Call!

Liu Feng waved his hand and sacrificed the Qinglong Ding, and communicated with his divine sense, hoping that the Qinglong Ding would recognize the master.

However, the artifact has the arrogance of the artifact, let alone Liu Feng after being injured, even when he is in good condition, Qinglong Ding will not recognize him as the master.

The reason is very simple, because Liu Feng is not a medicine cultivator, but a sword cultivator. For Qinglong Ding, recognizing the Lord is equivalent to self-mockery.

Just as Shenjian will not recognize medicine cultivation as the master, the Tao is not the same. Unless, there is a great external force, will be wronged and admit the Lord.

But now Liu Feng, what can he do to suppress the Qinglong Ding and make it aggrieved and admit its master? Spiritual power can't be gathered, the fire of the Force can't be invoked, and there is no capital at all.

Qinglong Ding's Divine Sense also told Liu Feng that it was actually not difficult to recognize the master, as long as Liu Feng gave up sword cultivation and changed to medicine cultivation, it would immediately recognize the master, and it would let Liu Feng's cultivation be improved.

For Liu Feng, this requirement does not need to be considered at all, and it is absolutely impossible for him to do that. Isn't that equivalent to giving up the capital of the strong?

In that case, what else can you talk about guarding your family, what kind of domination of the world, let alone leading the disciples of the Sword Sect to avenge your thousand-year-old blood vengeance.

In this way, Liu Feng and Qinglongding did not back down from each other and were deadlocked there.

In the end, Qinglong Ding didn't want to consume it, so he asked Liu Feng to hand over the Tiger Ding and the White Elephant Ding and let it take it away, so that the two sides would no longer have anything to do with it.

Shout!

Suddenly, a golden light rushed out from Liu Feng's sea of knowledge, standing proudly less than five feet in front of the Qinglong Ding, it was the first sharp weapon that he had inadvertently obtained, the holy sword of the head of the weapon.

"Just Qinglong Ding, you dare to be so rude to my sword cultivators, do you want to become a pile of scum?"

The Holy Sword Spirit spoke coldly with anger. At the same time, the majestic sword intent enveloped this space, making people tremble.

Even Lie Yan, who was collecting elixir in the distance, shuddered and whispered, "The sword intent is so scary, this holy sword girl's temper is too hot." ”

"Hey, Qinglong Ding, Qinglong Ding, what are you talking about, just let the boss give up sword cultivation, aren't you sincere in provoking the Holy Sword girl, can't you find it yourself." ”

Lie Yan muttered to himself as he continued to collect medicine. It knew that with the Holy Sword in place, everything would not be a problem. No matter how tricky Qinglong Ding is, he doesn't dare to argue with the holy sword.

You know, there are many stories of the Holy Sword killing the Golden Immortal in the legend. What do you want to play?

Sure enough, after Qinglong Ding saw the holy sword, he didn't dare to come out, so he hurriedly floated down and honestly returned to Liu Feng's palm.

But it still didn't want to admit the master, and communicated with the holy sword: "Big sister, you are unreasonable." Liu Feng is a sword cultivator, isn't it good for me to recognize him as the master?"

"For example, if you ask the eldest sister to recognize a medicine cultivator as the master, will you agree......?"

"Are you comparable to me?" Sword Spirit said coldly: "Give you three breaths to choose, either recognize the Lord or become scum, I don't have time to chew your tongue." ”

"I ......"

"One!"

The sword spirit didn't give Qinglong Ding more opportunities to communicate, and counted directly.

In this way, Qinglongding has the heart to hit tofu, and secretly scolds this dead Sanba for being too unreasonable, relying on his own strength, he has to let himself cross the border to recognize the master, is there any royal law?

It is conceivable that Qinglong Ding knows the temper of the Holy Sword, and he has always said the same. confronted her, and the only end was to be crushed.

Therefore, Qinglongding can only be very aggrieved to recognize Liu Feng as the master.

Swish!

