The Ancient Vast Realm

Soon everyone encountered these bloody mosquitoes swarming from the sky.

After just one fight, Feng Xuan and others discovered that the physical defense of these blood mosquitoes was not very high, and they could kill several of them with almost one blow.

Even those blood mosquitoes that are the size of a human head and open the spiritual realm are the same, but the number is really too much.

Bei Li Kuang held a silver wide-faced sword in his hand, using it as a cattail fan, and kept swatting at these blood mosquitoes. However, all the blood mosquitoes he hit fell heavily into the swamp and could not fly again.

The weapon used by Shang Zhongtu is very interesting. It is a huge blood-red sickle with a one-meter-long blade and a handle that is nearly two meters long.

Such a huge sickle, in Shang Zhongtu's hands, flew up and down like a dexterous butterfly, dancing into an airtight round, twisting every blood mosquito that came close into pieces into pieces all over the sky.

Xuan Shi and Jiang Shu'er were waiting for rotation among the three of them, and would take action from time to time to kill a few mosquitoes that slipped through the net.

Feng Xuan also felt relieved when he saw this, and handed his back to a few people with peace of mind.

He secretly dispersed the Shaman Soul Power, sensed every blood mosquito around him, and accurately cut the approaching blood mosquitoes into two with his knife.

Although Feng Xuan is not as good as the domineering Beili Kuang in terms of the scene, nor can he be compared to Shang Zhongtu who wields the giant scythe like a wind wheel.

However, no blood mosquitoes could fly around him. In terms of results, it was the simplest and clearest, and it consumed the least amount of energy among them.

On the side, Beili Xiongtian and others were constantly sizing up their performance. One of the blood level warriors said to Beili Xiongtian:

"Boss, look at Feng Xuan of the Xuanying Tribe. Do you feel that his sword skills feel a little familiar?"

"Well, it should be the Wind Control Sword Technique. It was with this sword technique that I gained the reputation of the Wind Sword Technique. This Feng Xuan's sword technique level feels no weaker than his. I even feel like he is faintly aware of it." I can feel the presence of sword intent in my body. He is now at the level of blood boiling. He is really a genius. Even in the holy land of the human race where perverted monsters are rampant, he is not an ordinary person. To win a place, it seems that Kuang'er needs to get close to him more. Let's slow down the traveling speed along the way and let them get used to the familiar skills. Time, it’s not a bad thing to befriend such a genius."

"Feng Qinghua was also evaluated by the Great Witch Sacrifice as a martial artist who has the potential to reach the Tibetan Essence Realm. Unfortunately, his foundation was damaged and he was infected with a strange poison. When he came to Li Shang for help, it was too late. The poison penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Even if the Great Witch Sacrifice There is nothing we can do to save him, we can only help him delay his death," Beili Xiongtian said calmly.

The other two people also nodded in approval. In terms of qualifications and talents, Feng Xuan was probably better than Bei Li Kuang, so he was certainly worth making friends with. Several people also secretly observed him along the way and found that his character and character were also quite good.

Feng Xuan practiced his sword skills silently, using the blood mosquitoes in the sky to hone his wind-controlling sword skills.

He found that his knife was becoming more and more stable and accurate, and a blade of light gradually spread out from the tip of the knife.

Feng Xuan knew that this was because the second style of his Wind Control Sword, Splitting Wind, had quietly approached Dacheng.

In addition, there is also the bonus of sword intention, even if he does not deliberately activate it, the sword intention can burst out during the swing and be attached to the long sword.

Feng Xuan closed his eyes tightly and relied only on his senses to kill. There were more and more blood mosquitoes around him, but his knife speed was also getting faster and faster. The black crystal knife in his hand drew black rays of light in the air.

Gradually, these lines seemed to form an airtight knife network. Any blood mosquito that dared to get close would be instantly crushed into pieces.

"This is......"

Beili Xiongtian began to notice that something was wrong with Feng Xuan's current state.

Beili Xiongtian quickly approached Xuanshi and the others, covered them with vitality, and immediately took them away from the place, so as not to disturb Fengxuan at this time, leaving only Fengxuan alone to kill the blood mosquitoes crazily. .

Beili Kuang and others were taken to a position near the head of the armored earth dragon, avoiding the area where Feng Xuan was.

