The eyes are full of the scene, endless spring, which seems to hide the unpredictable transformation of the vicissitudes of heaven and earth, and there seem to be thousands of wisps of green silk, if there is nothing, looming, connecting people with all things in heaven and earth.

Today, when he has reached the age of sixteen, looking at this sword river and bamboo sea in the wind stop, some different feelings arise spontaneously. This feeling, so real, like a howling wind, is so ethereal that it cannot be captured.

The wind stopped feeling that his soul was drifting to a higher place, like a wisp of fresh wind, sweeping over the bamboo tops and the surface of the Baili River. Compared with the vast and vast world, compared with those things that contain vigorous growth, they are so small, like duckweed in the blue sea, floating with the waves. Although duckweed is small, unrestrained, watching everything in the world in one heart, not happy with things, and having its own big leisure. It seems that after reading the warmth and coldness of the world, and not being sad for oneself, it is indeed very comfortable. In this state of selflessness, something seems to have changed in the depths of the soul of the Wind Stop.

The six princesses and their entourage each set up a light boat and broke through the river. A few light boats crossed the river, leaving ripples in their wake.

The soul of the wind stopped looking down at these light boats, but what they saw was not the traces left by the boats, but a few sharp swords out of the sheath, and the sword aura was compelling, as if it was about to tear the entire soul.

"Just get here. ”

Before the people had reached the cliff, the princess spoke and stopped the boat. The six princesses placed the bamboo sword on the bow of the boat and watched the changes.

The bamboo sword seems to be really an ordinary bamboo sword, there is no amazing scene, the scene is silent, everyone is quiet, and they are all waiting for the sword intent to open. Everyone was silent, their minds focused, and the rustling of the distant breeze caressing the bamboo tips could be clearly heard. Just when everyone doubted the effectiveness of the bamboo sword, the word "Jianjiang" on the cliff wall flashed with streamers, emitting inch by inch sword light, like a dusty sword, trying to break free from the cliff.

Seeing this scene, everyone hurriedly sat cross-legged in the boat, feeling the sword intent, hoping that they would get the recognition of this sword intent and make their strength go to the next level.

A three-foot green blade appeared directly in front of the soul of the Wind Stop, and the blade of the sharp sword was emitting a sharp sword light, and the breeze around it was also attracted to the side. The sword hung silently an arm's length in front of his soul, and he felt it calling to him, and he longed for it. At this time, everything in the world is no longer important, there is only this sword in front of him, he has a great attraction, like a young girl, tugging at the fragile heartstrings of an obsessive man.

The three-foot Qingfeng in front of him kept asking for heaven and earth, just like a newborn baby, greedily sucking * allowing his mother's milk * to ask for provisions. The sword is like a whirlpool void hole, the aura of heaven and earth has been absorbed and gathered, this is a child who is not picky, no matter what he gets, he will not refuse. Except for the breeze that surrounds it, there is nothing it can't swallow. Feng Zhijing felt that his soul was also being sucked into it and merged with it.

Feng Zhijing was a little uneasy, not because of fear, he could clearly feel that Qingfeng in front of him had no ill will towards him, and it would not cause any harm. This kind of uneasiness came more from the entire Shenyuan Heaven and Earth, and at this moment, he did not have the feeling of merging with all things in front of him, but felt the rejection of Heaven and Earth. It seems that this heaven and earth are angry at Qingfeng's greedy demand, but there is no way to take it, but he is a bystander, but he has suffered an unjustified disaster and has been abandoned by heaven and earth.

So the soul of the wind stopped wanting to escape, wanted the sword in front of the principle, and returned to his own body. When the human soul leaves the body, the time distance is limited, and with the growth of realm cultivation, it gradually increases. Unless the cultivation has reached the soul body realm, the soul can be blessed with majestic soul power, and it can be independent of the physical body and not dissipate. Ordinary soul warriors are the most taboo about soul out-of-body, and the deeper the cultivation, the faster the soul will dissipate.

Feng Zhijing did not cultivate, but could stay in the outside world for a longer time, but the physical body could not support the soul leaving the body for a long time.

However, Feng Zhijing found that he wanted to retreat and couldn't retreat, and the sword imprisoned his soul in this space, like a cage.

Since he couldn't leave, Feng Zhijing quietly looked at the sharp sword. The Qingfeng in front of him gave him a strong sense of familiarity, as if he could feel what it felt, think about what it thought, as if there was a self in a parallel world to meet him. Looking at it, he fell into obsession, raised his right hand slightly, and subconsciously stretched out to the sword.

The more the wind stopped the hand reached towards the sword, the more the breeze around the sword blew fiercely, as if it was about to transform into a hurricane. But none of this affected him, he seemed to be one of them, and everyone welcomed him. In the sky of the consciousness of the wind stop, many strange stars that ordinary humans have no concept of gradually appeared, but they just appeared, accompanied not by the bright moon, but by the bright sun of the day. The stars floated in the blue sky, and the stars did not belong to the scorching sun at all, and kept sputtering starlight. One of them was the most dazzling, and the sun was eclipsed in the consciousness of the wind.

That is, in the perception of the wind stopping, it seems to have experienced a reincarnation. The palm of his hand was already close to the sword, and without a hint of hesitation, he took it. The moment the fingers were closed, the sword blade was full of green light, like a sleeping dragon being awakened, stirring up a thousand layers of sound between heaven and earth.

