The Ancient Vast Realm

The Sword-Spear Pig leaned forward and shot out bone spurs all over its body. The range of the attack was not only towards Feng Xuan, but also all around. Even the Black Eagle Xiao Qi in the sky was within its attack range. This was a move that did not distinguish between friend and foe. No wonder the Sword-Spear Pig and other beasts always acted alone.

Xiao Qi was watching the fierce battle below in the sky, but when it found that the Sword-Spear Pig leaned forward, it felt a strong sense of threat out of its animal instinct.

Xiao Qi flapped his wings quickly in fear and wanted to fly higher, but it was too late. Several bone spurs were already shooting at it quickly.

Fortunately, Xiao Qi had been watching the battle below and looking for opportunities. When the bone spurs flew out, he slightly raised the distance. Although several bone spurs were thrilling but not fatal, they brushed Xiao Qi's body and wings and flew past. Only one bone spur left a deep blood mark on Xiao Qi's thigh, and feathers flew all over for a while.

Xiao Qi screamed "Gaga" strangely, like a panicked old hen flapping its wings in the sky.

Feng Xuan on this side had no time to pay attention to Xiao Qi. The moment the bone spur flew over, he felt a strong sense of threat on the surface of his body, and his hair stood on end.

Although he had been prepared, it was not so easy to avoid the attack of the sword and halberd pig's innate ability.

For a moment, Feng Xuan felt his brain was blank, as if a bowstring in his brain had broken.

Everything around Feng Xuan seemed to slow down, the fallen leaves flying in the air, the bone spurs that suddenly shot at him, and the dust floating in the air.

Feng Xuan felt that everything was slowed down by more than ten times.

Feng Xuan felt as if something in his brain had broken through some kind of shackles. He could sense that a spiritual power filled his soul and could be controlled by him.

Feng Xuan subconsciously reached out to a leaf that was slowly falling in the air, and the spirituality in his brain immediately flew out and wrapped around the leaf, and actually slowly moved towards him, as if he was holding the leaf with something and letting it move closer to him.

Feng Xuan also reacted quickly. Did he break through to the realm of witchcraft?

This is the first realm in the witch cultivation system, a realm that only a very few people in the world can break through. He actually awakened at this critical moment. Feng Xuan felt the fluctuations of the spirituality in his brain. Is this the "witch soul power"?

Then his current state is what Wu Lao mentioned, the moment!

This is a mysterious state that Wu Xiu rarely has the opportunity to enter when breaking through the realm. Everything during this period will fall into a slow-motion state. It is not that time has slowed down, but that his mental power has stretched everything, but this state is not something he can control at his current level.

Feng Xuan closed his eyes and felt it, estimating that he would have a few breaths left in this moment, and after a few breaths, the state would pass, and the bone spur would fly in front of him, and he had to think of a way to deal with it.

At that moment, only his thoughts and ideas were unrestricted, but his body was no different from the outside world. It was impossible to dodge the attack with this.

Feng Xuan began to observe all the bone spurs and found that there were a total of 5 bone spurs that would hit him in all the flying traces, including two long bones and three short bones, which was the best choice for dodging.

Feng Xuan also observed the order of these bone spurs, two in front and three in the back.

Feng Xuan began to calculate the martial arts he had learned, thinking quickly like a hundred turns of thought, and his thoughts were extremely calm at this time.

Then he found that the best action for him to do next was to use the blood-patterned knife to control the knife technique "follow the wind" to slash diagonally to the left front quickly, which could cut off a long bone and a short bone in the front.

However, he had no chance to swing the second knife, and the remaining three bone spurs could only be blocked.

Feng Xuan recalled the items he carried on his body and found that there was nothing that could block these bone spurs.

No!

Feng Xuan suddenly thought of the bronze scroll that he had put in his arms. He had tried to use the blood-marked knife to deal with the mysterious bronze scroll, but he was completely helpless.

Feng Xuan looked forward. The long bones of the three bone spurs behind him were just near his waist. He only needed to turn sideways to block them with the bronze scroll.

And the blood-marked knife he had swung back quickly could barely block one bone spur, but he had no way to block the last bone spur.

Although he had awakened his magic power and felt that he could control some light objects in the air, the newly awakened ability would never help him at this time.

It was quite difficult for him to move the leaves without any practice, let alone this bone spur that shot at him quickly. It seemed that he had to withstand this attack.

Fortunately, after Feng Xuan's observation, although this last bone spur would pierce the edge of his abdomen, it should avoid his fatal point, so that he would not suffer an irreparable serious injury.

In this instant, Feng Xuan thought of a series of countermeasures.

Finally, he determined that this was the best solution, and the remaining time did not allow him to delay any longer.

In an instant, time ended!!!

Feng Xuan did not hesitate to perform the first move of the Wind-controlling Blade "Follow the Wind" according to the previously planned route at the moment of recovery. For a moment, the green blood-marked blade slid through a semicircular arc in the air, but there was no sound of the long blade breaking through the air.

This sword technique was like a falling leaf flying with the breeze, silent but coming in an instant, just like its name - Follow the Wind

In an instant, the two front bone spurs were cut in half by Feng Xuan's sword and scattered from both sides of Feng Xuan.

Feng Xuan, who had chopped out the knife, immediately turned his feet slightly, moved his body slightly to the left, and blocked the part protected by the bronze scroll in his arms in front of the bone spurs, and the blood-marked knife in his hand was also tilted forward to block one of the bone spurs flying towards his chest.

Suddenly

blood splashed, Feng Xuan was hit by the huge impact force, and was thrown two or three feet away, but this time Feng Xuan did not roll on the ground to relieve the force.

Feng Xuan half-knelt on the ground and inserted the blood-marked knife into the ground, sliding all the way, and pearing three deep gullies in the soil on the ground.

"Wow-cough cough"

Feng Xuan spit out a large mouthful of blood and coughed slightly.

Standing up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, Feng Xuan touched his arms, and most of the medicines he had put close to his body were shattered by the impact. If he was not at the skin refining stage, some porcelain fragments would probably have been inserted into his body at this time.

Under Feng Xuan's inspection, only the mysterious bronze scroll was intact. Feng Xuan took out a scattered blood-producing pill from the pile of broken porcelain and swallowed it in one gulp. Fortunately, although the porcelain bottle was broken, the pill was not seriously damaged.

This was the life-saving method given to him by Uncle Daniu before he left.

I thought that my caution would not be used for a while, but I didn't expect it to come in handy in less than half a month.

Feng Xuan blocked one of the bone spurs with his sword and blocked another with the bronze scroll in his arms, but these two did not cause no harm to him. The huge impact force may have damaged his internal organs. The bones in his waist hurt slightly and his chest was stuffy. He knew that there must be bruises without checking.

The most serious one was his lower abdomen, where a piercing wound went straight to Feng Xuan from front to back.

Feng Xuan was lucky that it was just a small bone spur.

Feng Xuan looked at the wound slightly, and a thumb-thick blood hole was oozing blood.

After he swallowed the blood-generating pill, the blood gradually stopped flowing. Feng Xuan endured the pain and controlled the contraction of his muscles to prevent the wound from tearing open again. Now was not the time to treat the injury.

Feng Xuan looked up slightly and saw that Xiao Qi seemed fine, but a few feathers floating in the air and his wings seemed to be flapping more and more rapidly, indicating that Xiao Qi was not completely uninjured.

Xiao Qi stared fiercely at the sword-spear pig below.

Even Feng Xuan at this moment could feel its anger in its current state.