"This kind of sword intent fluctuation seems to be a bit insufficient. Mu Feng opened his eyes and said slowly.

Absorbing the slightest fluctuation containing sword intent, Mu Feng seemed to have an indescribable and inexplicable feeling in his mind, but it was very vague, as if it was separated by a layer of window paper.

Although it only takes a light stab, it can have a kind of awakening comprehension, but this layer of window paper seems to be a little difficult to pierce, at least, with the fluctuation of the sword intent here, it is a little difficult.

Mu Feng turned his head, glanced at Qin Shun on the side, and found that the latter was already immersed in his feelings, and after a little hesitation, he got off the stone platform and walked slowly towards the sword stone.

Soon, Mu Feng walked to a place more than 100 zhang away from the Sword Stone, and then stopped, Mu Feng's actions also attracted a lot of attention, and many disciples of the Infinite Sword Sect looked at Mu Feng in astonishment, and then broke out into a low uproar.

"What the hell does he want to do? Doesn't he want to get close to the sword stone? Didn't he see that the stele said that he was a hundred feet away from the sword stone?"

"He is a disciple of Qingcang Mansion who fought with Fan Tong yesterday, it seems to be called Mu Feng, I heard that he has comprehended the true meaning of killing martial arts. ”

"Comprehending the true meaning of the Killing Martial Dao, is it impossible, right? His cultivation is only a small success in the early stage of the Freedom Realm!"

"It's true, what I saw with my own eyes yesterday, if you don't believe it, you can ask someone. ”

......

Those voices of discussion did not affect Mu Feng, and after Mu Feng's pace stopped slightly, he felt the fluctuation of sword intent emitted by the sword stone, and still continued to raise his feet and walk forward.

Almost all of the disciples opened their eyes. Even Qin Shun, who had just been immersed in comprehension, was awakened and looked at the many sights. was shocked to find that the center of everyone's attention was his senior brother Mu Feng.

Ninety zhang!

Eighty zhang!

Seventy zhang!

......

As Mu Feng got closer and closer to the sword stone, the stunned look on the faces of those Infinite Sword Sect disciples became more and more intense, but they knew that the closer they got to the sword stone, how terrifying the sword intent fluctuations emitted by the sword stone were.

One carelessly. will be severely damaged by that violent sword intent fluctuation, and even directly obliterate the spirit and turn into a walking corpse.

But it looks like it. Mu Feng still didn't mean to stop, his footsteps were still walking towards the sword stone, and with Mu Feng's footsteps, almost everyone's heart. It's all beating violently.

"This guy. Do you think you can compare to Senior Brother Xiahou?"

Many disciples of the Infinite Sword Sect frowned, and there were many of them who tried to get close to the sword stone, but the closer they got to the sword stone, the more violent that sword intent became, and ordinary people couldn't bear it, among the current disciples, even Senior Brother Xiahou, who had comprehended the true meaning of martial arts, only stayed at forty zhang of the sword stone. If you go deeper, it's unbearable.

And the figure of Mu Feng in front of him. It is only more than fifty zhang away from the sword stone.

However, these disciples of the Infinite Sword Sect did not speak out to dissuade them, and many people wanted to see Mu Feng's jokes at first, but they were also a little dumbfounded when they saw Mu Feng walking to a place of more than fifty zhang in one breath.

Among the tens of thousands of disciples of the Infinite Sword Sect, there are only those who can get close to the sword stone of fifty zhang, no more than ten fingers, and those who are close to forty zhang, only Senior Brother Xiahou.

Under the shocking gaze, Mu Feng's figure was also getting closer and closer to the sword stone, and finally stopped at a place of more than fifty zhang.

"Buzz!"

Here, Mu Feng could feel the violent sword intent fluctuations that rushed to his face, and the violent Cheng dù of this kind of sword intent fluctuations was dozens of times stronger than a hundred zhang.

For this kind of violent sword intent fluctuation, even Mu Feng felt a little tricky.

"Boom!"

Behind Mu Feng, a blood-colored vortex of more than a hundred zhang in size suddenly appeared, slowly spinning, absorbing that violent sword intent fluctuation.

"This ...... What a martial art!"

One after another surprised eyes, looking at the blood-colored vortex, their eyes were full of shock and envy and jealousy.

You must know that even among the hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Infinite Sword Sect now, there is only Senior Brother Xiahou who has comprehended the true meaning of martial arts.

Mu Feng stood quietly more than fifty zhang away, but among the many disciples of the Infinite Sword Sect, it seemed to have become a flat boat in the vast sea formed by the fluctuation of violent sword intent, and it could capsize at any time.

At the same time, the gray-robed old man at the door suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a slight surprise on his wrinkled old face.

"Still not enough?"

The violent sword intent fluctuations, through the absorption of the blood-colored vortex, and then poured into Mu Feng's body, Mu Feng could perceive that although the indescribable and inexplicable perception became clearer and clearer, the thin layer of window paper could never be pierced.

