0048 Devil's Sword

'Bang~'

Ling Feng just dodged the deadly sword on his side, but was blown out by the palm that followed him. His body went straight back and smashed the rock wall behind him.

Mountainside.

With a loud noise, a white object was hit straight out of the rock wall. After crossing an arc in mid-air, it landed on the ground like a cannonball,

'Bang'

Ling Feng tightly covered his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood. The power of the dry monster was too strong. His blurred eyes seemed to look at the air, and a dark shadow fell on his side.

Then, the dry fish picked up Ling Feng from the ground, slowly raised his hand, and punched it out with a heavy punch. After hitting Ling Feng more than 30 feet away, he fell down.

The face of the dry monster was full of complacency. He said strangely, "Hey hey, human beings fight with me? I'm afraid it's still far away!" After saying that, he raised the Xuanqing sword in his hand and inserted it straight to the ground.

"Bad boy, I'll let you taste the power of my Demon Sword!" The dry demon said, with a strange evil smile on the corners of his mouth.

Ling Feng finally stood up from the ground. He knelt on one knee and spit out a mouthful of blood. He saw the whole vast area, a piece of land, all cracked, and a thick crack on the ground spread straight towards him.

'xiu,xiu,xiu'

As soon as the ground cracked, it shot out endless sword spirit from the ground and rushed to his face. For a while, the sword spirit was everywhere under his feet. He couldn't hide, but there was nowhere to hide. Standing above, he didn't know where the sword spirit would emerge from.

For a while, the whole radius of a hundred feet was full of sword spirit.

Thousands of sword spirit came down from the ground. He could only move with the 'Lingfeng' and try to avoid those sword spirit with his agile body, but those sword spirits were perforated. Almost when it first appeared, he had already shot at the face door. He could only turn his head and avoid it.

'Puff~'

A burst of pain came from the soles of his feet. Ling Feng was in mid-air. He almost failed to stabilize his body due to this serious injury and fell from above.

"It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time!" Ling Feng stretched out his hand to cover the severe pain on his shoulder. Now that he is seriously injured, it is impossible to carry Ling Feng's body method again.

"Drink!"

Ling Storm was angry, and he stepped forward and flew up. He grabbed it with five fingers in mid-air, and the light of the jade 'Qiankun Jade Ring' flashed. His five fingers were closed into fists, and his fists were fiercely bombarded out.

"The grass and mud horse!"

When he roared this, he only heard the hiss of the horse's hoof, and a grass and mud horse rushed out of the 'emerald jade ring'. The horse turned into the shape of a horse, its body was condensed in the air, and the 'Pegasus Meteor Fist' directly bombarded the dry demon.

Although that move 'grass mud horse meteor fist' could not cause damage to the drought monster, it also hit it backwards, providing Ling Feng with a chance to escape. He immediately jumped on the horse and ran away, and his body was no longer strong.

Ling Feng was tortured by the sword spirit, and he felt uncomfortable in all kinds of things. At this moment, his internal organs were as painful as a cone. Fortunately, he just summoned the grass and mud horse from the jade ring of the universe in time. After hitting the monster with the drought, he had a chance to escape.

"Humph!" The drought monster failed, but he could only raise his head and watch the other party escape on a heavenly horse. He shook his sleeve and robe with hatred.

Royal Palace.

Ling Feng put the grass and mud horse into the 'Qiankun Jade Ring', and then quietly returned to his bedroom. He closed the door, sat cross-legged on the ground, and immediately transported the Northern Underworld magic power, trying to force the demon sword shot into his body out of his body.

xiu~

Ling Feng drew the true qi into the body, and the Beiming magic power was running with all its strength. Sure enough, he easily forced the Qi sword out of his body and hit it directly on the pillar next to him, leaving a deep groove.

"Sure enough, the Northern Underworld is very powerful!" Ling Feng saw that the sword spirit was easily forced out of the body and was about to show a happy smile, but he was surprised to find that a sword spirit had just been forced out of the body, and there were six more sword spirits!

"It's weird!" Ling Feng frowned slightly, but he did not believe in evil. He continued to carry the Northern Underworld skill, and the Dantian in his body slowly worked, forcing all the six swords out.

The six swords hit the pillars next to them one after another and were successfully forced out of the body.

' Bang, bang, bang,...' However, to Ling Feng's surprise, he had just forced the six sword spirit out of his body, and there were inexplicably more six or thirty-six sword spirits in his body!

"The sword spirit has not decreased, but increased?! What's the situation?" Ling Feng was terrific, and the sweat on his forehead had rained like beans. When he did his third experiment, the sword gas in his body actually reached 108!

"It's weird! The air sword in the body did not decrease but increased, and there were more and more. Originally, there was only one gas sword, but now there are more than 100 swords. Ling Feng was puzzled when he thought of this, but he would never dare to try again easily.

Ling Feng sat cross-legged on the ground, and now he is really facing a dilemma. If he tries again, he will have to be killed by himself, but if he doesn't try, let the sword spirit stay in his body to stir up his heart, which is really more uncomfortable than death!

"What should I do?" Ling Feng simply closed his eyes and let the sword spirit stay in his body. In his mind, all the scenes of fighting with the drought monster just appeared.

That scene came back to my mind again, like playing a movie.

A sword in the hand of the dry demon stabbed on the ground, and suddenly the ground was cracked, and thousands of sword gas shot out from the ground,

"From the ground, shot out of the ground..." Ling Feng thought about these words carefully, and scenes of that time reappeared in his mind. Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes like a sea of stars.

"Drink~"

Ling Feng stepped forward, and the man had flown decisively into mid-air, and the Northern Underworld magic power in his body was running unparalleled. These words popped out of his mouth,

"Bith or death, in this move!"

'Bang' A burst of heartbreaking pain came and hit all over the body.

The sword gas in Ling Feng's body went straight out and shot on the big pillar next to it, forming a large arc shape. The sword gas hit the pillar of the hall into the sawdust, as sharp as a knife!

Ling Feng slowly fell back to the ground and suddenly felt extremely relaxed in his body. The sword spirit in the body has also been forced out, and the sword spirit in the body has not increased.

"It turns out that the 'Demon Sword' is connected to the earth, and I just sat on the ground and connected to the earth, so the sword will continue to be generated in my body. It's really a wonderful skill."

Thinking of this, Ling Feng seemed to forget the pain just now and became interested in this strange skill. He simply sat cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes. The move of the drought monster came to his mind again, understanding and deduceing the mystery of the magic sword.

However, at the same time, the 'Northern Underworld' in his body automatically repaired the wounds on his body.