"Finally... Finally waited for a good seedling, and there was hope. ”

The wood grain puppet, with a look of excitement in its dull eyes.

Rumble!

At this time, Mu Feng, the long sword was inserted into the ground!

The upper body is bare, and the body is thin, but the muscle lines are extremely beautiful, and it seems that every inch of muscle is full of explosive power!

"Come on!"

Mu Feng's long hair was flying, and his eyes were full of war intent!

Thundered!

High in the sky, the thunder and lightning sword qi rolled, as if provoked, and the madness was pregnant with a powerful attack.

Whew!

A thigh-thick terrifying blood-red thunder and lightning sword qi tore through the space, facing Mu Feng, slashing hard!

"Here comes the sword!"

Mu Feng made a move, and the long sword appeared in Mu Feng's hand.

This thunder and lightning sword qi made him feel a trace of danger.

"Boom!"

Under the soles of his feet, the spiritual power exploded violently, Mu Feng's figure was directly pulled up, and the long sword in his hand shot directly at the red thunder and lightning sword.

Rumble!

Woohoo!

The two collided fiercely, Mu Feng was directly bombarded to the ground, and countless red thunder and lightning sword qi swam on the surface of the young man's body, like thorns, terrifying.

"Dragon pattern change!"

"Aang!"

A loud dragon roar resounded throughout the space!

The golden dragon directly devoured the sword qi around Mu Feng's body, and suddenly, several dragon patterns lit up!

"It worked!"

Mu Feng was extremely excited, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up again, pointed the tip of his sword at the sky, and said provocatively: "It's not cool, it's not good, let's come more violently." ”

Rumble!

Thunder sword qi, muffled thunder rolling, exuding a destructive aura.

"Buzz!"

The space trembled, and thousands of words appeared in the void.

"Thunder!"

This sword style pays attention to comprehending the thunder sword intent and condensing it to resist the red thunder sword qi in the sky before it can be cleared.

However, the strong man who left this sword qi probably didn't expect that in the future, there would be a bold boy who would resist his thunder sword qi with his physical body and use it to refine his physical body.

Of course, this sword palace was used by the Lingxiao Sword Sect to select disciples, if it was a thunderous sword qi from the original powerhouse, it could directly seriously injure Mu Feng, or even kill him.

"Okay, good, it turns out that there is vitality in destruction, this is the mystery of the thunder type, this predecessor who founded the thunder style is worthy of being a genius of the sky!"

Soon, Mu Feng mastered the mysteries of the thunder style, and while constantly refining his physical body, he practiced swordsmanship!

Airplanes!

One thousand two hundred dragon patterns lit up, that is to say, the Thunder Sword Palace alone helped Mu Feng to improve the power of two hundred dragon patterns again.

At this time, Mu Feng had already mastered the thunder style to the realm of the first glimpse, and with the strong body, he easily passed the level!

"Good, good, inductee, you're excellent!"

The wood grain puppet stepped forward to congratulate.

Mu Feng raised his eyebrows, and always felt that the wood grain puppet in front of him was too humane.

It seemed that after seeing Mu Feng's death, the wood grain puppet seemed to want to grin, but it couldn't be completed after all.

"Actually, I was originally a human being. ”

The words are not shocking, and they are endless.

As soon as the wood grain puppet came out, Mu Feng was immediately startled.

"What?"

"On that day, the Lingxiao Sword Sect suffered a catastrophe, and the entire sect was destroyed. I knew I was going to die. ”

"However, out of admiration for Shizun and love for the sect, I asked Shizun to seal a trace of my soul in this wood-grain puppet and select qualified candidates for the sect. ”

"So, the original me is dead, and what I leave behind is just a remnant soul. ”

The woodgrain puppet told the truth, but there was a hint of loneliness in the words.

Mu Feng nodded and said, "What kind of calamity broke a third-level sect?"

"A dark and evil force. ”

Wood Grain Golem Road.

Mu Feng frowned, vaguely, he felt that he had something to do with the dark evil palace.

"And, in the ninth palace, there is a sealed evil demon at the level of a martial king!"

"Holy!"

Mu Feng couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

This wood-grain puppet is really amazing, and his inductee, in front of the demon of the martial king level, is like an ant.

"Senior brother, don't panic. ”

The wood grain puppet said lightly.

"This demon has already been hit hard. Sealed on the plane for thousands of years, strength, never one. ”

Hearing this, Mu Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the young man's eyes flashed, and he exclaimed, "You don't want me to kill that demon, do you?" ”

Although his strength has increased greatly now, it is conservatively estimated that he can challenge some low-level martial sects, but in the face of the strong martial king, he is a little weak-hearted.

"Hehe, you look down on yourself too much. If the demon was so easily destroyed, it wouldn't have survived today. ”

The wood-grain puppet seemed to smile contemptuously.

"All you need to do is comprehend the Ninth Style Sword Technique and seal and strengthen it. ”

"Over the years, this demon has shown signs of recovery, and the outside has also been eroded by its evil aura, and some demon cubs are ready to save him, but they haven't found it yet. ”

"This is also one of the reasons why your Biyun Sword Sect always suffers from calamities. "Wood Grain Golem Road.

"Always?" Mu Feng frowned slightly.

"That's right, you, the Biyun Sword Sect, are now under attack. ”

As he spoke, the wood-grain puppet waved his hand, and a light mirror appeared, and scenes immediately emerged.

Seeing this, Mu Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and the cold killing intent on his body swept the heavens and the earth!

On the screen, it is the main peak of the Biyun Sword Sect!

At this time, thousands of white-clothed figures were covered in blood, and they were resisting a man shrouded in black fog with all their might.

This man, Mu Feng knew, was Duan Lingxing!

And Duan Lingxing's momentum was shocking, holding a black spear, and the sword array presided over by Jian Chen, the attack was powerless, and it was crumbling!

And Qiu Wanjian fell to the ground, and at the shoulder, the flesh and blood rolled up, and he was seriously injured!

As soon as the scene changed, the dense ghost beasts, all over the mountains and fields, fought with countless disciples, extremely tragic, every moment, there were disciples of the Sword Sect who were killed and devoured flesh and blood.

Countless ghost beasts regard the disciples of the Biyun Sword Sect as a delicious meal!

"Damn it!"

In Mu Feng's eyes, there was a trace of blood red.

The killing intent swept away like a tide.

This made the wood grain puppets all startled, shocking Mu Feng, a weak man who had just been promoted to a martial artist, how could he have such killing intent!

"Can I get out?"

Mu Feng's murderous intent was rolling, and his voice was hoarse.

"No, you must first master the ninth form of the Nine Swords of Ling Xiao and strengthen the seal, otherwise, once the Demon King awakens, he will attract even more powerful enemies!"

The wood grain puppet said solemnly.

"Good!"

Mu Feng was so anxious, now the Biyun Sword Sect was in dire straits, and he couldn't delay for a moment.

Because, there are his masters, his relatives and friends, and Mu Feng doesn't want them to be harmed!

"Duan Lingxing, you should be damned!"

Mu Feng roared in his heart and stepped directly into the ninth house!

Cold, straight into the bone marrow-like chill, from the moment Mu Feng entered the ninth palace, he trembled.