After eating Zhu Guo, after resting for a while, Feng Xuan followed the little sister Feng Ming to set off again, this time the distance was farther, Feng Ming took Feng Xuan's sword and walked, and it took a while to reach the destination.

The flying sword flew in the air, Feng Xuan finally understood what Feng Ming said about the chaotic stones, looking at it, this was simply a wasteland, with a large pile of stones, exposed yellow sand, and a forest of chaotic stones.

"It's such a broken place, I don't understand that there are so many people who come to practice!" Feng Ming lowered his flying sword, pointed at the disciples of the valley, and said with a pout.

"Burial Sword Cliff ......" Feng Xuan had a special feeling when he got off the flying sword, and slowly walked into this wasteland, stroking the rocks, and muttering the three big characters on a big stone in a daze.

Suddenly, an invisible sword qi attacked, Yun Xiaoqi saw it clearly, and without the slightest hesitation, he pulled out the long sword on his back to meet the attacking sword qi.

"Little junior brother, what's wrong with you, suddenly draw your sword?" Feng Ming was still wondering, and Feng Xuan, who was holding the sword, suddenly took out his sword and slashed into the air, and said in surprise at the moment.

As soon as the words fell, I only heard the sound of "ding", which was the sound of swords colliding, obviously there was no one next to him, and the other disciples were all meditating, but Feng Xuan's sword really shot down a sword qi.

"Little Senior Sister back off, there's something weird here!" Feng Xuan said solemnly in front of Feng Ming.

"Goo... Little junior brother, is it really weird?" Feng Ming still didn't believe it, but the previous voice clearly came into his ears, and the sound could be faked, but the sword mark not far from the ground really existed.

"I don't know, maybe someone is pretending to be a ghost!" Feng Xuan said with great vigilance.

While speaking, Feng Xuan seemed to feel that the sword qi was coming, but there was no trace of the sword qi at all, he opened his blood-painted eyes at the moment, and the next moment Feng Xuan was drenched in cold sweat, in the real world, the sword qi in the sky was like raindrops attacking him, Feng Xuan was very sure, the goal was himself, and when he pushed Feng Ming away, he ran away with the sword and ran into the distance, trying to divert the sword qi as much as possible.

"Little junior brother one by one!" Feng Ming looked at Feng Xuan, who ran into the distance, as if he understood something, and shouted loudly.

At this moment, Feng Xuan couldn't care about the shouts of the little senior sister, the sword qi in the sky was endless, Feng Xuan was holding the long sword at the moment, just like the long sword facing Zuo Tianya at that time.

The familiar feeling in his heart became more and more prevalent, for some reason, Feng Xuan at this time suddenly felt that he liked this feeling so much, ten thousand swords attacked, shuttling in the sword qi, and following the familiar feeling, Feng Xuan pointed to the long sword and closed his eyes.

With a mysterious step under his feet, the long sword flew in his hand, sometimes like a dragon soaring into the air, sometimes like a breeze blowing, Feng Xuan walked in countless sword qi like this, the long sword waved rapidly, faster and faster, at the beginning you could see the figure, as the long sword accelerated, gradually only the afterimage could be seen.

The sound of "clanging" kept coming, and as Feng Xuan waved his long sword, traces caused by the sword qi shot down by Feng Xuan appeared on the bare land around him from time to time.

Feng Ming's mouth opened wide, not knowing what to say, and the disciples around him who were meditating all stood up and silently watched Feng Xuan dancing his sword in the clearing, all with envious looks in their eyes.

Feng Xuan was completely silent in the sword rain at the moment, and the endless sword qi began to fall from the Nine Heavens, and then attacked from all directions, bathed in the sword rain, Feng Xuan became more and more happy and happy, and the interest was thick, and Feng Xuan let out a happy roar.

Without using a single cent of true yuan, he purely relied on his physical strength to dance the sword, and with a familiar feeling, Feng Xuan became more and more proficient, faster and faster, until his physical strength was exhausted.

Suddenly, Feng Xuan roared, and at the moment when his physical strength was exhausted, he stood in front of him with his sword in both hands, looking up to the sky and roaring, and the sword rain in the sky roared, and all of them were submerged into Feng Xuan's body in the shocked eyes of all the disciples, and it turned out to be the last wave of sword qi.

Feng Ming couldn't see the invisible sword qi, but there was no shortage of disciples here who had seen through the doorway, especially the endless sword qi entering the body at the end, everyone showed a solemn look, but Feng Xuan seemed to be enjoying the feeling of sword qi entering the body.

"This is a man who lives by swords!" muttered one of the disciples.

"Ten thousand swords into the body, I might as well too!" another disciple muttered to himself.

"If you are afraid of sword qi and still learn what kind of sword dao, if you don't have ten thousand swords buried in your heart, how can you bury ten thousand swords?" Feng Xuan's performance was meticulous in Jian Fusheng's eyes, and Jian Fusheng said with great satisfaction.

Wan Dao sword qi into the body is not a joke, Feng Xuan, who has exhausted his strength, laughed happily, lying on the barren land and gulping his rough clothes, the ground is already covered with blood, Feng Xuan seems to not feel pain, his mind does not know where to fly, this familiar feeling fascinates him.

"Little junior brother?" Feng Ming watched Feng Xuan fall to the ground, covered in blood, and rushed forward regardless of the danger at the moment, took out a lot of panacea from the storage package, and stuffed it into Feng Xuan's mouth.

"You little girl, do you want to kill him?" At this time, a blaming voice came from behind, it was the Great Elder with white hair.

"Great Elder, save the little junior brother, Feng Ming please!" Feng Ming prayed as he pulled the Great Elder's arm with a crying voice.

