Great Sword Master

The gray mist is endless.

The breath of death permeates the air, and when people step into it, they can't help but feel uneasy.

However, the sound of the sword chant just now seems to still echo in my ears, and the breath of the holy weapon also remains in this gray mist, constantly pulling people's hearts.

Money moves people's hearts, and interests blind people's eyes.

Of course, ordinary interests are nothing to geniuses. Only interests that are big enough can make people move their hearts and act for it.

For example, Chen Feng.

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Is there a holy weapon sword in the Chen family?

There must be.

If you want it, you just need to speak up and you can get it.

But Chen Feng never spoke up.

Now, you can get the holy weapon with your own ability, why not get it?

Continuously obtaining it from within the power is internal consumption, and obtaining it from the outside world is external gain.

Only by constantly increasing external resources can the self and the forces in which it is located continue to grow stronger. Of course, it does not mean that it can only increase externally and not internally. If there are no internal consumption resources to improve itself, how can it increase externally? What is the meaning of external increase?

Everything must be done in moderation.

In addition, it depends on personal preference.

In the Chen family, Chen Feng’s previous cultivation consumed a lot of Chen family cultivation resources. Added together, it is enough to offset the consumption of some ordinary practitioners for decades or even hundreds of years. How amazing.

If there is no such foundation of the Chen family, how can it be supported?

To be honest, the resources of the Huntian Sect cannot support it at all.

With those resources, Chen Feng’s cultivation is still in the Condensation Realm, and has not reached the real limit. The reason is that Chen Feng’s foundation is too powerful.

From the Body Forging Realm to the Divine Wheel Realm, each realm breaks the limit and opens the three secrets of the spirit, energy and spirit.

There is a body of ten thousand gods and demons, which contains powerful body-refining methods such as the Hun Tian Sword Body, the Immortal Star Body, and the Yuan Sha Battle Body. It also uses the power of the three major destiny to refine itself and further strengthen its foundation.

This foundation is unmatched in the past and present.

The foundation beyond the ancient and modern times also brings a sharp increase in the difficulty of cultivation.

Originally, one resource could be promoted, but now a thousand resources may not be able to be promoted.

Therefore, sometimes you can't rely entirely on the power behind you. You have to be self-reliant when you need to be self-reliant.

The gray mist rolled and filled, wrapping Chen Feng's body with a strong sense of death, and constantly invading.

However, Chen Feng did not resist.

Instead, he refined the death breath that invaded his body by himself, and strengthened the body of ten thousand gods and demons little by little.

"This breath..."

Chen Feng frowned slightly, his eyes flashed a sharp cold light, and he was a little surprised and doubtful.

There was a faint black aura in the gray mist, which made Chen Feng instinctively feel ominous.

That ominous aura seemed to be full of malice.

It was hard to describe.

At the first moment, Chen Feng thought of the thousand-meter monster that emerged from the ground in the ancient battlefield. Its aura was extremely fierce and powerful, but it also contained a hint of ominous malice.

That kind of ominous malice left a deep impression on Chen Feng.

It was a kind of malice towards living beings, no... not just malice towards living beings, but malice towards everything.

For a while, Chen Feng was extremely alert.

Instinctively felt that something was wrong.

A scream suddenly came from the depths, and just as it started, it stopped abruptly.

Chen Feng's eyes condensed, and his eyes stared away as sharp as a sword, but it was difficult to see through. His mind was diffused, but it was also disturbed and could not leave the body far.

Here, the restrictions are obvious.

"Interesting..."

Chen Feng said to himself, his eyes flashed with a sharp cold light, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he continued to step forward.

His vigilance was raised to the extreme.

The sword was in the sheath, hidden but not released, but the power was flowing and circulating between himself and the sword. Once it was unsheathed, it would surely be earth-shattering.

Not long after, a figure flashed and kept approaching, and Chen Feng's eyes condensed.

Strange roars kept ringing, like the roar of some beasts.

The figure appeared, the body staggered and the posture was strange, but it burst out at an astonishing speed in an instant, and rushed to kill like lightning, accompanied by a dead and desolate decay.

The sword flashed, and the sword sounded melodiously.

The figure flew backwards and was directly cut into two pieces.

However, Chen Feng did not see any blood. His figure flashed and appeared at the place where the two pieces of the body were cut off. There was no blood at the place where it was cut off. It was dry and had a strong decayed smell, as if it had been dead for a long time.

"Save me... Save me..."

A panicked voice sounded, and someone ran from another direction. When he saw Chen Feng, he was like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw, his eyes shining, and he rushed towards Chen Feng with a scream.

A series of roars and howls continued to be heard.

Several figures were seen chasing and killing him quickly.

Chen Feng drew his sword.

The sword flashed, and the gray mist was immediately split apart, along with the strange figures, which were also split apart by the sword, and the bodies fell into the distance.

"Thank you for your help."

The man immediately straightened his messy robes, bowed to Chen Feng, and said sincerely.

"Do you know what that is?"

Chen Feng put the sword back into the sheath and asked back.

"Your Excellency, that is a corpse ghost, but I don't know how it came here, but this thing will attack when it sees a living person." The man said quickly, his face turned pale and his eyes were frightened.

