu Feng! How dare you!"

He roared, pulled a jade talisman from his storage bag, and crushed it violently.

This is a life-saving talisman given to him by his master, a Nascent Soul One-Strike Talisman.

A beam of sword light shot into the sky, transforming into a gigantic phantom that met the giant blade of sword intent on the ceiling.

boom!

The sword light and the intent of the blade collided.

However, the Nascent Soul level sword light only lasted for a second before being easily shattered by the protective power of the main hall.

It turned into scattered specks of light and dissipated.

Jian Wuhen was dumbfounded.

A single strike to the Nascent Soul stage, and it's gone just like that?

Chu Feng shook his head.

"Senior brother, your cheat code has expired."

"Did you renew your subscription? If you didn't, don't embarrass yourself by showing it off."

Jian Wuhen's legs went weak, and he took two steps back, his back slamming against a stone pillar.

Just then, a blinding white light suddenly exploded from his chest.

An aura even more terrifying than before suddenly erupted.

A ripple spread through the void, and a blurry figure materialized in front of Jian Wuhen.

That was the Nascent Soul Divine Consciousness Avatar of the Heavenly Sword Sect Master.

As soon as the clone appeared, its gaze fell on the array patterns around the main hall, its expression solemn.

"Young friend, hold your hand."

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, there's another expert?"

The sect leader's clone took a deep breath, suppressing the apprehension in his heart.

"You've already received the Sword Saint's inheritance, why commit further bloodshed?"

"Jian Wuhen is a direct descendant of my Heavenly Sword Sect. If you spare his life, our sect will remember this favor."

"Give this sect some face, how about it?"

Chu Feng laughed again.

"face?"

"How many spirit stones are your reputation worth?"