Jiang Feng took a sword in his hand, but he touched the true meaning of the third realm of the imperial sword technique, and at the same time, the third realm of the imperial sword technique and the extreme sword technique had been fused, this seemingly random sword qi was powerful, like a canopy of heaven, suppressing Wang Ji to death.

"Boom!"

The sound of the explosion spread immediately, it was two completely different sword qi, the void collided, and the impact made an earth-shattering sound.

Then, the monks were strangely seen, the void was cut into nothingness, where it continued to collapse and annihilate, and was completely torn apart, forming a terrifying spatial turbulence.

Under that kind of turbulence, even if the Avatar Monk was involved in it, he would be dead.

Wang Qi staggered back, his body was bathed in blood, and he left more than a dozen sword marks on his body, although these sword marks were not fatal, they were extremely conspicuous, making him a bloody man.

"Remember, I'm going to keep a low profile. Jiang Feng said indifferently.

He wanted to kill Wang Ji, and to put it bluntly, a sword is enough, but it is easy to kill, but it will be difficult to avoid it afterwards, causing a storm, which is definitely not what Jiang Feng wants.

Wang Ji had to be glad that his luck was good, otherwise, under the premise that he had murderous intent, Jiang Feng would never be able to spare him a life.

"I-" The Adam's apple trembled, and after Wang Ji had been brewing for a long time, it was difficult to make a sound.

He was terrified and terrified, because he had no idea why he had failed...... But it was so completely defeated, if it weren't for Jiang Feng's mercy, he would have died a long time ago.

The many monks who were watching were shocked and inexplicable, Wang Ji was an indescribable existence on the list of grandmasters, and for such a sword, they were even more foggy, and they didn't know what was going on.

I only felt that Jiang Feng shot out a sword qi, and Wang Ji was defeated.

Naturally, they don't know that this is the true meaning of the third realm of swordsmanship, a sword out, containing infinite changes, but also containing infinite possibilities.

Of course, Jiang Feng couldn't explain it.

After saying such a sentence, Jiang Feng walked forward, he didn't have time, he wasted it on Wang Ji.

Raising his eyes and looking at Jiang Feng's back, Wang Ji's heart was still turbulent.

"Who is this person, and what kind of identity is this?" Wang Ji thought in his heart.

There is no doubt that Jiang Feng is by no means an unknown person, but the powerful sword cultivators on the Grandmaster List, Wang Ji has heard of them, and it can be very clearly determined that Jiang Feng is not one of them.

In this way, it means that so far, Jiang Feng has not been on the Grandmaster List.

has never been on the Grandmaster List, but he has the terrifying combat power to challenge the Grandmaster List, and this is what makes Wang Ji even more frightened, and he is more and more curious, wanting to find out Jiang Feng's identity.

Then Wang Qi left, he was disgraced, and how could he still have the face to stay here.

Jiang Feng didn't care about Wang Ji, at this time, he quietly felt the sword intent of the sword pool.

"Tearing, rebuilding?" Jiang Feng said silently in his heart.

For the Endless Cultivators, the path of cultivating the truth, the Dao Heart is the key...... As a sword cultivator, this kind of Dao heart has to add two words, which is the heart of the sword.

The sword is rather bent than bent, and the same is true for sword cultivation!

Only with enthusiasm and indomitable belief can we overcome obstacles and become strong.

Sword Pool refines the heart of the sword, but in Jiang Feng's view, it is to tear the heart of the sword path apart first, and then rebuild it.

"It's a pity. Jiang Feng whispered.

Cultivating the Dao Heart with the help of the Sword Pool is undoubtedly a shortcut, and it can even be said that it is a road to the sky, especially since this Sword Pool is related to the Heavenly Sword Sect, and it will benefit immensely.

But Jiang Feng didn't intend to tear apart his own kendo heart, he embarked on his own kendo path, and the kendo heart was unique and eternal.

If it is torn apart and rebuilt, it is tantamount to self-destruction of the future, and Jiang Feng will naturally not do such things, no matter how great the temptation is, it is not enough to make Jiang Feng feel excited.

This is also the reason why Jiang Feng will express his pity, he was touched, and he knew that there would be a great probability, so when he came, he touched the barrier of the sword's supernatural power.

But such a path is destined to be unsuitable for him, but it is impossible for Jiang Feng to forcibly set foot in it, otherwise, it is very likely to destroy himself.

Jiang Feng was resolute, and after learning about this situation, he turned around and left without hesitation, and as for the gaze projected on him, he turned a blind eye.

"Huh?"

After just a few steps out, Jiang Feng's heart suddenly moved, and a sense of happiness swept through his whole body in an instant.

"Torn...... Reconstruction...... See me!" Jiang Feng said slowly.

The ultimate goal of tearing and rebuilding the heart of Kendo is to see the true self, and only by recognizing oneself and witnessing the truth can one transcend eternity.

"See the true me?" Jiang Feng muttered, thinking to himself, what if he skipped the two steps of tearing and rebuilding, and directly reflected the heart of the sword?