A few people in front of the cliff are trying to comprehend, wanting to get the gift of their predecessors. The most effective is Bai Chi, who is a heavenly rune, he is extremely talented, but the sword intent chose him among everyone, and he is about to merge with Bai Chi's white geckos. Others also have a hunch that the biggest benefit of this is that it will be taken up by the white pool. Zhu Xin is even more unwilling, but there is nothing to do, so he can only take advantage of this time to understand more, so that he can understand his artistic conception as soon as possible.

At this time, several people felt a coercion in the sky, and in an instant, the sword intent disappeared, and several people retreated from the state of comprehension.

"Brother Bai Shi is really talented, and he has pocketed the sword intent so quickly, congratulations to Brother Bai Shi,"

The streamer on the cliff wall was gone, and the six princesses put away their bamboo swords and immediately congratulated Bai Chi, and the rest of the people also congratulated.

"That's right, I'm just a little lucky. ”

Bai Chi actually didn't get this sword intent, and at the critical moment when he was absorbing it just now, he didn't want a burst of coercion to suddenly appear, but the sword intent that was about to arrive disappeared. However, everyone thought that he had obtained it, and Bai Chi should have it, and he cared more about this honor.

So where did the sword intent disappear?

When the wind stops holding the green edge, and the sword blade is in full bloom, the sword will be absorbed by the sword intent sealed in the cliff, just like this is what it was originally about, and it comes so easily and naturally. After absorbing the sword intent, the sword became more and more ethereal, and there was a sense of ease.

Feng Zhijing opened his eyes and woke up, and found that he was still standing by the river, and the scene of the fugue just now was like a dream. There seems to be something more in my heart, but I can't fathom it. When she came back to her senses, the princess and her party returned in a boat, and the crowd around them became noisy.

This noisy sound made the wind stop a little impatient. A thought rose in my heart, wanting to slaughter everyone by the river, and when people died, they calmed down.

Bo Ci, who returned by boat, saw the wind by the river at a glance, and at this moment he found that this young man was very special, as if he was the master of heaven and earth, and all things were centered on it.

Feng Zhijing was shocked by the anger in his heart, and he didn't know why he had such a thought, so he immediately calmed down his anxious mood. At this time, I found that I forgot to restrain my breath, and the strange temperament I had since childhood resurfaced outside my body, converged, and continued to enjoy the scenery.

"Weird. ”

Bo Ci let out a low sigh.

"What's wrong with you?"

Zhu Xin's boat leaned against Bo Ci, heard his soft call, and asked out loud.

"It's fine. ”

Bo Ci found that the astonishing aura on Feng Zhijing's body had disappeared, and now he looked at it as just an ordinary plain-robed scholar. Bo Ci was a little surprised, but he didn't explain it to Zhu Xin.

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When the sword intent disappeared and the cliff returned to normal, a man with a bearded face woke up from his sleep on the fork of a tree.

This is the western part of the Shenyuan Continent, at the northern foot of the Tianxi Lingshan Mountain Range, and the peak where a side hall of the Fu God Temple is located. The Fu God Temple has been established for more than tens of thousands of years, and it has always been the force that controls the thunder and lightning in the Shenyuan Continent. Countless soul warriors yearn for the Fu God Temple, and they are proud to join the Fu God Temple.

The mountain range where the main hall of the Fu God Temple is located is the sacred domain in the hearts of all soul warriors, and no one would have thought that there is such a raunchy uncle in this holy domain. He was unkempt, his clothes were in tatters, and there was a large wine gourd hanging from a branch beside him.

"It seems that after the short-lived Master Cen a thousand years ago, Han Qi is about to rise again. ”

"What's the matter, didn't you say that Han Qi is not lucky now, and I'm afraid that a disaster is coming. ”

A wisp of ghost floated out of the sloppy uncle's body, transforming into a blue-eyed tiger, this is a heavenly talisman god, and the quality is not low, it is by no means comparable to the white gecko in Baichi. Amazingly, this rune god was able to speak.

"Han Qi's disaster is true, in the past, I traveled to Han Qi, stayed in the Canglang Building of Liujun, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of heaven and earth. When I took a boat to Zhuhai to take a look, I found that there was an amazing killing sword intent in that piece of heaven and earth, and there was a wisp of ethereal and faint aura. This indicates that there will be an unpredictable catastrophe to befall here. ”

"Then I remembered it, and that sword intent terrified me too. But why didn't you take this sword intent away in the first place, and instead seal it up. ”

"This sword intent is contrary to my way, and it belongs to Han Qi, it is better to stay in Han Qi and wait for someone who is destined. When the Emperor of Han asked me for a way to unseal the seal, I gave it to him, hoping that South Korea could produce a genius to surrender the sword intent and resolve the catastrophe that would not come. ”

"It seems that such a person has appeared. ”

"Just now I sensed that the seal had disappeared, and the sword intent had been obtained. The carefree and weak aura of this sword intent makes it easy to accept the host, but only the truly talented can truly absorb it, and this sword intent is truly subdued. It seems that the next time there will be a biannual Xuanbang, there will be a scary little guy in South Korea. ”