Driven by Lu Zifeng, the disciples of the Taizu Sect formed a cultivation craze, and all swordsmen, swordsmen, and gunmen, they all went to the Shengling River for half-step sword intent, half-step sword intent, and half-rifle intent.

Lu Zifeng spent two hours every day in the Shengling River to hone his half-step sword intent, and then returned to the courtyard to cultivate the Qinglian Divine Fire Array, and if there was still time left, then refining the Dead Pill of the Thorn Thunder Bear and the Titan Snow Ape, the time was all arranged.

In the Immortal Beast Cemetery, Lu Zifeng got the Dead Pill of the Thorn Thunder Bear, the Three-Tailed Heavenly Thunder Leopard and the Titan Snow Ape, and the Bred Pill of the Fire-Eyed Bull was obtained by Tang Xinwan.

These five dead pills were all polluted by turbidity, Lu Zifeng had the Extreme Ice Ancestral Jade, Tang Xinwan had the Cold Blue Fire, only the two of them had the ability to refine, and the others had no ability to refine.

The withered pill of the three-tailed heavenly thunder leopard, the little leopard has been refined when it fuses the leopard bones. Just a Thorn Thunder Bear's Dead Pill, Lu Zifeng could be used to cultivate for a long time. Coupled with a Titan Snow Ape's Dead Pill, it may be able to help Lu Zifeng break through to the realm of the Dead Xuan Realm.

Although this kind of cultivation is relatively bland, Lu Zifeng also enjoys it. Sometimes, cultivation doesn't have to be fought and killed, and cultivating on such a dull day is a pleasure.

Under such a calm and full cultivation, a month passed quietly.

Lu Zifeng had been honing his half-step sword intent under the waterfall for a month, and he felt more and more that he might break through to the first sword intent at any time.

One day, Lu Zifeng, as usual, honed his half-step sword intent under the waterfall as always. In the crisp sound of the knife, the Qianbing cold knife came out of its sheath, and Lu Zifeng fully exerted the half-step sword intent, and slashed towards the waterfall with a knife.

Bang!

In a violent roar, the sharp knife light slashed on the waterfall, and the waterfall couldn't withstand the sharp meaning of such a knife light, and it looked like it was about to be completely cut in half.

However, the sharpness of the sword light was still a little worse, and it almost didn't cut the waterfall.

Lu Zifeng was not discouraged, and did not rush to cut out the second knife, but slowly adjusted his state under the waterfall. After he felt that there was no problem, he once again exerted his half-step sword intent with all his strength and slashed out.

A piercing cold light flashed, and the sharper light slashed at the waterfall again. With a violent roar, the waterfall still did not finish splitting into two halves.

Lu Zifeng found that his state today was surprisingly good, and he could concentrate more easily than before, and the power of the sword light that he slashed out every time he slashed out also increased a lot.

After adjusting for a while, Lu Zifeng slashed out his third knife. If someone pays close attention, they can clearly feel that the third knife is stronger than the second one, and it is even stronger than the first one.

However, this time the waterfall was not cut.

Under this constant repetition, half an hour later, Lu Zifeng had already slashed out the ninth knife, and with each slash, the momentum on Lu Zifeng's body was a few points stronger than the previous one, and now it was the tenth sword.

The momentum on Lu Zifeng's body has been strong to the extreme, giving people a feeling of being sharp and domineering. At the same time, the Qianbing Cold Knife seemed to feel Lu Zifeng's knife intent, and it buzzed excitedly.

At this moment, Lu Zifeng closed his eyes, and in his world, except for the waterfall of the Thousand Ice Cold Knife and the noodles, there was nothing that could enter the thoughts.

After a long time, Lu Zifeng opened his eyes, and a terrifying cold light burst out from his eyes, like a knife light.

Airplanes!

The Thousand Ice Cold Knife emitted the loudest knife groan, resounding across the distance of the Living Spirit River.

In this sword groan, the disciples who were cultivating in the Shengling River felt a chill rising from the bottom of their hearts, and even had the illusion that they were cutting in half in front of the sword light.

As a result, the disciples turned their eyes to the direction where the fluctuations came from, and finally locked on Lu Zifeng.

Lu Zifeng did not hesitate, as if it was a matter of course, when the momentum on his body was the strongest, he slashed towards the waterfall lightly, and the surrounding heaven and earth forces gathered into an amazing momentum, and they blasted towards the waterfall together.

Under the chilling cold light, the sword light flashed, and it instantly slashed on the waterfall.

This time, no sound was heard, as if the world was silent, and the waterfall was cut in half. The upper part of the waterfall seems to have stopped flowing and does not move, while the lower part of the waterfall still crashes downward.

This knife is the power of the genuine initial knife intent. In a month of training, Lu Zifeng successfully cultivated at this moment to become a primordial sword intent.

Click!

The whole world was silent for a while, and after a while, a subtle clicking sound came from above the Thousand Ice Cold Knife.

This subtle sound once again gave the world a sound. There was a rumbling sound, and the waterfall in the working part resumed its flow and slammed down again.

Soon, the waterfall that had broken in half was restored to its original shape, as if nothing had happened. If they hadn't seen the waterfall break in half before, they would have believed that nothing had happened here.

