Chapter 24 Sword meaning, sword meaning

"Blink your sister!" Walking angrily on the grass under the black stars, because the face mixed with various emotions such as envy, hatred, happiness and love looks as complicated as a rag at this moment.

How could he forget that before the dilapen sword light that smashed the local star thousands of years ago, a rare autumn wind blew on the local star. At that time, it was summer, and thousands of yellow leaves flew like butterflies all over the sky, indescribably sad and sad.

"Kid, I'm afraid you can understand the meaning of the sword a few more times." At this time, the illusion was sitting on the golden castle, looking at the golden sword flying all over the sky, and said bitterly.

Looking at the obvious illusion, Lin Feng was a little worried.

"Are you all right?"

"Nothing." The phantom eyes quietly looked into the distance, as if they had traveled through endless time and space. His eyes are a little vicissitudes, some desolate, some remembrance, but more complex things that are difficult to let go now. With a sigh, he turned his head and looked at Lin Feng with a smile and said, "I just thought of the sword light thousands of years ago. An autumn wind took away 50,000 iron-blooded good men under my subordinates. A sword light buried me and made me fall asleep and shed tears in my hometown."

The summer breeze quietly blew the black sky. The long black hair is flying in the wind, and the black stars and the moon are getting darker and darker, with an incomprehensant depression and desolation.

It was summer, and it was a cool breeze, but the forest wind shivered and was a little sad.

"Well..." Lin Feng scratched his head with some distress and looked at the sad illusion with some eager eyes.

"Ha..." Looking at the poor Lin Feng, he stretched out his hand and threw Lin Feng's divine knowledge, which had returned to normal, into his black big hand, and laughed at Lin Feng's divine knowledge, which was suddenly split in half.

"Little boy, chop you to death, hum!" The complex illusion looked at Lin Feng fiercely and said.

And then he didn't give Lin Feng any time to rest. When Lin Feng's consciousness became two halves, he pulled it out to help him barely make up for it, and then threw it in again for a moment.

So, some inhuman shrill calls kept sounding in the empty and dark sea of knowledge.

"Noise!" The hallucination, who was obviously in a bad mood, blocked the mouth of Lin Feng's consciousness, which was broken in half. Whew..." The world is finally quiet. Huan proudly looked at Lin Feng, who was more and more twisted and ferocious because of the pain and could not shout, and finally felt better.

Well, it's really a good way to build your happiness on the pain of others!

It was like a fantasy, and then threw the randomly repaired Lin Feng divine consciousness into the black big hand again.

Lin Feng has the mind to cry at this moment. Huan Naya was obviously a private revenge. Every time she threw herself at the bottom of the vicious golden sword, she had been cut off completely before she made any preparations. Then the hateful guy casually glued his consciousness together and threw it in again. He was pitiful that he was split in half again when he was in pain!

"Ah, ah, ah..." Lin Feng, who was sad and indignant, shouted angrily in his heart because his mouth was sealed.

"No, you can't do this anymore!" Lin Feng thought as he watched the golden sword split himself in half again.

Looking at the evil right hand stretched out again, Lin Feng, who was broken in half, gritted his teeth and twisted his body, abruptly avoiding the big hand. It's just that the dilapidated two halves of the consciousness are even worse because of the difficult twisting action, and the pain can't be more painful.

However, when this pain reached the extreme, Lin Feng suddenly could not feel any pain. Under the accumulation of pain, it reached a very high level, and Lin Feng's two halves of consciousness were numb.

huan looked at his empty right hand in surprise. He just wanted to reach in again to grab Lin Feng's poor consciousness, but suddenly stopped his movements. He just looked at Lin Feng's poor two halves of his consciousness with shining eyes, as if he saw an extremely beautiful ** woman, and his face was a little obsessed.

Lin Feng's two halves of consciousness tried their best to gather together. Because of numbness, he could not feel any pain. Because he could not feel the pain, his thinking was clearer than usual. Because of clarity, he felt something.

fierce, domineering, moving forward! Lin Feng closed his eyes gently. He fell into a state of sadness and joy.

His divine consciousness has never felt this golden sword before.

He felt the golden sword domineeringly hit his poor consciousness.

He felt the determination when the golden sword cut into his consciousness, and the coldness was like a broken bamboo. Like cutting vegetables with that sharp kitchen knife, he could even hear a slight sound.

