"His sword intent can actually ignore the protection of my scale armor!"

Chen Hailong's arms drooped, he wanted to raise it but he didn't listen to the command at all, obviously the bones of both arms had been broken by Chen Xiu's sword just now.

"Boom"

Chen Xiu stabbed out one sword after another, all of which hit the place where the scale armor on Chen Hailong's chest protected the most, and every time he stabbed out a sword, Chen Hailong spit out a mouthful of blood, and when he stabbed the fifth piece, Chen Hailong "Ah!", the whole person flew out upside down, the scale armor on his body disappeared, and he recovered his body, and smashed a big pit on the ground.

"No...... No way, I ...... How could I lose...... You...... You actually know sword intent!"

"Sword intent?"

Chen Xiu was just fighting, and naturally comprehended a bit of sword intent, and he also won a daze, and he didn't know that the feeling he had just used the sword was sword intent.

Feng Xinglie's voice sounded in his mind again: "Silly boy, you have already comprehended a bit of sword intent just now, and you don't even know it. ”

"A point of sword intent, what is sword intent?"

Chen Xiu was still confused.

"Sword intent refers to the artistic conception of the sword, just like what you mean when you say a word. Regardless of the boxing, swordsmanship, and knife techniques, what is to be expressed is only the artistic conception of its original set of combat skills.

The simplest example, the Five Tigers Broken Door Knife, you know. At this time, the most common set of sword techniques in the cultivation realm, but its founder also used this set of sword techniques to dominate the world.

Why can such a simple set of knife techniques dominate for a while?

Without him, just because the person who created this set of knife techniques understands the artistic conception of this set of knife techniques, he is just an ordinary chopping and slashing is also a knife intent!"

Chen Xiu suddenly understood, and said in surprise: "In this way, isn't it that the moves are not important, but the artistic conception of using combat skills." For example, the tiger fist should use the domineering spirit of 'the tiger descending the mountain', and the crane fist should use the free and sharp shape of the crane!"

Feng Xinglie saw that Chen Xiu was able to understand a little, and said approvingly: "You kid is not too stupid. ”

He is also hard-mouthed, you must know that Feng Xinglie was shocked just now that Chen Xiu had already comprehended the sword intent at such a young age, and he himself was ashamed of himself.

"You just said one point of sword intent, doesn't that mean that there are three points, nine points, and ten points of sword intent?"

"Of course, this one is. It's still a bit reluctant for you to say that you have a point of sword intent now, at most you just touched some thresholds of sword intent. Don't be complacent, you need to know that martial arts are like a vast sea, and what you are touching now is just a scoop of the sea. ”

"Hey...... A point of sword intent is fine...... By the way, Lao Feng, how much gunpower do you feel now? You have lived for tens of thousands of years, you should have reached the very gunlike artistic conception, right?"

"This ...... This...... Ahem...... I have lived for tens of thousands of years, but I have been asleep for 40,000 years, and my actual cultivation is only 3,000 years......"

Feng Xinglie was asked for a while, and suddenly said angrily: "What are you asking for, why don't you ask this guy where his companion is!"

"Oh, I almost forgot that this guy wasn't dead. ”

Chen Xiu stepped forward, the flying sword against Chen Hailong's throat, and said sharply: "Where are your other three companions? Confess it, I'll give you a good time!" 123 Literature Network

"I didn't ...... There were no companions, only our two brothers came over ......"

"Huh!"

Chen Xiu didn't talk nonsense with him, and a sword directly broke Chen Hailong's right foot tendon, Chen Hailong is "Ah ......" screamed out, and the scream was heard several miles away.

"Your brother has already confessed everything, this is the punishment for lying! Give you one more chance, let you say it again, otherwise I will protect your heart with my true qi, and then cut off your flesh with a knife, this punishment is called 'Ling Chi'. It is said that someone once died after being cut more than 3,000 knives, do you want to challenge it and break the record of more than 3,000 knives!"

"You...... You're the devil......"

Chen Hailong is a member of the Blood Demon Sect, he usually plays with corpses, and he is not a good person, but he has never thought about the torture of "Ling Chi", when he thinks of watching his flesh and blood cut off piece by piece, he can't help but tremble when he sees the white bones on his body.

"Say, I know you're not a good man, you can't carry thirty knives. Instead of asking me to torture you and then confess, it is better to confess now and suffer a little less. ”

"Good...... Okay, I said...... They're ...... In the ......"

Chen Hailong trembled all over, his chest rose and fell, as if he was really frightened, his speech was intermittent, his voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end it was inaudible.

"Where?"

Chen Xiu couldn't hear what he said, and even bent his back, and the probe was about to bow to his ear, when suddenly there was a golden light, and the head of the Soul Devouring Spear flew out directly from the space bag, and inserted it into Chen Hailong's chest impartially, and immediately lost his breath.

As soon as Chen Hailong died, his soul power was also desperately absorbed by Feng Xinglie's manipulation of the Soul Eater Spear, and all of a sudden, the entire grove was illuminated with golden light.

After Feng Xinglie absorbed Chen Hailong's soul power, he laughed as if he was satisfied with a full meal, which shook Chen Xiu's head.

"Damn, don't laugh!"

Chen Xiu shouted loudly: "He is about to confess, why can't you kill him a few minutes later!"

"I don't know the so-called boy, Lao Tzu saved your life again, you don't know how it feels, and you blame me loudly. If you put it 40,000 years ago, Lao Tzu would have stabbed you in a hundred holes with one shot. ”

"Fart, when will you save my life again......"

Chen Xian was about to refute, but Chen Hailong's head was tilted, and a blade as thin as a cicada's wing fell out of his mouth.

"This ...... This guy just deliberately whispered to lure me closer, ready to sneak up on me with a blade!"

"Humph!"

Feng Xinglie snorted coldly and said, "If I hadn't killed him, you would still be angry and talking nonsense here!"

Chen Xiu picked up a branch and flipped the blade, only to see that in addition to the smell of blood, there was also a fishy smell on the blade, it was obvious that both sides were coated with poison, and when he remembered that a little red snake could poison Chen Hailin to death just now, obviously Chen Hailong was also a master of poison, if he was really cut by the blade, he was afraid that the consequences would be unimaginable.

Chen Xiu was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat, but he still said unconvinced: "If you kill it, you will kill it, why do you shout loudly, what if you attract his companions!"

"It's good to be here, but you helped me kill all the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect! I didn't expect that the blood qi of people who cultivated demon art was so vigorous, Chen Hailong was only a half-step innate realm, and his blood qi in his life was actually no less than the blood qi of the master of the innate realm. ”