The inherent logic of the sword pool is one of the three, one of which is indispensable, and the order is also constant and cannot be changed. But Jiang Feng couldn't change himself because of this, then, all he needed was to see his true self, which was the final result.

"Maybe you can give it a try. Jiang Feng thought thoughtfully.

Since he came here, he will leave regrets, in Jiang Feng's opinion, try it, but it is not impossible, if there is a harvest, it is the best, if not, but it will not leave regrets for himself.

With a certain thought, Jiang Feng turned around......

Jiang Feng's series of actions fell in the eyes of the onlookers, they were all confused, they didn't understand what he meant, they looked at Jiang Feng in a daze, they were all stunned.

Jiang Feng didn't care, he released a wisp of divine sense, and the sword pool was inducted, and the association was constructed, and in an instant, the surging sword intent was incomparably clear, and it was perceived by Jiang Feng.

"If there is no accident, these sword intents are all left by the ancestors of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Jiang Feng said softly.

Each sword intent is completely different, engraved with a unique imprint, and in another way, this is a sign of identity.

"Sword!" In an instant, Jiang Feng's gaze was attracted by the dozen or so long swords suspended in the void.

Above the sword pool, more than a dozen long swords floated in the air, and the sword was clear, but compared to the power of the sword, it was not very eye-catching.

Previously, Jiang Feng didn't pay much attention to it, but at this time, he realized that those swords were a bit strange.

There are more than a dozen long swords, and the material of each sword is extremely ordinary, most of them are blue steel long swords, and there are even fine iron black swords and wooden swords that have never been sharpened.

"These swords?" Seeing this situation in his eyes, Jiang Feng was stunned.

The Heavenly Sword Sect is naturally not ordinary, it is high, and it is regarded as the supreme sword hall by the Endless Sword Cultivator, so it gives people a feeling, but everything related to the Heavenly Sword Sect is unusual.

But these swords, however, are too commonplace, they can be found everywhere and can be seen at will.

It can be said that all those who pursue sword cultivation in the way of the sword will look for the most suitable sword for themselves at any cost, and those swords are all precious, compared to these dozens of swords, between the two sides, they cannot be compared.

"Could it be that these swords are also the swords of the ancestors of the Heavenly Sword Sect?" frowning slightly, Jiang Feng said with a deep groan.

When the words fell, Jiang Feng felt it further, and then realized that it was indeed the case, because each sword was also engraved with a unique aura.

Just as each sword intent is never the same, the breath on each sword is never the same, but it is just right, and it matches the sword intent of that one.

"Then this sword is the weapon used when the initial sword was cultivated?" Jiang Feng thought to himself.

The monk practiced the sword and embarked on the road of swordsmanship, and since then he has been associated with the sword and has never left the sword for life...... The growth path of each sword cultivator is different, but one thing in common is that when practicing swords, you must have a sword in your hand.

The monks who practiced the sword at the beginning were ignorant and ignorant, so for them, it didn't matter whether a sword was good or bad, what the material was, and what the power was.

All you need is a sword in your hand.

Jiang Feng had some associations, these dozen or so swords were extremely simple, and from the sword view, it seemed that it was easy to understand the original intention and confirm the essence.

Sword cultivation and sword training, after getting started, this is to have a certain degree of screening ability, and from then on, Fang will choose the sword that suits him.

But in any case, the throbbing at the beginning of sword practice is eternal and unforgettable.

Jiang Feng sighed and sighed, he realized himself, how could he not be like this. What he saw in front of him easily resonated with him.

"Don't forget your original intention. Jiang Feng said secretly.

It's easier said than done, just ask, in the world, there are a few people who really don't forget their original intentions!

These dozen long swords are undoubtedly the testimony of the original intention.

In addition, their existence has witnessed the rise of genius sword cultivators, working hard at the end of the year and reaching the top, but the original intention is eternal and unchanged.

Jiang Feng's heart moved slightly, and he felt a lot of emotion, knowing that this was actually a kind of seeing the true self and witnessing the initial self.

He reminisced and recalled, the bits and pieces of the past when he practiced swords, one by one reflected in his heart, those old things, the original was already dusty, but now like an ancient book, wipe away the dust, but it is still as clean as new.

"Bonding with the sword. Jiang Feng muttered to himself again.

The existence of these swords is like Chen telling a period of old things, some of which have been passed down from mouth to mouth, and more of which have faded with the passage of time.

Only the sword is eternal!

"Buzz!"

Jiang Feng's heart trembled, the bloodthirsty sword was sacrificed by him, cutting through the void, making a buzzing sound, and the sword qi was released, dazzling and dazzling, and it was impossible to look at directly.

Many of the monks who were watching saw Jiang Feng's sacrificial sword shot, they didn't know why, but their hearts were also shaken, and their breaths were involuntarily and became a little surprised, lest they accidentally disturb Jiang Feng and cause anger, and that kind of consequence was definitely not something they could bear.

There were even some monks who involuntarily retreated a few steps back, and the bloodthirsty sword was so sharp that it could not be forced.

"I have a sword!" Jiang Feng lowered his head, stared at the bloodthirsty sword in his hand, and said loudly......