My wife is a sword god

There was a roar in the sky and a bang in the room, almost at the same time.

Needless to say, the roar was natural. The white thunder condensed by righteousness was amazingly powerful. It seemed as if a lightning snake passed through the night sky, tearing open the black curtain.

The noise was so loud that many people in the city noticed it.

They looked up at the sky in confusion. After the gray snow in the daytime, the sky returned to clearness. At this moment, the waning moon was shining, the sky was cloudless, and the stars were shining.

Why was there a thunder explosion?

In the wing room, Lan Ningshuang was concentrating on reading the storybook, and suddenly she was frightened by the thunder.

She hurriedly hid the storybook, opened the window, and looked outside. The night returned to tranquility.

The thunder just now seemed to be just an illusion.

After carefully confirming that there was nothing wrong, she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she closed the window, returned to the bed, and quietly took out the storybook.

"Hiss, it hurts so much." Qin Feng rubbed his lower back and slowly sat up from the ground.

He never expected that the white thunder condensed by righteousness would be so powerful. He was blown away and hit against the wall without paying attention.

"When I first used the white thunder, I was still at the ninth level. At that time, the black charcoal head said that this move was equivalent to the full force of the second level of military intention and the seventh level warrior.

Now that I have entered the eighth level and tempered some righteousness, the white thunder cast by righteousness may pose a considerable threat to the sixth level warrior."

Qin Feng re-examined the sea of ​​​​soul. The lavender righteousness had been consumed, but it was slowly re-condensing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He could feel a strange force helping him to restore his righteousness.

I think it is related to the hairband treasure that Miss Cang gave him before.

"I didn't expect that this strange hairband is not only effective in restoring literary energy, but also useful for restoring righteousness."

Qin Feng was surprised and sighed. As the saying goes, it is the most difficult to enjoy the favor of a beautiful woman.

Miss Cang gave me the Sumeru Ring and the hairband treasure. This favor is probably hard to repay. If it really doesn't work, do I have to pay it back with my body?

"Forget it, let's talk about the future later. So many things happened today, let's rest first."

In the blink of an eye, three days passed quickly.

In the east of Jinyang City, when the first ray of sunlight tore through the night and shone into the city.

Qin Feng's whole body turned red and sweated profusely.

His face was distorted with pain, and he sat up suddenly from the bed.

"Damn it, it's coming again!"

He hurriedly led his consciousness into the sea of ​​​​gods, and saw the remnant soul of Bifang bound by thunder constantly struggling, and the flames were surging, burning the purple lightning lock and the sea of ​​​​clouds.

"If I don't strike you twice a day, you will feel uncomfortable all over, right?" Qin Feng endured the severe pain and cursed with difficulty.

As soon as the voice fell, the thunder dragon in the sea of ​​​​clouds surged, cascading down like a waterfall, and fiercely struck the remnant soul of Bifang.

With a shrill scream, Bifang struggled more violently, and the fire broke out.

Qin Feng gritted his teeth and kept his mind.

When the morning sun shone down, Bifang's residual soul would recover some strength and start to go crazy, more punctual than the special day of a woman's month.

This was also the pain he had to endure.

After all, only by burning the body with fire, sharpening the will of the soul, and then repairing and tempering the literary energy, can we do what the old man said-no destruction, no establishment!

After several consecutive thunders, Bifang's residual soul finally calmed down, restrained the flames and resentment, and curled up in the thunder prison.

Qin Feng took a few breaths repeatedly to relax himself, but even so, his body was still shaking with pain.

But the effect was also obvious. Qin Feng looked up at the Yunhai Wenqi, and there was already nearly one-third of the Wenqi in it, which was tempered into light purple righteousness by the thunder in the Five Thunders Visualization Diagram.

According to the "Chao Wen Jing", when all the Wen Qi in the body is tempered into righteousness and circulates around the body, he can officially enter the seventh-grade righteousness realm!

"The sword is sharpened by grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." Qin Feng murmured.

After lunch, Qin Feng found Lan Ningshuang, and the two left the mansion together and went to the Demon Slaying Division.

Although he didn't have to stay in the Demon Slaying Division when he had nothing to do on weekdays, it was a necessary process to punch in at work every day.

After three days of processing, the ashes on the street were basically gone.

The Shen Gongfang can be said to have made an indispensable contribution. After all, with their qualifications as the King of Scrolls, working without sleep for three days and three nights is commonplace.

"Come to think of it, I haven't seen Mr. Yuan for a long time. I don't know when my second brother's knife will be ready?" Qin Feng was a little looking forward to it. After all, Mr. Yuan's craftsmanship is recognized as the best in Daqian.

"But it's a pity that the name of the Twelve Supreme Weapons has already resounded throughout Daqian. No matter how amazing my second brother's sword is, it can't be included in it." Qin Feng shook his head.

At this moment, Lan Ningshuang, who was walking beside him, suddenly yawned.

Qin Feng looked in the direction of the sound. Seeing this, the latter's face suddenly turned red and she hurriedly covered her mouth.

Generally, martial artists have a strong control over their bodies. Even if they only sleep for two hours a day, they can stay energetic.

But Ningshuang has been yawning frequently in the past few days, always giving people a feeling of lack of energy.

After thinking about it, Qin Feng probably guessed the reason and persuaded: "Ningshuang, it's a good thing to practice hard, but you should also pay attention to the combination of work and rest.

Looking at your appearance, have you not closed your eyes for a few days?"

Lan Ningshuang was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes dodged. She really didn't close her eyes in the past few days, but it was not because of practice.

She naturally wouldn't fall behind in her cultivation, but the storybooks were so interesting that she could only use her rest time at night to learn new knowledge.

Speaking of which, the storybooks of the maids in the mansion had basically been read, and there would be nothing left to read soon.

And I don't know if it was her illusion, the number of storybooks seemed to be missing one or two every day for no reason?

"Ningshuang, Ningshuang?"

A few calls brought the blue-clothed beauty back to reality: "Ah? What's wrong, son-in-law?"

"You look so absent-minded, are you overworked? If it doesn't work, you go back and rest first. Anyway, the Demon Slayer Division will be here soon. When the time comes, I will ask someone to protect me." Qin Feng said with concern.

Lan Ningshuang heard this and immediately became alert: "Who do you want to ask to guard you, sir? Is it Miss Cang?"

Uh, how do you know? Women's intuition is really terrible. Qin Feng was panicked, but his expression did not change: "I am now also a demon slayer holding the Qingyu Order. I can just find a colleague to guard me.

Why do you have to find Miss Cang?

What's more, the Demon Slayer Divisions of Qiyuan City and Jinyang City are mutually beneficial. Now there are many demon slayers with combat power above the seventh rank.

The strength of the guards in the city has also been greatly strengthened. You don't have to worry too much about my safety."

This answer is perfect.

Lan Ningshuang let down her guard a little, but said firmly: "Don't worry, sir, I'm fine. It's safer for me to protect you."

In every sense. She added silently in her heart.

"It's up to you." Qin Feng replied helplessly.