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In the purple bamboo forest.

Luo Changfeng was not in a hurry to shoot the knife.

He stood there with a knife, and colorful spiritual power surged from all directions in the dim sky, and then poured into his body from the clouds.

He is luring spiritual power into the body and concentrating his essence into the body.

In other words, he is still practicing at this moment!

The spiritual power entering his body flowed along the veins around him, subconsciously searching for the next spiritual acupoint that was still waiting to be concentrated according to the acupoints and orders recorded in the knife score left by the sword cynic.

The spiritual power crossed the mountains and ridges, and along the way, I saw many spiritual caves that had successfully gathered their spirits. Those spiritual caves were like caves emitting spiritual light in the mountains. The number of spiritual caves was far more than seventeen.

The spiritual power flows too fast in the purple bamboo forest. The spiritual hole in Luo Changfeng's body seemed to be a dry well that was absorbing the spiritual power entering the body frantically, as if it could never be filled.

Whether it was the senior brother Huangfu Yi who was standing behind him with an umbrella, the traveler with a solemn expression on the opposite side, or the injured Yan Xi, they looked at Luo Changfeng with an incredible look.

However, this is just the beginning.

Senior brother Huangfu Yi first noticed that as the spiritual power of the surrounding world was crazyly absorbed by the spiritual acupoints in Luo Changfeng's body and concentrated into the essence, the sword intent that remained scattered around the purple bamboo forest began to begin.

It's about to move.

The sword intentions seemed to be controlled by the direction of the spiritual power in the body wandering through the spiritual hole. In the sky, Luo Changfeng's body, following the spiritual power of the spiritual hole in the body, and began to flow from the snow pile into the mess.

The combination meets, and finally begins to wander around in the corresponding star positions in the sky.

The knife is as thin as a fancy spring, but dense as the wind.

The snowflakes that fell silently from the sky were cut open by sword intent as thin as spring breeze. The snowflakes that looked like cotton turned into exponential feathers, and were then cut by the bitter wind of sword intent.

The dancing was blowing made the falling snow look tighter.

At the same time, the sword force condensed after the bamboo sword in his hand began to condense from the remaining marks in the forest. The sword force that used the eighteen swords formed an invisible piece.

The space began to expand like a crystal clear air layer, and it was extremely invasive to swallow the space in the four fields bit by bit.

It seemed that the space area formed by this sword force had become a world he controlled, and the edge of the world was still extending and expanding. Unconsciously, God enveloped purple bamboos, covering this from the East.

The cold current and heavy snow were all covered.

Gradually, the figure of the walker entered this space.

The injured Yan Xi could not escape the cover of this sword force.

Even the senior brother who was standing not far behind him with an umbrella frowned slightly as the invisible sword boundary enveloped him.

Luo Changfeng, holding the knife, used a little force.

The spiritual power was wandering in the spiritual acupoints and veins in the body.

The dense sword intent is wandering in this sword force space.

There are spiritual acupoints in the body that gather essence into the body.

In the sword force space, there are also stars starting to light up in the white snow. The sword intent forms a wind formation and wanders along the gradually lit star.

So in the space formed by the knife force, white and turbid airflow began to appear.

That is the line formed by the milky white wind raft formed by the knife intention wandering between the star positions.

It is also the star-position lines portrayed in the sword chart left by the sword cynic.

At some point, the spiritual acupoints in Luo Changfeng's body suddenly began to shine.

Luo Changfeng's breath suddenly rose and became extremely sharp. In an instant, his realm cultivation level rose from the lower realm of Chonghui, crossed the middle realm, the upper realm, and all the way to the peak of Chonghui!

His body seemed to have become much heavier. The snow where his feet were deep in the snow was inexplicably shaken by the invisible aura on his body. The aura spreads around him as the center, and the space formed by the sword began to attack.

The wind blew up, and the purple bamboo forest cracked one by one, and many knife marks appeared strangely in the snow. The walking man, Yan Xi and even the senior brother's robes were neatly opened in this wind raft.

trace.

"Please give me advice."

Luo Changfeng pointed at the distance with a knife.

The space created by the sword force suddenly became dark.

It's like night is approaching.

The surrounding stars are lit up, like stars hanging in the night sky.

Everything in his sight was blinded by the sudden rise of sword intent.

The walker stood there.

He saw nothing or heard nothing, but when the gust of wind blew, his body suddenly felt a split pain.

It seemed that there were pieces of flesh and blood on Lingchi's body.

That feeling is very cold and harsh.

The pain is very subtle but very dense, and every inch of the skin cannot escape the lingchi.

He found it incredible.

This wind raft is obviously just a knife intent, but why is it even more terrifying than the real feeling of a knife falling on your body?

The hair on the walker's forehead was cut off by the wind and fell, and then he suddenly spat a mouthful of blood.

His face turned slightly red and then pale.

He couldn't imagine that he was actually injured in this wind raft.

The disciple Xingzi is famous for his strong physique and absolutely has an advantage in the battle between the Six-Character Sect, but now he has not even fought, and he is actually defeated by injuries?

Yan Xi stood behind the walker and looked at the figure that was about to stagnate in the wind. The shock in his heart was hard to describe in words.

He was very sure that Luo Changfeng did not shoot his sword.

But why do you see countless knife marks in the wind raft?

"What kind of knife is this?"

He could no longer suppress the horror in his heart and could no longer support the wind raft. The walker suddenly sat down.

His mouth was covered in blood and his words were a little blurred.

But both Yan Xi and Luo Changfeng understood.

"Blade-sick sword!" Luo Changfeng said with a calm expression as he looked at the walker sitting in the snow.

He did not make a knife.

He stood there from beginning to end.

But the knife has been released.

Many swords were produced, countless swords were produced.

These sword intents are his swords, and these sword momentums are also his swords, and the wind formation is the trace of his sword.

He was practicing the sword crazy.

The sword crazy’s sword is a space of the sword path, a knife domain.

The space composed of sword intent, sword momentum and star position is his sword domain.

Or it is more suitable to be a knife field.

Although the number of spiritual acupoints that gather essence into the body cannot be compared with the sword cynical, it is already sufficient to condense into a first-shaped knife domain, that is, the knife field.

In this sword field, he is the master.

His breathing is a knife, his eyes are a knife, his heart beats is a knife, and his black hair is a knife.

He raised his sword and pointed at it from a distance and had already cut countless swords!

This is his last slash, the nineteenth slash! The sword crazy slash!

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