In the purple bamboo forest. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Luo Changfeng didn't rush out of the knife.

He stood there with his knife in his hand, and in the dim sky there was a stream of colored spiritual power pouring in from all directions, and then pouring into his body from the clouds.

He is concentrating spiritual power into his body.

In other words, he was still cultivating at this very moment!

The spiritual power that entered his body flowed along the veins around him, and he subconsciously followed the acupuncture points and order recorded in the knife book left by the knife idiot and looked for the next spiritual acupoint that was still to be concentrated.

That spiritual power crossed the mountains and mountains, and along the way, he saw a lot of spiritual caves that had successfully concentrated his essence, and those spiritual caves were like caves in the mountains that exuded spiritual light, and the number of spiritual caves was far more than seventeen.

The speed of spiritual power flowing in this purple bamboo forest was too fast, and the spiritual acupoint in Luo Changfeng's body seemed to be a dry well frantically absorbing the spiritual power entering his body, as if it would never be filled.

Whether it was the senior brother Huang Fuyi standing behind him with an umbrella, the walker with a solemn expression on the other side, or the injured Yan Xi, they all looked at Luo Changfeng with a touch of incredulity in their eyes.

But that's just the beginning.

Senior Brother Huang Fu Yi was the first to notice that as the spiritual power of the surrounding heaven and earth was frantically absorbed by the spiritual acupoints in Luo Changfeng's body and gathered into a prime, the sword intent that had been scattered around the purple bamboo forest after a fierce battle actually began to move.

Those sword intents seemed to be controlled by the direction of the spiritual power in the body wandering through the spiritual acupoints, and they actually followed the direction of the spiritual power in the spiritual acupoints in the body under the sky, around Luo Changfeng's body, and began to meet from the snowdrifts from the mess with a little combination, and finally began to wander ethereal in the next star position in the corresponding sky.

The knife intent is as thin as a gossamer, but dense as the wind.

The snowflakes that fell silently from the sky were unconsciously cut by the knife intent as thin as the spring breeze, and the pieces of snowflakes like cotton turned into multiplied residual feathers, and then were blown by the cold sword intent, making the falling snow look even tighter.

At the same time, the sword momentum condensed by the bamboo knife in his hand after casting the eighteen swords also began to condense from the scars in the forest. This eighteen swords in a row formed an invisible space, which began to expand and expand like a layer of crystal transparent air, and it was extremely invasive, swallowing up the space in the four fields little by little.

It was as if the spatial area formed by this layer of sword momentum had become a world under his control, and the edge of that world was still extending and expanding, and the gods had unconsciously enveloped the purple bamboos in it, covering all the cold snaps and heavy snow from the east.

Gradually, the figure of the walker entered this space.

The injured Yan Xi could not escape the shroud of this knife momentum.

Even the senior brother who was standing not far behind him with an umbrella frowned slightly, looking at the invisible sword boundary enveloping him.

Luo Changfeng's right hand holding the knife used a slight force.

That spiritual power was swimming in the spiritual acupoints and qi veins in the body.

Dense as the wind's sword intent wandered within this knife space.

There are constantly spiritual points in the body.

And in the space of the knife momentum, there are also star positions that begin to light up in this white snow. The sword intent formed a wind formation, and it swam along the gradually lit star.

As a result, in the space formed by the knife, white and turbid lines began to appear.

It was a line formed by the milky white wind gusts of sword intent wandering between the stars.

It is also the star line depicted in the knife spectrum left by the knife idiot.

At a certain moment, the spirit acupoint in Luo Changfeng's body suddenly began to shine.

Luo Changfeng's breath suddenly climbed and became extremely sharp, and in an instant, his realm cultivation climbed from the lower realm of Chong Hui, crossed the middle realm, the upper realm, and reached the peak of Chong Hui!

His body seemed to have become much heavier, and the snow where his feet were deep was inexplicably dispersed by the invisible aura on his body, and the aura spread around him, and the space formed by the sword began to attack and rise into a violent wind, the purple bamboo forest split one by one, and there were many knife marks in the snow, and the walker, Yan Xi, and even the senior brother's robes were neatly cut in this wind array.

"Please advise. ”

Luo Changfeng pointed with a knife.

The space enclosed by the sword momentum darkened in an instant.

It was as if night was coming.

The surrounding stars are shining like stars hanging in the night sky.

Everything in sight was blinded by the sudden rise of the sword intent.

And the walker stood there.

He saw nothing, heard nothing, but when the wind blew, he felt a splitting pain in his body.

There seemed to be a thousand knives on the pieces of flesh and skin on Ling Chi's body.

It felt very cold, very cold, very strong.

The pain was subtle and intense, and every inch of skin was inescapable.

He thought it was incredible.

This gust of wind is obviously just a knife intent, but why is it even more terrifying than the feeling of a real knife falling on your body?

The strands of hair on the walker's forehead were cut off by the wind, and then he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

His face was reddish and then pale.

He couldn't imagine that he had been injured in the wind.

Xingzi disciples are known for their physical strength, and they definitely have an advantage in the six-character sect battles, but now he hasn't even fought yet, and he was injured and defeated?

Yan Xi stood behind the walker, looking at the figure that was about to crumble in the wind gust, and the shock in his heart was difficult to describe in words.

He was very sure that Luo Changfeng didn't make a knife.

But why do you see countless knife marks in the wind gust?

"What kind of knife is this?"

Unable to suppress the horror in his heart any longer, and unable to support himself in this gust of wind, the walker sat down suddenly.

He had blood in his mouth, and his words were a little indistinct.

But both Yan Xi and Luo Changfeng understood.

"The knife of the knife idiot!" Luo Changfeng said calmly as he looked at the walker sitting in the snow.

He didn't come out with a knife.

He stood there from beginning to end.

But the knife has already been struck.

Many knives came out, and countless knives came out.

These knives are his knives, these knives are also his knives, and the wind gust is the trace of his knife.

He repairs the knife of a knife idiot.

The knife of the knife idiot is a space of the knife path, a knife domain.

The space composed of the sword intent and sword momentum along with the star position is his knife domain.

Or rather, it would be more appropriate to be a knife field.

Although the number of spirit points in the body cannot be compared with that of the knife idiot, it is enough to condense into a primordial knife domain, that is, the knife field.

In this knife field, he is the master.

His breath is a knife, his eyes are a knife, his heart is a knife, and his black hair fluttering is a knife.

He raised his knife and pointed at it, and he had already slashed out countless knives!

This is his last knife, the nineteenth knife!

(In order to thank these monthly passes and tips, try to make another whole chapter out tomorrow morning.) ）