Chapter 44: Sword Wind

After Liu Feng stood up, he looked at himself again, and found that his body, which was originally better, had become extremely thin again, I am afraid that Wang Xizhi's thin man can be said to be fat compared to himself.

Walking out of the cave, listening to the sound of the wind, with a wave of his hand, the sword qi flew out with great ease, hitting a rabbit that was eating grass, looking at the rabbit that was bleeding, Liu Feng sighed, the rabbit is so cute, you have to eat it with your head.

After eating a meal of rabbit meat and filling his stomach slightly, Liu Feng felt that with the two soul melting, his body became more and more unhuman, and the whole rabbit got off the stomach, and it was digested clean in a blink of an eye, and there was more hunger in the body.

"It seems that this kind of transformation is too costly, my body has too much deficit, and I need to fill it quickly!" Liu licked his lips, this is the situation is pressing, forcing him to become a foodie.

With the ability to listen to the wind, Liu Feng began to capture the wild game and mountain delicacies in the mountains, and after a little barbecue, he swallowed it in his stomach, and digested it in an instant, and some creatures such as pheasants, he gnawed them together with the bones.

With Liu Feng's wanton eating and drinking, there was finally a warm feeling in his body, and then he looked at his body again, and it was slightly full again, although it was still very thin, but at least it was not the feeling of bones.

Liu Feng stood on the top of the mountain, since the sword bone was cast again, the innate perception of the sword came back again, and because of the recasting of the edge, this spiritual perception has gone one step further.

Holding a sword in his hand, feeling the violent wind on the top of the mountain, everything around him was poured out by the wind, and was received by Liu Feng, with his eyes slightly closed, Liu Feng recalled Yu Zhiyu's every move, among so many people, Yu Zhiyu was the most powerful person he had ever seen.

The other party made the sword momentum like a heavy rain in the sky and earth intoxicating, and recalled together, as well as all kinds of people who had fought these days, their strength was strong or weak, Liu Feng recalled it little by little, and absorbed anything that could be absorbed, and little by little it became his own.

After casting the sword bone, Liu Feng was like hanging in the aspect of swordsmanship, following the unpredictable mountain wind on the top of the mountain, constantly changing the sword path, from a sword to a harmonious and weird trajectory quickly changed, to finally slowly formed a set of relatively fixed sword moves.

In the end, it was not Liu Feng's sword that changed along the mountain wind, but the mountain wind that rotated with Liu Feng's sword, and from a distance, you could vaguely see a tornado rotating on the top of the mountain, and the place where Liu Feng danced his sword was the center of the tornado.

With Liu Feng's last swing of the sword, the entire tornado was torn apart, countless winds overflowed, and some of the winds even cut everything around them like sword qi, and the branches of the trees flew wildly, looking at all this, Liu Feng was slightly proud in his heart, if he passed through a place where elementary school students were rampant, it was estimated that he could also get the title of a wind sword hero.

Of course, Liu Feng also knew that it was his own delusion, and the reason why he was able to set off this gale was because of the geographical advantage, the top of the mountain was already windy, and he danced his sword for more than half an hour in a row, which successfully dominated the wind on the top of the mountain.

But the arrogance that should be there can not be lost.,Self-holding the wind sword and going further.,It's already a small success.,At present, it's simply divided into two stages.,The first stage is called Shun Sword.,The second stage is called the wind.。

Liu Feng believes that the Listening Wind Sword will become more and more perfect, and he will become stronger and stronger, after all, he has only cultivated the sword for a few days, even if he cheats one after another with the help of the sword bone and Qingxin Lu, but the time is still too short.

"After being proficient for a while, I will go to Locke's Village. Liu Feng gasped slightly, this feeling of getting stronger every moment really made him feel endless pleasure, because with the progress of his strength, his soul was also constantly strengthening, allowing him to get rid of the inferiority complex and waste thinking in the past.

And Locke's Village is not simple, after all, it was once the top martial arts family, even after losing the gluttony mask, they still maintain a strong foundation, and if they are not careful, Liu Feng may fall into it.

Liu Feng relied on knowing the wind, constantly understanding the rotation of the wind, and kept touching the wind with his sword, Liu Feng's sword of listening to the wind became more and more terrifying, at first Liu Feng's sword was just fast after all, but as he swung the sword for longer and longer, and accumulated more and more wind, then his sword will become faster and faster, smoother and smoother, more and more sharp, and more and more terrifying.

Even if Liu Feng is given enough time to dance the sword in Luojiazhuang, he may even set off a small tornado, of course, that is almost his limit, his will, physical strength, and calculation are all limiting him.

"Although the sword path is smooth, the reaction to fighting with people still needs to come step by step!" Liu Feng sword with the wind, directly cut off a big tree, feeling the power of the wind lingering above, Liu Feng thought slightly, people are not trees, people will resist, the power of the wind on the blade to cut dead things he is sure not to mess up, but once the target resists, it is estimated that the wind above will be directly chaotic.

"This can only be perfected step by step in actual combat. Liu Feng put away his sword and caught the falling bird's nest, he had been in this mountain forest for three days, and today he had to set off, otherwise he would not have time to rush to Nanshan to complete the quest.

"It's time to go!" Liu Feng carried the ordinary long sword, squinted his eyes and carefully sensed the summoning from the mask, and then wore a tattered suit and walked towards the location of the sense.

"Why hasn't he come yet?" At this time, the most impatient person was Luo Feiyan, because if she couldn't kill Liu Feng, then the mask she took back would actually have little effect, and if she wanted to work, at least until Liu Feng died.

"How many times have you said it, Feiyan, steady, the more impatient you are, the easier it is to have problems, Mount Tai collapsed in front of you and the color remains the same, if your heart will be affected by external things too easily, then your achievements will never be too high, and I will not continue to support you as the head of the family, that is not to help you, that is to harm you!" said the head of the Luo family indifferently.

Back then, he maintained such composure, defeated one opponent after another, grabbed any power that could be grasped, and became the head of the Locke family step by step, even on the day he became the head of the family, he always maintained this indifference, as if nothing could interfere with his mind.

"Yes, father!" Luo Feiyan heard her father's words, and quickly nodded yes, she has been deeply influenced by her father over the years, she is not chaotic, and she is decisive in trouble, but it is a pity that after all, the position of the head of the family is involved, which makes his style a little messy.

The head of the Luo family looked at his daughter, his expression remained indifferent, he looked up at the sky in the distance, and gradually remembered the past a long time ago, and remembered the words he said with a light smile when he killed that person with his own hands.

"Luo Feng, take care of my daughter, don't let him learn from me, be emotional!"