After a slight hesitation, Mu Feng directly stepped forward again under the horrified gaze of the many Infinite Sword Sect disciples.

"Shhh

As Mu Feng stepped forward again, those disciples of the Infinite Sword Sect all gasped, this guy, did he want to break Senior Brother Xiahou's record? You must know that every time he is close to ten zhang away from the sword stone, the furious Cheng Dù of that kind of sword intent fluctuation will be more than ten times.

Even the gray-robed old man at the entrance of the stone tower twitched slightly, and a flash of light flashed in his gloomy eyes.

Under the gaze of one after another, Mu Feng was also getting closer and closer to the sword stone.

Fifty zhang!

Forty-nine zhang!

......

Forty-one zhang!

Forty zhang!

Finally, Mu Feng's figure stopped again at a distance of forty zhang, and as Mu Feng's footsteps stopped, all the disciples of the Infinite Sword Sect breathed a sigh of relief.

If Mu Feng took one step further, he would break Senior Brother Xiahou's record, which made them unacceptable.

But even so, in the eyes of every disciple of the Infinite Sword Sect, there is an incredible, you must know that Senior Brother Xiahou is the cultivation of the Great Perfection at the peak of the Easy Realm, coupled with the identity of a high-grade soul maker, and comprehending the true meaning of the martial arts, he can only walk forty zhang away from the sword stone.

And this Mu Feng in front of him, only the cultivation of the Great Perfection in the early stage of the Easy Realm, even if he comprehended the true meaning of martial arts, how could he be compared to Senior Brother Xiahou?

When Mu Feng stayed forty zhang away from the sword stone, he also realized that if he took another step, his soul would be completely hit by the violent sword intent fluctuations emitted by the sword stone, and even directly wipe out his spiritual intelligence.

The violent sword intent fluctuations, like a volcanic eruption, swept in, and the blood-colored vortex poured into Mu Feng's body.

Mu Feng's body, under the impact of this violent sword intent fluctuation, also trembled fiercely, but in his mind, there was a slight cracking sound coming out.

"What a furious sword intent!"

As those sword intent fluctuations entered his body, Mu Feng's eyes gradually became solemn, this kind of violent sword intent fluctuations made his scalp a little numb, but fortunately, he comprehended the true meaning of martial arts, otherwise, like everyone else, he honestly returned to the stone platform a hundred zhang away to absorb the sword intent.

At the moment when that kind of violent sword intent fluctuation poured into his body, Mu Feng's mind also became a little trance-like, and faintly, there were pictures flashing through his mind.

In a picture, there is a tall figure, holding a long sword, and swinging a sword lightly, that sword is extremely plain, but where the sword body passes, the space is shattered, and an indescribable domineering sword intent is swept away like a tide.

......

Scenes flashed through Mu Feng's mind, and in this kind of picture, Mu Feng gradually had a strange understanding.

The sword intent is formless and colorless, but it is real, cultivated to the extreme, can be condensed and formed, majestic as the sea, in front of this vast sword intent, people have undoubtedly become extremely small.

......

The surrounding disciples of the Infinite Sword Sect were already unable to care about cultivation, and their eyes were all firmly fixed on Mu Feng, only to see Mu Feng standing quietly more than forty feet away from the sword stone, the blood-colored vortex behind him slowly spinning, absorbing the violent sword intent fluctuations.

On the surface of Mu Feng, there was a faint layer of blood-colored light flickering, and the aura on his body was also slowly improving.

"This pervert!"

Qin Shun was still a little worried about Mu Feng at first, but when he saw Mu Feng's appearance, he couldn't help but put his mind at ease, and secretly scolded, he no longer paid attention to Mu Feng, his eyes slowly closed, and he began to comprehend the sword intent.

"Is this still a human being, when did Qingcang Mansion have such an amazing disciple?"

"That's right, the disciple who came to communicate before, although it's not bad, it's not so perverted?"

......

For the surrounding discussions and shocking gazes, Mu Feng was obviously unable to detect it at this time, because all his attention was on absorbing the fluctuation of sword intent and comprehending sword intent.

With more and more violent sword intent fluctuations pouring into his body, Mu Feng was able to perceive thousands of sword intents from these sword intent fluctuations.

"The artistic conception of the mountain!"

"Thunder's Artistic Conception!"

"The Artistic Conception of Time!"

"The artistic conception of space!"

......

However, it is obvious that these thousands of sword intents are not all suitable for him!

Finally, in Mu Feng's mind, there was a picture scene, a thin and thin figure, facing the joint siege of more than 100 powerhouses of the same level, but there was no fear at all, between the sword light, the more than 100 powerhouses of the same level were all blasted into a cloud of blood mist by a sword, and that figure did not show any martial arts from beginning to end, but only relied on the sword light containing sword intent to blast the opponent.

Seeing this picture scene, Mu Feng suddenly burst into ecstasy, from the thousands of sword intents emanating from the sword stone, he finally found the killing sword intent that was suitable for him!

Artistic Conception of Killing!(To be continued......