Without any valuable information from the inquiry, Chen Feng took another step.

"Your Excellency... Your Excellency, please wait for me..."

The man wanted to hug his thigh, but Chen Feng didn't give him a chance. He blinked and disappeared into the gray mist.

"Pooh……"

After spitting out a mouthful of phlegm, the man stared at the surging gray mist with doubts in his eyes. Finally, he decided to withdraw.

However, when he took action, he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south, and he didn't know which direction he was leaving.

…

"Amitabha, evil obstacles, look at the powerful vajra palm of the poor monk."

A voice filled with compassion but also containing domineering power sounded, and the golden Buddha's light filled the air, blocking out the gray mist of death. He raised his palm, filled with golden light, and blasted out directly as if it were made of diamond, immediately blasting away the corpses in front of him. The ghost flew away, and its skinny body suddenly fell into pieces.

"Master, fight out together."

Beside them, other people shouted, attacking without mercy, repelling and killing the corpses coming from all directions.

But there seemed to be a lot of ghouls in the gray mist, and it seemed like they couldn't kill them all.

Everyone could only form a circle back to back to resist together.

"There are too many damn things, what should I do?"

"Don't worry, with Master Huizeng from Puji Temple here, we will be safe and sound." A man with a mustache said immediately.

"Amitabha." Master Huizeng, a young monk, had ten thousand words in his mind and didn't know how to say them, so he could only recite the Buddha's verses orally.

The sword light suddenly flashed.

Several corpses were immediately cut off.

The sword light flashed again, the gray mist was cut open, and the corpses were killed one after another.

The sword light was filled with wisps of starlight. It was magnificent, sharp, and extremely powerful.

All the ghouls are unable to resist at all.

But it was Chen Feng who stepped forward with a sword in his hand, invincible and pushing everything aside.

After glancing at this group of people, Chen Feng did not stop at all and continued walking in the direction where the sword roar came from before.

"Donor, please stay."

Huizeng said quickly.

But Chen Feng ignored it.

"That man, Master Huizeng told you to stop, why don't you stop." Mustache scolded again.

"Amitabha, the poor monk's attitude is not so bad." Huizeng said quickly and stayed away from this person.

If you encounter such a pig teammate, you might lose your life.

"This is also the compassionate intention of Master Huizeng. Otherwise, if someone else asks you to stop, you will have to..." Mustache seemed to have a fever on his forehead, saying that he was addicted, and shouted and scolded Chen Feng's back repeatedly.

A ray of sword light immediately split open the gray mist and killed him instantly.

Mustache's subsequent words were all stuck, and a sword mark appeared between his eyebrows, going straight down.

"Amitabha, donor, he just complained and said a few words, and you killed him. Don't you think it's too much?"

Huizeng's eyelids trembled, and he immediately took a step forward, speaking to Chen Feng with a solemn expression and a hint of anger.

"To a certain extent, I have rescued you." Chen Feng did not look back, but his voice came slowly and unhurriedly: "It's just that you don't know how to be grateful when you receive favors from others, and you still scream behind your back, you think I How to go too far?”

"Donor, no matter what, you can't kill anyone." Huizeng said again, as if he wanted to argue with Chen Feng to the end.

Unfortunately, Chen Feng ignored him.

The figure quickly disappeared into the depths of the mist.

"The poor monk wants to go deeper, you can do it yourself."

Huizeng immediately said to a dozen other people, turned around, and quickly went deep in the direction Chen Feng left.

The other dozen or so people looked at each other, and then some quickly started to follow.

Nowadays, I can no longer tell the difference between east, west, north and south, and I don’t know which direction to leave from. In this case, the only way to survive is to follow the powerful people and hug their thighs.

Deep in the gray mist.

A mountain wall stood erect. On the mountain wall, a figure was nailed to the mountain wall with a sharp sword pierced between the eyebrows. A strong aura of death continued to escape from his body.

Figures approached one after another.

When they saw the sharp sword that was nailed to the figure and filled with the faint brilliance of the bright moon, they all ignored the figure.

In their eyes, there was only that sharp sword.

"Holy Sword!"

"The aura of this sword is definitely not that of a Void Saint Weapon. It must be above that of a Void Saint Weapon, a small Saint Weapon or even a Medium Saint Weapon..."

For a moment, these people's eyes were extremely intense.

The value of the Holy Soldier is extraordinary. They accidentally entered this place and did not find any other opportunities. Now that they see this Holy Soldier, they will not be moved.

Once you get this holy weapon and sell it, you can get a lot of training resources.

Someone couldn't hold it back any longer, and instantly burst into flames. His extraordinary cultivation level was unreserved, and turned into a stream of light that exploded at an astonishing speed. He immediately rushed towards the sword that was filled with the faint brilliance of the bright moon. He stretched out his hand and Grasp the hilt of this holy sword and exert force instantly.

A crisp sword sound sounded.

The sword was immediately drawn out.

There was a burst of sword roar, and the tyrannical power of the sword spread in all directions.

"Hahahaha, this holy sword is mine..."

The man couldn't help bursting into laughter, but he didn't see the eyes of the mummy nailed to the mountain wall suddenly open.

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