"Little Nizi, if you continue to hold on to the old man's arm, you little junior brother will really be hopeless!" said the Great Elder helplessly.

"Ahh

The Great Elder ignored Feng Ming, stretched out his thin right hand, spread his five fingers and pressed towards Feng Xuan's chest.

As if sensing something, Feng Xuan raised his right hand without warning, and the sword qi on the sword finger was frantically condensed.

"If you lose consciousness, you will still condense sword qi, no wonder Fusheng values you so much, sword cultivation is a monster!" The Great Elder said helplessly, but his left hand was merciless, he stretched out the palm of his left hand to suppress Feng Xuan's sword fingers, and his right hand continued to press towards Feng Xuan's chest. The first grab

"Ahem!" Feng Xuan's lying body twisted for a long time, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and then a heart-rending scream came out, "Ah... Yes.. Ahh

"Little junior brother!" Feng Ming ran up with an arrow step, and just as a large number of elixirs were pouring towards Feng Xuan's mouth, the voice of the Great Elder came out again.

"Don't mess around, just eat one pill, you little girl cares about it!" the Great Elder scolded with a doting smile.

"Little junior brother, eat it!" Feng Ming immediately picked out two pills and put them in Feng Xuan's mouth and said.

Feng Xuan is now a trace of strength is gone, the indescribable severe pain all over his body, even the strength to chew is gone, looking at Feng Ming with a blank eye, motioning for her to hold her chin and help chew it, who knows that Feng Ming saw this scene, immediately put the pill in his mouth, chewed quickly, and then went up to Feng Xuan's mouth without the slightest hesitation.

Feng Xuan's eyes immediately widened, his mind went blank, and he let the elixir flow into his throat, and it still had the taste of rouge of the little senior sister, sweet and fragrant.

Feng Ming was also in a hurry, and after finishing his work, he looked at Feng Xuan's wide eyes, his cheeks were red, and he didn't realize how he could make such a bold move.

"What do you see, dislike me?" Feng Ming immediately reprimanded.

"No, eat it all!" Feng Xuan hurriedly said, Feng Ming heard Feng Xuan say this, so he snorted lightly and stopped caring.

"You kid is really messing around, you dare to bury ten thousand swords without the slightest foundation in swordsmanship, I don't know whether to say that you have commendable courage or are pitifully stupid!" The Great Elder said immediately despite Feng Ming's eyebrows and Feng Xuan's eyebrows.

"Ten Thousand Swords in the Heart?" Feng Xuan said lightly, he dared to induce qi into the body without the consent of his master, this thing is nothing compared to the induction of qi into the body, and when he remembered the previous things, he couldn't help but smirk

"Maybe the old man is old and doesn't have this kind of courage anymore!" The Great Elder looked at Feng Xuan, who was smiling, and turned around to leave with a silent voice.

"You're still laughing, you scared people to death just now!" Feng Ming said viciously to Feng Xuan as he watched the Great Elder leave.

"I didn't expect that this sword qi would attack suddenly, even if I didn't resist, I couldn't escape, since I couldn't dodge, I could only smile in the end!" Feng Xuan said with his hands outstretched.

"Then since it's okay, let's go back, it's not early!" Feng Ming looked at Feng Xuan and was still smiling, and said angrily at the moment.

“...........”

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm unconscious and can't move, little senior sister, you help me up!" Feng Xuan said.

"Let you be strong!" Feng Ming scolded with a smile as he helped him up.

"Can you go?"

"I can still move!"

"Then let's go!" Feng Ming said and got up with his sword and left with Feng Xuan, and the disciples around him never said a word, watching Feng Xuan leave, looking at this wasteland with a determined look.

That night, it was said that the Great Elder stayed awake all night and kept cursing a certain bastard, while Feng Xuan just sneezed twice and slowly fell asleep under Feng Ming's care.

In the following days, Feng Xuan was too seriously injured to get out of bed, and Feng Ming has been taking care of him during this time. In his spare time, Feng Xuan was surprised to find that after ten thousand swords entered the body, the sealing seal in his body had actually been damaged in a large area, and he was immediately happy, and Feng Xuan thought that it would be possible to completely break the sealing seal after a few more times?

As his injured body gradually improved, he ate the elixir given to him by the wind and tea every day, and he was able to get out of bed and move after a few days.

But what followed was greater despair, Feng Xuan found that the Seal had indeed changed, and when he received the Ten Thousand Swords into his body, the Seal had been greatly damaged, but with the improvement of his body, the Seal seemed to have his own sanity, and began to absorb the true element and recover automatically.

Feng Xuan found that this scene made him feel painful, and the moment of sealing the Zen seal was as if the century was in his body, he continued to absorb the true yuan and strengthen it, forming shackles hard, gradually growing, and finally turning into chains like Dao Ancestors.

Feng Xuan only realized the true face of the Pure Land Sect at this moment, and the sealing of the Zen seal was so insidious and vicious, and it could not be shaken off for a lifetime, until the true yuan was exhausted and emaciated, and he died in pain.....

"Pure Land Sect ......" Feng Xuan's hideous face was shattered, and he muttered these three words to death.

Feng Ming saw all this in her eyes, pursed her lips, obviously she already knew the incomprehension of the Zen seal, and looking at the desperate little junior brother, she was also inexplicably painful.

"Little junior brother, let's eat something!" Feng Ming didn't know how to comfort Feng Xuan now, so he had to sit on the ground with him, handed Feng Xuan a Zhu Guo and said softly.

"Little Senior Sister, do you say that everyone can't escape fate?" Feng Xuan didn't answer Zhu Guo, but said with blank eyes.