In the depths of a low-grade holy sword pool, there was a figure surrounded by fiery sword qi, and his eyes were fixed on the depths of the lower-grade holy sword pool.

At this depth, Mu Wufeng was wrapped in the fiery sword qi, so naturally he couldn't feel any cold, but comparatively, the richness of the sword qi was also much worse.

Mu Wufeng continued to sweep towards the depths of the Lower Grade Holy Sword Pool, and after a while, he descended to a depth of more than sixty zhang.

Here, he could already feel a lot of chills, but Mu Wufeng was still not very satisfied, and still swept deeper.

After he descended for more than sixty zhang, even Mu Wufeng, who was wrapped in the scorching fiery sword qi, could still feel the cold and biting water constantly washing his body and nerves, his body became a little stiff, and the pores of his body were erected.

But after Mu Wufeng's hands touched the black sword tower pendant he was wearing around his neck, he actually felt some warmth compared to the cold of the pool water.

When Mu Wufeng usually wears this pendant, due to the relatively high outside temperature, this black sword tower pendant looks warm and cold, but in this cold and biting lake, this pendant looks warm and close.

This made Mu Wufeng wonder: "Isn't this pendant not subject to the change in temperature and changes its own temperature?"

Mu Wufeng suddenly had a bold idea.

Now the intensity of the sword qi in this holy sword pool has already met Mu Wufeng's requirements for sword qi absorption, but this time is only one day, and it is far from being able to improve many sword qi.

Mu Wufeng gritted his teeth and said secretly: "If you don't fight, don't you come to this Sacred Sword Pool for nothing?"

After that, Mu Wufeng entered this five-star sword tower, and in this five-star sword tower, Mu Wufeng couldn't even feel the cold and biting pool water outside, which made Mu Wufeng secretly sigh.

So Mu Wufeng relaxed his sword qi's control over the black sword tower pendant, allowing the pendant to fall freely.

Slowly, the black pendant that Mu Wufeng was in sank to the bottom of the lower-grade Holy Sword Pool, and Mu Wufeng felt the cold and biting temperature again.

Although this black sword tower pendant could prevent the pool water from entering the space inside the sword tower, there was no way to resist the sharp and biting temperature at the bottom of the lower grade holy sword pool, and Mu Wufeng was also tortured by this sharp cold temperature in this pendant, so he had to desperately run his own fiery sword qi, trying his best to resist the cold invasion.

On the other hand, Mu Wufeng was also doing his best, greedily absorbing the rich pure sword qi at the bottom of this pool.

Although this sword qi was sharper than ordinary sword qi, it stabbed Mu Wufeng's whole body all over his body, leaving Mu Wufeng without a single piece of good flesh on his body.

But the wound was bleeding and instantly solidified by the sharp cold temperature around it, and then it was stabbed again.

In the cold and bone-chilling environment, and suffering from the tearing pain caused by the repeated wounds, Mu Wufeng gradually felt what it meant to be better off than dead.

Since Mu Wufeng was in the Five-Star Sword Tower, others had to endure such torture for a day, but Mu Wufeng had to endure it for ten days.

This ten times more cultivation time is naturally ten times more painful.

On the first day, although Mu Wufeng had many wounds on his body, he was still full of energy, trying hard to absorb the pure and sharp sword qi around him.

The next day... Day 3... Day 4...

It wasn't until the fifth day that Mu Wufeng finally showed some fatigue.

This kind of exhaustion comes from a sense of mental powerlessness, but Mu Wufeng can still grit his teeth and support it.

Another four days passed, and it was the tenth day.

When people reach the last moment, they often relax their spirits a little, but the cultivation of sword qi is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat.

Just when Mu Wufeng relaxed some of his spirit, the cold temperature would not show mercy to Mu Wufeng, and instantly rushed into his brain, filling his mind with the cold and biting temperature, dulling his spirit and destroying his will.

Mu Wufeng's eyes were also tightly pressed by a boulder weighing as much as a thousand catties, and it was difficult to open.