Several people watched as Feng Xuan, who was not far away, gradually turned the sword net around his body into a sword shield, covering every inch of himself. It was true that not even a blood mosquito could fly in. The area within one foot of his body was like a restricted area.

Bei Li looked at Feng Xuan Kuang at this moment and looked at his father in confusion.

"Enlightenment... He is really a genius, no! I should say he is a monster! He can actually suddenly realize the sword skills and understand the artistic conception in the midst of killing. After his epiphany is over, his sword skills can be improved to at least one level. What a terrifying young man. He is really awesome. It’s rare to see such a genius. It seems that a monster can emerge from our Qishan realm.”

Beili Xiongtian's tone was full of appreciation and admiration.

Bei Li looked at Feng Xuan in astonishment. He had never heard his father praise a person so much, and he was a person of the same age as himself. Even if he could fight over the top, his father could only But it was a good thing to say.

Dongling Pojun, the strongest genius of the Baling tribe, was initially called a real genius by his own father, but he never expected that Feng Xuan could be called a monster.

In fact, Beili Kuang knew from the beginning that he might not be Feng Xuan's opponent. He knew it when Feng Xuan easily defeated Gong Yang Xing.

In terms of strength, he can easily defeat Gongyang Xing, but he cannot be as casual and relaxed as Feng Xuan. He can defeat the enemy with one move and directly defeat Gongyang Xing's psychological defense.

So he was curious, and he wanted to invite Feng Xuan to fight even when he knew he was losing. This was a feeling he had never encountered before.

In the Lishang tribe, he could not find a stronger peer than himself, not even Shang Zhongtu. He was the most powerful one. His eyes had long been not on the Lishang tribe and the surrounding small tribes. He was interested in the geniuses of large tribes such as the Baling tribe.

But he did not expect that an ordinary tribal competition would produce Feng Xuan, a dragon.

This competition between small tribes, which he had no interest in from the beginning, made him discover a completely unpredictable person. Even before the two fought, he vaguely felt that he was not Feng Xuan's opponent, which aroused his strong curiosity.

Until now, Bei Li Kuang looked at the terrifying sword cover wielded by Feng Xuan. He could feel the power of the sword light. If he went forward, he was afraid that he would not be able to break through this sword cover even if he used all his strength.

This was just the ability that Feng Xuan accidentally displayed. How terrible it would be if he used all his strength.

As time passed, the iron-armored earth dragon slowly moved forward in the blood mosquito swamp, and from time to time stretched out its huge tongue to roll into the air, bringing a lot of blood mosquitoes back to its mouth to eat.

Although these blood mosquitoes were too small for it, they were large in number and full of blood. It could swallow a piece of them with its mouth open. They were simply food delivered to its door.

The road behind it was already full of blood mosquito corpses. There were ordinary blood mosquitoes and blood mosquitoes in the spiritual realm, but they were all just corpses scattered on the ground without exception. There were not even a few intact ones.

In other words, these blood mosquitoes had no wisdom, but they instinctively had the desire to attack the creatures full of blood, otherwise they would have given up and dared not move forward.

It was not until more than an hour later that the Iron-Armored Earth Dragon slowly crawled out of the Blood Mosquito Swamp, and all the blood mosquitoes gave up and flew back to the Blood Mosquito Swamp and gradually dispersed.

At this time, the sword cover wielded by Feng Xuan expanded from a ten-foot sword cover to a ten-and-a-half-foot sword cover, but after expanding by half a foot, there was no change, but even this made Beili Xiongtian and others take a breath of cold air.

Even before the breakthrough, there was a sword light that could not be exerted by ordinary refining internal organs. What if he broke through? Is this a genius who comprehended the sword intent?

No wonder it is said that a warrior who comprehends the artistic conception is the king of the same level. It seems that it is not a rumor but a fact.

Without the harassment of the blood mosquitoes, the sword cover around Feng Xuan slowly dissipated until the pale-faced Feng Xuan was revealed.

Feng Xuan insisted on waving the sword cover composed of sword light for more than an hour, which naturally consumed a lot of energy, but his face was full of joy.

He finally entered the subtle realm from the prototype of comprehending the sword intent. Feng Xuan, who reached this realm, will take his strength to a higher level based on the current level.