Douluo: Qingmei Ning Rongrong, I choose Kamisato Ayaka

Papal Palace. The Pope’s exclusive secret chamber.

Bibi Dong, who was sitting cross-legged and practicing, slowly opened her eyes. If someone was in front of her at this moment, they would be surprised to find that Bibi Dong's eyes were completely blood red, and the bright blood color seemed to be dripping with blood at any time. On the fingers of her hands, each had a five-inch long, completely black nail, which formed a sharp contrast with her own fair skin.

Her face, which was originally noble and beautiful, now looked horribly distorted, and even had bloodstains on it. Behind her, an indistinct black shadow appeared.

Bibi Dong opened her eyes and took a deep breath. A layer of black and purple light surged, and the changes in her body gradually disappeared, returning to her original appearance. She just looked a little pale.

"Qian Daoliu, you are very smart. In order to prevent me from devouring the descendants of your angel clan, you chose my daughter." A series of dense gas explosions sounded around Bibi Dong's body.

Floating up, with golden light flashing, the Pope's robe had covered Bibi Dong's body. It seemed that she had turned back into the noble and decisive Pope.

"Even if you let Xiaoxue inherit your position, so what? One day, I will destroy your angelic foundation. Qian Daoliu, you still underestimate me. Ever since I devoured your son's body and soul, changed the way of cultivation and entered the Rakshasa Secret Realm, you have been unable to see through me. There is only one last step left. The last step that you cannot complete in this lifetime, I still have at most ten years, and I will definitely break through. By that time, no one can stop me from doing anything. Your son destroyed me, and I will destroy everything of your angel clan."

"Haha, hahahahahaha..." A terrifying laugh like a night owl resounded in the secret room. The huge black shadow that had disappeared before appeared behind Bibi Dong again, appearing and disappearing suddenly.

Chen Feng sat cross-legged in the secret room, and the air around him became heavy and solemn. He closed his eyes slightly, silently reciting the cultivation method in his heart, and the space around him seemed to be still because of him. As time passed, the rolling soul power surged like a tide, and continuously gathered beside him.

Around Chen Feng, as the soul power gathered, terrifying sword qi began to form, like a roaring wind and flashing blades. These sword qi seemed to have spirituality, circling around him, sometimes intertwining, sometimes merging, emitting a biting chill. Each sword qi contained infinite power, as if waiting for Chen Feng's command.

He felt the endless sharpness contained in the sword energy, and gradually merged his consciousness with these powers. In this secret room, Chen Feng's mind became more and more peaceful, all distracting thoughts were thrown behind his mind, and only the obsession of cultivation burned in his heart. His breathing gradually synchronized with the rhythm of the sword energy, as if the whole world was left with only him and the invisible sword shadow.

As his practice deepened, Chen Feng's spiritual awareness continued to expand, and the sword energy formed a huge vortex around him. The vortex spun rapidly, constantly drawing in the pure energy from all directions of heaven and earth.

At this time, Chen Feng had completely entered a state of selflessness.

Suddenly, his eyes opened wide, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and a mighty light emanated from his whole body. His momentum soared several times in an instant, and the entire space shook violently.

"Shhhhh!"

At this moment, the surrounding sword energy began to circulate wildly, and then, sharp sword energy galloped in the air, like fish swimming in the air, faintly forming a strange pattern.

This pattern was filled with a terrifying and domineering aura, and a devastating pressure permeated the void.

The center of this vortex is where Chen Feng's spiritual consciousness is located. In the center of the vortex, sharp swords are suspended. They seem to have reached a perfect fit with Chen Feng, as if they are about to jump out at any time.

And at a certain moment, Chen Feng's mind suddenly moved, and he suddenly opened his eyes. A bright light flashed out from his pupils. At that moment, the space in the entire room fluctuated violently, as if it could not withstand his power, and there were signs of collapse.

At that moment, Chen Feng's mind and the sharp swords produced a strange resonance.

"Shh-!"

I saw sharp swords suddenly flying out from the center of the vortex, spinning around Chen Feng, emitting terrifying energy. The terrifying pressure released by those sharp swords caused the surrounding space to distort, and faintly, it seemed that the sound of swords could be heard.

"Buzz!"

An invisible energy suddenly burst out from those sharp swords, wrapping Chen Feng in it. And in the next moment, this energy quickly penetrated into Chen Feng's body.

A look of joy appeared on Chen Feng's face. Just now he sensed the connection between himself and those sharp swords. He knew that this was the price he had to pay to comprehend the realm of sword.

His soul power was constantly increasing, and he could clearly feel that his current spiritual power was comparable to that of a ninth-level peak soul king.

Moreover, he could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in those sharp swords.

At that time, although he understood the sword intent, he did not truly master the realm of sword. He only relied on his own understanding of the sword intent.

Now, he could finally use his sword domain. Moreover, his mental power had also grown tremendously in this breakthrough, and was now equivalent to the mental power of a six-star soul king, which was enough to greatly improve him in many aspects.

"boom!"

An indescribable feeling surged in his heart, and then, a mysterious feeling surged through his heart. This feeling was hard to explain, but it gave people a very comfortable feeling, as if they were in the warm embrace of their mother, and their mood became particularly relaxed and happy.

The next moment, Chen Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and two sharp rays of light burst out from his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, a ray of sword light shot out from his eyes, pierced through the wall, and left a dark mark.

Chen Feng's temperament had completely changed at this time. He looked ordinary, but now he looked a bit more like an immortal. There was even a faint mist lingering on his body, and he looked like a banished immortal.

And in his hand, he was holding a sword.

The sword was as bright as snow, with tiny scales on the blade and a faint metallic luster. Under the sunlight, it refracted silver light, and a faint edge shone through the sword, which was terrifying.

"Is this... the realm of sword?" Chen Feng murmured to himself.