Lu Zifeng lowered his head, and a slight crack had already appeared on the body of the Qianbing Cold Knife, and the crack quickly expanded, and finally completely broke into several pieces and fell into the River of Living Spirits.

Lu Zifeng looked at the Qianbing Cold Knife in his hand with some regret and only had a handle and a small section of the blade, the Qianbing Cold Knife was a medium-grade immortal weapon, and it could no longer withstand the power of the initial sword intent, so it would break.

This is also a matter of no choice, with the improvement of his own strength, the Thousand Ice Cold Knife will always be eliminated.

Lu Zifeng sucked in the palm of his hand, sucked the blade that fell into the Shengling River into his hand, reassembled it into a Thousand Ice Cold Knife, and then put it into the Qiankun bag. Although the Thousand Ice Cold Knife is no longer possible to use, after all, the Thousand Ice Cold Knife has followed Lu Zifeng for a long time, and he is unwilling to directly discard the Thousand Ice Cold Knife, whether it is collected or not, it can be regarded as a kind of memory in the future.

In the roar of the waterfall, the surrounding disciples came back to their senses for a long time. They could really feel that Lu Zifeng's knife was different from theirs, it was more sharp and incomparable, more imposing, and the Shengling River Waterfall, which was as heavy as a thousand pounds, was also broken in half under this knife.

"The first sword intent!"

One of the disciples exclaimed.

Most of the disciples didn't comprehend the half-step sword intent, half-step sword intent, and half-rifle intent, so they couldn't understand what had just happened, but in the exclamation of this disciple, they finally understood what was happening.

Now that the Chu Cheng Sword Intent has been cultivated, there is no need for Lu Zifeng to stay in the Shengling River to cultivate, he directly retreated from the waterfall and came to the shore.

At this moment, a large group of disciples instantly surrounded Lu Zifeng and surrounded Lu Zifeng in the center. Every disciple said a word, gossiping, and it was extremely lively.

Lu Zifeng's scalp was numb for a while, and he couldn't hear what they said at all, and vaguely heard a few words of praise, among which a few words asked how to cultivate the first sword intent.

After a long while, Lu Zifeng stretched out his hand and motioned for them to be quiet. Lu Zifeng knew that what they wanted to know most was how to successfully cultivate the Primal Sword Intent.

Therefore, Lu Zifeng shared his process and perception of cultivating the initial sword intent with these disciples one by one. These disciples nodded half-knowingly, firmly remembering Lu Zifeng's words and understanding the meaning.

After saying this, many disciples left and returned to the Shengling River to cultivate.

Lu Zifeng showed a wry smile on his face, these disciples were also enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that he couldn't stand it. No matter what kind of identity they are, they should have the obligation to teach them, and as for whether their words are useful or not, they can only rely on their respective understandings.

Lu Zifeng was also in a good mood, after all, he had finally cultivated the first sword intent. This is what Lu Zifeng has always wanted, but the training of sword intent relies not only on extremely strong talent, but also on the accumulation of time, and it is not something that can be succeeded overnight.

Now that it is so difficult for me to cultivate the initial sword intent, I don't know what the level of the small sword intent, the great adult sword intent and the perfect sword intent is.

After tidying up his clothes, Lu Zifeng flew back to the courtyard.

Since the Immortal Beast Cemetery came out, it took Lu Zifeng a month to recover from his injuries and purify the turbidity qi for Xia Qingqian, break through to the second turn of dead qi in one month, cultivate ten thousand Thunder God War Patterns in two months, and cultivate the first sword intent in one month.

In the blink of an eye, five months have passed.

During the three months of cultivating the Thunder God War Pattern and the Initial Sword Intent, Lu Zifeng was also constantly refining the Dead Pill of the Thorn Thunder Bear and the Titan Snow Ape. The death qi of the Thorn Thunder Bear's Dead Pill was so dense that it was a rather terrifying place, Lu Zifeng refined a part of the dead qi, and it took several days for his body to completely absorb this part of the dead qi, so his refining of the Thorn Thunder Bear's Dead Pill was very slow.

Therefore, it took Lu Zifeng two months to completely refine the Thorn Thunder Bear's Dead Pill. After this, Lu Zifeng began to refine the Titan Snow Ape's Dead Pill.

It was only now that Lu Zifeng had refined a small part of the Titan Snow Ape Dead Pill.

Lu Zifeng could feel that the death qi in his body had reached its peak state, and it might not take long to break through to the realm of the third turn death qi.

It can be said that in the past five months, Lu Zifeng's strength has risen by leaps and bounds, and there has been a qualitative leap.

Originally, Lu Zifeng planned to cultivate the Thunder God Battle Armor and then challenge Zheng Bowen, but after two months of cultivation, he felt that he had no more progress, so he could only give up.

However, when he had just cultivated his initial sword intent, Lu Zifeng felt that he could fight Zheng Bowen. For the sake of safety, Lu Zifeng also gave up this idea, and he decided to challenge Zheng Bowen again after he broke through to the realm of three transformations of dead qi.

So, in the following time, Lu Zifeng made every effort to refine the Titan Snow Ape's Dead Pill in preparation for his promotion to the Third Transformation Death Qi Realm.

Under the insipid cultivation, the death qi in Lu Zifeng's body continued to grow, and soon reached the level of impacting the third turn of death qi.