Chapter Forty-Seven: The Heart Is Like a Sword!

Constant questions followed, why did he pick up the sword in his hand, and why did he kill like crazy......

Feng Langxing, who had no idea where to start, was full of contradictions in his heart, and he lifted the fire sword and swung it again.

With the twisting of the sword, the sword light flickered, and the endless doubts and inner entanglements seemed to be cut out in the continuous swing of the sword, and the heart was constantly immersed in the world of the sword, cutting through all barriers, all the troubles and doubts were constantly forgotten, the heart began to be clear, the sword began to be sharp, and the wind was howling, as if the whole gray world was also peeled away from the clouds, revealing its true face - a sharp sword that broke all difficulties.

The sword stopped, and there was only a sharp sword pointing straight into the sky in the ethereal heart.

"My heart is like a sword, even if I change my moves, I can't change it, faster, sharper, stronger, just to guard what I love in my heart!

The sound of wind and waves resounded in this empty land, and the thin figure also looked extremely tall at this moment.

"The bloodshed of killing can't affect my will, thousands of doubts can't mess with my state of mind, whoever stands in my way to becoming a strong man, slash, slash, slash!"

A powerful spiritual power exploded in the sea of consciousness that was moving in the wind and waves, cutting and dissipating all the emotions that originally disturbed the mind's will to kill and confusing people's minds, and only a sharp spiritual power like a sword swam in the sea of consciousness, stabilizing the mind.

After the appearance of this mental power in Zhihai, Feng Langxing no longer doubted, and the feeling of clarity made his mind refreshed.

"The road of the strong, this is my heart, this is the purpose of my sword, and the purpose of becoming a strong man is to protect the love in my heart, at ease, this is my sword!" Feng Langxing muttered in his mouth, and the sword in his hand was also a sword sound.

After understanding his sword path, he looked at this endless wasteland, leaving only this endless desolation and sky-high killing intent.

"Huh~Humm~Hum ~"

Feng Langxing immediately took advantage of this sky-rushing killing intent and swung the Fire Sword again.

The sharp sword from the fire was waved with bursts of sword roars, the unstoppable sharpness and the fierce killing intent combined, the sword technique of the wind and waves broke through again after several years, and each sword was not so careless, but wielded with a strong purpose, just like the purpose of dancing the sword when you want to put the opponent and die when you are fighting with a master.

If the sword technique before the wind and waves was a gorgeous sword move, then the current sword technique is deadly and ruthless, and the sword with the target is the most dangerous, and now the sword of the wind and waves has a clear purpose.

The sword is still dancing, and the wind and waves have once again indulged in endless pleasure, constantly venting the surging battle intent of watching the wasteland continent, and feeling the will of this wasteland.

Before I knew it, I had practiced again for nearly four hours, and the crazy battle spirit slowly subsided, and after the birth of the mental power in the sea of knowledge, I felt more and more after watching the barren land, and the stronger the will to fight, the longer the sword dance, and the feeling of mental exhaustion also struck again, and I had no choice but to sit down again and watch the endless wasteland in front of me.

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The same effect, after immersing himself in this world and seeing the magnificent scene, the spirit also recovered quickly, and there was only one sword-like telekinesis in the sea of knowledge, but now it is also obviously increased, and one change and two streams wander in the sea of knowledge.

Feeling that the spirit was not only restored, but also increased, the wind and waves felt more and more the extraordinary sound of this barren place.

Continuing to feel the will of the heaven and earth above the wasteland, I felt that there was obviously a lot more, and I began to dance the sword again.

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Such a continuous cycle, practicing the sword, feeling, practicing the sword, feeling ......

Time passed day by day, month by month, and on the wasteland without the slightest life, a figure kept waving the sword in his hand, forgetting to eat, forgetting himself, and forgetting the relatives he missed day and night, and there was only one sword left in his heart that kept waving.

Once the current wind and waves practice the sword, it will not stop for several days and nights, completely obsessed and intoxicated, and practice the sword like a madman.

The current wind and waves travel in the sea of consciousness, and the mental power has already surrounded the entire sea of consciousness, and it can be fully mobilized, and it can include several meters around the whole body into the scope of exploration.

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Another few months passed quietly, Feng Lang Xing practiced the sword without considering the time at all, the original standing sand and gravel mound will appear a large pit with a diameter of several meters after the wind and waves completely practice the sword, not the power of the sword, but the continuous piercing and stabbing and the movement of the wind and waves will roll up the sand and gravel on the ground, and after a long time, a big pit will be produced in the same place, which also shows the long time of each sword practice of Feng Langxing, and the obsession in his heart.

Finally, after nearly a year of practicing swords day and night, the long practice finally paid off.

The sword of the wind and waves is still dancing, but the heart has long been intoxicated, and after being obsessed with the sword for an unknown amount of time, it has finally reached a new realm.

I saw that the boundless world was full of life, and the vast forests and mountains gathered a strong aura of heaven and earth.

And in the boundless world, a black-robed figure stood proudly and independently, a dark and deep sword in his hand constantly exuded terrifying devouring power, and the black-robed figure looked up at the sky, and the killing intent in his eyes only made the wind and waves watching from a distance tremble.

The right hand of the black-robed figure trembled slightly, and the black sword body instantly erupted with an overwhelming black air current, sweeping in all directions, but everywhere it passed, everything was withered and turned into flying ashes, and in less than a second, all the flowers and plants within a radius were devoured, and the blue sky was shrouded in endless darkness, revealing no light.

Immediately after that, the black-robed figure slowly raised the black sword upwards and pointed it at the sky, and the energy of thousands of miles of heaven and earth instantly cut a thousand-mile-long hole in the sky, revealing a deep starry sky. The rift did not slowly close until a long time later, leaving behind a vast wasteland and gray skies.

Shocked by the terrifying blow of the black-robed man, Feng Langxing couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and only a sword was destroyed, who didn't despair when he saw this terrifying power?

"The sword breathes in the world, and the sword breaks out of the sky"

Feng Langxing kept reading, "This is the heart of the wilderness, a sword out, the world is barren." ”

With the epiphany of the heart, a black sword pattern had appeared on the Lihuo Sword, and the terrifying devouring power instantly appeared around the sword, and countless black aircurrents poured into the sword on the endless wasteland, constantly absorbed by the black sword pattern, and after a while, the fiery red Lihuo Sword completely turned black.

Completely immersed in the wind and waves that comprehended the true meaning of desolation, his mind was completely converging, allowing the vast desolation aura to wrap the sword and his whole body, closing his eyes tightly, feeling the desolation everywhere around him.