0062 Understanding the Demon Sword

'Puff'

On the continuous 100,000 mountains, swordsmanship came one after another, shooting backwards from the ground and shooting at the weasel running on the ground.

'Wow~'

With its agility, the weasel jumped and ran in the mountains. After escaping from Ling Feng's hands, it soon disappeared into the deep forest and disappeared. But--

It never thought that it could avoid Ling Feng's magic eyes, but it could not avoid the pervasive sword spirit on the ground. Those sword spirits came out from the bottom of the ground, as if they had taken root, and went straight into the body of the weasel monster, pierced from below, drilled into the stomach, and the intestines fell out.

It is now pierced by the demon sword, and the pores on his body are leaking. Seeing Ling Feng chasing him, he wanted to fart to disperse him, but his body was pierced by those swords, and he wanted to fart but couldn't let it out.

Ling Feng carried the killing sword and followed the blood stains of the weasel monster sprinkled on the ground. At the beginning, the demon sword of the drought monster made him suffer a lot, but he didn't expect that after he understood the essentials of the 'Demon Sword', he used it on the weasel monster today.

After being pierced by the Demon Sword, the weasel monster was really uncomfortable. Seeing that Ling Feng had chased him, he had to transform back into a human shape and condensed the true qi in his body, intending to force the true qi in his body out of his body.

The weasel monster changed in place and turned back into the appearance of an old man in a green shirt again. His strong hands squeezed in front of his chest, and the void floated in front of him, and a red golden elixir emerged in front of him.

"Ah, it turned out to be a monster in the realm of 'Jindan Period'!" Seeing the old man in the green shirt, Ling Feng actually condensed the golden elixir in front of him, and immediately opened his mouth wide and said incredibly.

"No, I have to get it back to its original shape as soon as possible!" Ling Feng was in a hurry and quickly stretched out his trousers pocket and planned to touch out the demon-coming charm, but he felt empty.

Only then did he remember that when he caught the black cat monster just now, he had already used up the 'present spell', but now there is no 'real charm' on his body.

Ling Feng was so anxious that he could only watch the green-shirted monster in front of his eyes, forcing the Dimoth Sword out of his body.

'Puff~'

The weasel monster held his breath. He condensed the golden elixir outside his body and pressed it with both hands. He only heard a 'poof~' and forced the sword gas in his body out of the body.

However, before his surprised eyes could stay longer, he was surprised to find that there were a few more swords in his body. After counting, there were as many as six!

"Ah, this...what the hell is going on?" The green-shirted monster couldn't help but widen his eyes and said incredibly to the six swords that suddenly appeared in his body.

Ling Feng saw the green-shirted monster with such a blank face. Just like the scene when he was injured by the demon sword of the dry monster, he couldn't help but be interested and was not in a hurry to arrest the weasel monster. Instead, he sat happily and watched it 'self-perform'.

The green-shirted monster was puzzled by the six sword spirits that suddenly appeared in his body. He didn't believe in evil and pointed like a sword, and tested it again.

'Puff~'

This is amazing. The old man in green shirt looked at his body in surprise. Under the severe pain, he actually had another six or sixty-six swordsmen, and the pain on his body was even more uncomfortable, and life was worse than death.

When the green-shirted monster forced out the thirty-six sword spirit hidden in his body for the third time, 108 sword spirits surged in his body! He finally didn't dare to try again.

"This,...what's going on? What kind of evil way do you use? Why are your skills so strange? The green-shirted old man asked Ling Feng doubtfully.

Ling Feng sat on the ground and watched his 'self-performance'. His whole body had been pierced into a hedgehog by Demort's sword gas, and he couldn't help but feel funny. He pointed to the weasel monster and said, "Why don't you try a few more times and force the remaining 108 swordsman spirit out of your body?"

The old man in the green shirt heard Ling Feng's words, but his face turned pale, and his beard moved at the corners of his mouth, and said,

"How can I do that? Now I have been pierced into a hedgehog by this 108 sword spirit in my body. If I force the sword spirit again, I'm afraid that there will be 648 sword spirits in my body. I'm afraid my life is not in life!"

When the old man in green shirt heard Ling Feng's words, he hesitated for a moment on his face. Finally, he asked, "This strange skill is yours. Naturally, you know how to crack it. Don't deceive me."

"No defacing you, no defacing you." Ling Feng quickly waved his hand and said.

The old man in the green shirt really believed it. He made a casual move, and the golden elixir in his body was solidified again. Suddenly, the robe all over his body roared. It endured the pain in his body and finally forced the 648 swords out of the body!

The old man in green clothes finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the feeling of forcing the sword spirit out of the body was comfortable. When he closed his eyes, he had to fiercely cut Ling Feng with the black bamboo sickle in his hand.

Ling Feng sat on the ground and saw that the green-shirted old man couldn't help sighing that the old man's vitality was really tenacious after removing the sword spirit in his body. He was even thinking about whether the demon sword he had just learned from the dry demon was flawed?

"Why didn't the Devil Sword take effect for the third time?" Such a partner's thought flashed in Ling Feng's mind, and he saw the old man in green clothes suddenly attack him.

By the time he woke up, the black bamboo sickle in the other party's hand was less than half an inch away from his forehead!

'Puff~'

The green-shirted monster still maintained the posture of beheading with a black bamboo sickle in his hand, but his body exploded with 3,88 swordsmanship again!

The 3,888 swords in the body of the weasel monster shuttled vertically and horizontally in its body, turning its intestines and stomach. It only widened its eyes and pointed to the wind,

"You,...lie to me"

As soon as it finished saying these words, it was covered by the 3,88 sword spirit, which penetrated through the body, bursting into a bloody fog.

"Even with such a strong vitality, it can't match the Devil's Sword!" Ling Feng looked at the weasel monster who was going to cut himself with a sickle, but he was instantly penetrated by the Demon Sword. He said to himself with emotion.

Ling Feng stood alone in the wind in this unknown hundred thousand mountains, and the blood of weasels in the air dissipated with the wind.

Suddenly, an unprecedented sense of crisis sounded from the bottom of his heart. Ling Feng hurriedly looked around. Except for the mountain wind slowly blowing by the Qingshan River, he did not see anyone.

However, he believed in his 'sixth sense' very much. He suddenly raised his head and saw the void floating in the cave in front of him, and a transparent boundary appeared.