A blue light jumped out of the Qinglong Ding, instantly submerged into Liu Feng's eyebrows, came to the sea of knowledge, communicated with Liu Feng's divine sense, and quickly completed the recognition of the master.

At this moment, Liu Feng felt that the Qinglong Ding had brought him powerful spiritual energy, which was even more majestic than when the Ten Thousand Flame Divine Sword first recognized the master.

Moreover, these spiritual energies also have a great medicinal effect, repairing all their broken tendons and veins, and completely healing the wounds of their internal organs.

Liu Feng hurriedly sat cross-legged, mobilizing the spiritual power in the sea of qi to welcome the arrival of his new partner. At the same time, he also guided the spiritual energy brought by the Qinglong Ding to recognize the Lord, wandering all over the body, impacting the acupuncture points that had not yet been opened.

Boom Boom Boom ......

A dull sound came from the body, making Liu Feng feel a sharp pain, and sweat kept coming out, wetting his clothes.

At this moment, Liu Feng only had to understand why the illusion was a watershed. The previous breakthroughs were all very smooth, and there was no such feeling.

Now, it has brought great suffering. If the muscles and veins and internal organs are not repaired, these violent collisions are estimated to cost a small life.

Fortunately, this process did not last long, and it calmed down in just half an hour, and the bloodlines of many games were opened, and the spiritual power ran more smoothly.

The feeling after the pain made Liu Feng enjoy it very much, and after exhaling a breath of turbidity, he checked his inner body to see if his cultivation would soar like before.

But this time it was very unexpected, the spiritual energy brought by the Qinglong Ding Confession, only after Liu Feng broke through the watershed of five hundred changes, reaching five hundred and one changes.

But just like that, it made Liu Feng feel that there was a world of difference from before.

Liu Feng is very sure that the previous ten himself is definitely not his current opponent. Moreover, the second heaviest Wild Stream Running Skill of the Wanliu Sword Technique also appeared in his mind.

Liu Feng suppressed the joy in his heart, and smiled at the Holy Sword: "Sister Sword Spirit, there are more!"

"Hmph!" Sword Spirit snorted coldly: "It's only good to strike iron and learn to be hard, even the little Qinglong Ding can't let him recognize the master, are you ashamed? Hurry up and cultivate, otherwise I will break your knowledge of the sea!"

After finishing speaking, the golden light flashed again, submerged into Liu Feng's sea of knowledge, and continued to sleep.

Liu Feng took a breath of cold air, and his back was cold. This is a bit too scary, isn't it, if you break the sea of consciousness, won't you let the divine consciousness be destroyed together?

Although he knew that the Holy Sword was joking, Liu Feng still felt terrible. With such a big temper of the holy sword, I really can't guarantee that she won't do it.

You must improve your cultivation quickly!

Of course, what Liu Feng wants to do now is to see how many Ten Thousand Flame Divine Swords he can control, and see how powerful the Wild Rush Skill is.

"Sword out!"

Liu Feng let out a low cry and threw the Ten Thousand Flame Divine Sword into the air, and then urged the spiritual power to separate the handle of the divine sword.

Soon, the divine swords hovering above Liu Feng's head reached five thousand, all of which were shining with a terrifying cold, buzzing, and amazing momentum.

Call!

With a wave of one hand, Liu Feng controlled five thousand divine swords to rush down and smash into the dark river.

Boom Boom Boom ......

In the dense cross talk, the river was smashed into the sky, like a torrential rain, which made De Lieyan hurriedly avoid, and it was not easy to shout in his mouth.

"Sheathed!"

Liu Feng waved his hand again, recalled the divine sword, united as one, and returned the sword into the sheath.

At this time, the water of the dark river was dyed red, and the remnants of what kind of creatures floated down the water, looking miserable.

Liu Feng naturally didn't care about this, he was only interested in the effect of the Wild Rush Skill and was relatively satisfied.

At the end, Liu Feng took the Qinglong Ding again, only to notice that Lie Yan's huge body had returned to his side, standing not far away, sorting out a lot of sparse feathers.