At this time, a voice pierced through Mu Wufeng's heart: "Forget it, you have been cultivating for a few more days than others, such results are enough, go out." ”

When Mu Wufeng's willpower was about to be shaken by this voice, another voice came out of his heart: "Feng'er, stick to what you want in your heart, and believe that you will reach the level you want to achieve." ”

This familiar voice said, "Daddy, the child really can't hold on, Daddy." Mu Wufeng said, a few tears flowing out of Mu Wufeng's eyes, but they quickly condensed into ice beads.

Let Mu Wufeng carry such a heavy burden at such an age, it is inevitable that he will collapse a little.

Mu Wufeng kept shouting Mu Hu in his heart, but Mu Hu's voice did not come again.

But the voice just now had stabilized Mu Wufeng's mind, he clenched his teeth, and a low voice came out of his mouth: "I won't be defeated by this little cold, I still have to avenge my father, and I want to become a sword god." ”

After Mu Wufeng finished speaking, he stabilized his mind again, gritted his teeth, and persevered for the last day.

Time passed minute by minute, and even if Mu Wufeng had a strong spirit, he couldn't withstand the repeated torture.

Suddenly, Mu Wufeng opened his eyes, spat out a breath of white air from his mouth, and muttered, "Finally persevered." ”

"Huh!"

A powerful suction force sucked Mu Wufeng up from the bottom of the lower-grade holy sword pool, and Mu Wufeng also quickly came out of the sword tower when he was about to reach the ground, so as not to be seen by others the secret of his five-star sword tower.

When Mu Wufeng arrived on the ground, he found that everyone from the Huoxia Gang had already come out, and he was the last to come out, after all, there should be no one deeper than he had dived into.

The eighth guide looked at Mu Wufeng with a surprised expression, he didn't expect that he would be the last to come out, he originally thought that Ding Zitong should be the last to come out.

The eighth guide felt that the sword qi on Mu Wufeng's body was a little stronger and stronger than before, and nodded to Mu Wufeng with satisfaction.

A figure walked over quickly, and that person was Du Li, who had fought with Mu Wufeng on the stone platform that day.

He hugged his fist at Mu Wufeng and said gratefully, "Thank you Brother Mu for giving me this opportunity to make a breakthrough." ”

Mu Wufeng found that the aura emanating from his body was no longer the aura that ordinary swordsmen could exude, and he must have advanced to the ranks of great swordsmen.

Mu Wufeng smiled and waved his hand and said, "This is the result of your own efforts, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

It is true that this time the reward of the Lower Grade Holy Sword Pool was originally not Du Li, but Mu Wufeng brought him with him, but if it wasn't for Du Li himself to endure the cold and biting water in the Lower Grade Holy Sword Pool and insist on cultivating, then he would not be able to improve to a first-grade Great Sword Master.

At this time, Ding Zitong and Zhao Jinzhu Wan'er also came to Mu Wufeng's side, and naturally they also saw Du Li beside Mu Wufeng.

Wan'er, in particular, stared at Du Li with straight eyes, full of hostility.

Mu Wufeng opened his mouth and said lightly: "He will be a member of the Huoxia Gang in the future, so there is no need to be like this." ”

Hearing Mu Wufeng say this, the three of them relaxed some of their nerves.

Mu Wufeng looked at the three of them and asked, "How is it?"

The three of them all nodded with satisfaction, and Ding Zitong took the lead in speaking: "This holy sword pool is really a good thing, just stay in it for a day, and you will be promoted to the peak of a first-grade great sword master." ”

Na Wan'er also advanced to the ranks of the first-grade great sword master, and Zhao Jinzhu also went from the middle to the late stage of the first-grade great sword master, and everyone made a breakthrough.

Ding Zitong found that the current Mu Wufeng made her even more unable to see her strength, so she winked at Mu Wufeng and asked mischievously, "What level are you now?"

Mu Wufeng pursed his lips and did not speak. This made Ding Zitong even more curious, and he shook Mu Wufeng's arm, "You tell me, hurry up." ”

These few people couldn't help but glance at Mu Wufeng with such a little woman's demeanor when they saw this usually domineering and arrogant Holy Sword Sect eldest lady, and they couldn't help but glance at Mu Wufeng with a little deep meaning, and Mu Wufeng shook his head helplessly, so he had to quietly gather the four of them together.

Mu Wufeng deliberately lowered his voice and said, "I won't tell you..."