Yan Wuji's words were quite reasonable, and Lin Feng nodded: "Almost all of the strong people who died here were absorbed by the sword intent of Xuanyuan Sword, and they were turned into dry bones in the grave. So this sword intent will eventually come out against me. ”

Now that he had figured these out, Lin Feng was not in a hurry to find the Xuanyuan Sword among the thousands of ancient swords.

He meditated cross-legged on a boulder, concentrating on meditation and emptying his mind, just like a bird flying without concern. The spiritual power emanated, perceiving all the subtle changes in the sword mound.

Yan Wuji also sensed it like this, he tried his best to help, as a monk ten thousand years ago, his spiritual power was also very strong.

The cold wind howled, and this dark sword mound, forgotten by the red world, seemed more and more desolate and lonely, as if this endless cold wind had been blowing like this since thousands of years ago.

Each ancient sword inserted between the boulders is glorious and restrained, simple and heavy, very similar to the surrounding stones.

Lin Feng's spiritual power sensed a very faint power, revealing an eternal desolation. But if you want to use your spiritual power to lock the specific location of this mysterious power, it is difficult to do it, so ethereal and uncertain.

I don't know how long it has been, and in such an environment, time seems to have become meaningless.

Lin Feng meditates intently, and the center of his heart is dusty, as the saying goes: Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust.

Finally, there was a change in the surroundings, and thousands of ancient swords made a buzzing sound and trembled.

All the sound of the sword came together, quite spectacular, and finally turned into a golden dragon, soaring upward, breaking through the dome of the sword mound, and flying into the nine heavens.

"Is the sword intent of Xuanyuan Sword finally about to appear?" Lin Feng opened his eyes with a light smile.

"Don't worry, the old man will help you resist the devouring power of this sword intent. Yan Wuji stood up and held the Yan Dragon Sword in his hand.

And Lin Feng pulled out the Dragon Slaying Sword. Proudly waiting for the sword intent of the Xuanyuan Sword to come.

The stone wall dome shrouded in the high sky of the sword mound shattered, the stones splashed into the void, and the colorful clouds glowed with cold light, like a nebula gathering, and the sword mound appeared bright against the backdrop of this light.

The golden dragon that flew into the sky burst out of the thick clouds again, and then split into eight golden dragons. Roaring and soaring in the multicolored nebula, a majestic momentum arises spontaneously.

Under such a heavenly might, Lin Feng was not afraid, he had seen a lot of big scenes, and now he regarded them as if he were idle.

The body of the dragon slaying sword also emitted a clear humming sound, as if it had received some kind of calling, and it was eager to try, as if it was about to turn into a divine dragon and fly away.

And the ancient swords everywhere were all attracted into the air by an inexplicable suction force at this moment, and then rotated and converged into a majestic sword array. There's a lot of mystery in it.

With Lin Feng's perception of the way of the sword, he could perceive some traces of the Great Dao from this sword array at this moment, but it was not very clear. Eight golden dragons shuttled between the nebula and the sword array, infusing the sword array with energy.

The colorful brilliance in the void was quite dazzling, several lightning bolts were rushing in it like a python, the sword roared sonorously, and the momentum of thousands of ancient swords swept through this world.

Lin Feng and Yan Wuji watched this scene very calmly, because the so-called Xuanyuan Sword Sword Sword Intent was what they really had to deal with.

Suddenly. The sword array swirled and bombarded downward, and the sky was covered with sword rain. Heaven and earth have been obscured by the misty sword shadow, and all the brilliance and sharpness that the ancient sword once converged bloomed at this moment, and the golden sword qi overflowed.

Lin Feng unleashed the Wu Clan's Golden Body Xuangong and transformed it into a golden body state, allowing the rain of swords to slash at his body, despite his overwhelming power. But it only left a few white marks on Kim's body.

And Yan Wuji existed in the form of a soul, so it was not a big deal for the sword blade to be added, he only needed to resist the sword qi contained in the sword rain.

And the true Xuanyuan Sword Intent finally came to the fore in this sword storm and produced a huge explosion in the void nebula. An ancient golden sword spun and flew out.

In terms of shape, it is no different from other ancient swords in the sword mound, and the sword body is full of cloud patterns, containing the calmness and atmosphere of the thick earth.

The sword intent emitted by the Xuanyuan Sword was like a comet crossing the sky, and it flashed in front of Lin Feng in an instant.

Although he had been waiting for the arrival of the sword intent for a long time, he was directly submerged by this sword intent.

Lin Feng was suddenly struck by lightning, and there was a sharp pain in his muscles and muscles, as if he was broken into his bones, but his will was extremely tenacious, and he could still maintain a clear state of mind, paying attention to the whereabouts of this sword intent.

The sword intent had already drilled into Lin Feng's mind, as if to cut a void in his mind, Lin Feng's consciousness and the sword intent resisted, this process was very short, but it was extremely long, no matter what, Lin Feng would not give up, he firmly believed that his willpower could resist the sword intent of the Xuanyuan Sword.

A thick flame energy poured from behind, and it was Yan Wuji who was helping Lin Feng.

Before he could say his words of gratitude, a powerful and incomparably powerful energy shook Yan Wuji away, and his soul form became faint, and he said in surprise: "This sword intent is too domineering, with the power of my soul, I can't even catch its blow, and the next thing is to look at your own creation, don't give up!"

"Don't worry, my will will never be extinguished, I believe I am the Destiny. Xuanyuan Sword Intent surrender to me!"

Lin Feng was full of anger, golden light, and his muscles contained extremely strong explosive power, due to the raging sword intent in his mind, Lin Feng was in severe pain, and the dragon slaying sword was dropped, and he struggled to swing his fists, the fist strength was like a materialized turquoise meteorite, smashing the surrounding earth into a shocking pit, and the sword mound continued to tremble, as if it was about to be destroyed.

At this moment of entanglement, the sword rain was still bombarding, and the ancient swords that fell to the ground were sucked into the nebula of the void by mysterious energy, and then these ancient swords landed with the momentum of the wind and the sea rain.

If it weren't for Lin Feng's Wu Clan's golden body, he would have been crushed by these sword rains, no wonder for thousands of years, no monk has been able to get out of here, after all, many Transfiguration Realm masters don't have such a strong body refining technique as the Wu Clan's golden body.

The sword intent gradually weakened Lin Feng's will, and a spiritual thought came out of it: "Junior little monk, do you also want to get the Xuanyuan Sword and my inheritance?"

"It turned out to be the ancient Emperor Xuanyuan's intention left in the sword intent, you can check if I have the conditions to become a Mandate of Heaven, if you kill me mercilessly, I don't know if you will have to wait for endless years to find the so-called heir. Lin Feng responded with spiritual thoughts.

"Are you qualified to be my heir just because you say that? If you can withstand the bombardment of Xuanyuan's sword intent between the ten breaths, you can barely do it. The thought in the sword intent spoke.

Lin Feng's perseverance and will were extremely tenacious, and his heart sank, and he said, "Just attack the sword intent! As a monk who pursues the supreme sword path, what am I afraid of?"

"Young and frivolous, you will still be buried in the sword mound like the monks of your predecessors, turned into white bones. The sword intent mercilessly continued to attack the will in Lin Feng's mind.

Lin Feng persisted hard, but the incomparably powerful Xuanyuan Sword Intent weakened Lin Feng's will to a faint glow, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time. (To be continued......)