He felt that the golden sword disdainfully passed everything in his weak consciousness and never looked back.

He felt the golden sword floating freely in the air...

He vaguely understood something, so he gently opened his eyes and quietly looked at the golden sword.

At this time, Lin Feng suddenly felt a trace of coolness.

A very fine breeze quietly brushed through his divine consciousness. Lin Feng closed his eyes again and felt the extremely fine breeze brushing his heart, brushing his broken two half divine consciousness, brushing the vast earth, brushing every small cell in his body, and then began to quietly enter his blood, his bones and his soul.

Then he opened his eyes and saw the yellow leaves all over the sky, dancing and flying in this extremely fine breeze.

He gently raised a hand and quietly looked at the palm of his hand, looking at the extremely small breeze.

"The golden sword is like an autumn wind." He muttered softly.

Then he looked at the powerful and unparalleled golden sword spirit with a smile, felt the doubts, cheers, joy, relief and other complex emotions from the golden sword, and could no longer resist the great joy in his heart, opened his mouth and laughed loudly and presumptuously.

Jumping up, he reached out and took the golden sword and put it in his hand. The dilapidated consciousness slowly healed quietly, and a warm and refreshing feeling was continuously transmitted from the golden sword, like his mother's warm hands, slowly healing some of the dark wounds on his consciousness.

He waved his hand gently, and the golden sword intended to do everything fiercely on his big hand, and then gently shook his golden tail at him, and then penetrated into the large golden area and disappeared.

Lin Feng waved his hand gently, and a small golden light gently hit his big black hand.

The big black hand shook, looked at Lin Feng with complex eyes, and his left hand moved casually. The originally thin black big hand was immediately as dark as ink, as solid as gold.

Lin Feng waved his hands, and the golden light cheered in the big black hand, like a fish. Gradually, there began to be a breeze in the black big hand. With more and more golden light, the breeze slowly became bigger, and the swaying golden light became stronger and stronger, and Lin Feng's face began to become solemn.

He spread out his right hand and quietly stretched out to the intricate golden light.

The breeze began to condense in his hand, and the golden light slowly converged and merged. Finally, his whole right hand was completely covered with gold, and in this Hesse sea of knowledge, he looked like the warm yellow light of the beans lit in the house.

Finally, when there was no breeze in the black big hand and a wisp of golden light, Lin Feng's right hand surrounded by dim yellow light clenched fiercely. The whole black big hand suddenly darkened.

Then he slowly stretched out his right hand, and a very small and solid golden sword lay there quietly.

Lin Feng looked at this tiny golden sword, and a few blushes quietly appeared on his pale face. He reached out and wiped his forehead, only to find that he had been covered with sweat.

"Sword meaning, sword meaning." Lin Feng couldn't help muttering.

Looking up at the white face and seeing him nodding, Lin Feng took a soft breath.

Injecting all the power in his consciousness into this hard-won golden sword, Lin Feng did not hesitate to hit the big black hand fiercely.

Without the shocking sound, the golden sword began to break inch by inch, and then collapsed and dissipated in the black big hand.

"No breakthrough?!" Lin Feng scratched his head with some depression.

Just as Lin Feng was about to let Huan release his black big hand, his big black hand, which looked intact and solid, suddenly had a gap. As soon as the gap appears, it continues to extend around.

The sound of "squeaky" sounded densely, and the black fog kept peeling away from the black big hand. Then with a loud noise, the black big hand finally collapsed, first broken into fragments on the ground, and then turned into wisps of black fog and slowly dissipated in this boundless black consciousness.

"Ah..." Lin Feng opened his mouth wide in a daze and was speechless for a long time.

"It's really good!" Lin Feng, who stood for a while, thought happily.

Just wanted to celebrate the joy of singing and dancing, but seeing that the white jade-like face was as gloomy as water at this moment, Lin Feng gave up this idea, but the happiness in his heart was still uncontrollable.

"Golden sword!" Huan rubbed his nose angrily and looked at Lin Feng maliciously.

"Why..." Lin Feng couldn't help retreating a few steps in fear.

"Nothing..." Huan smiled gently: "Congratulations on your practice of swords."

"Ha ha, ha, it's all up to your good teaching." Lin Feng smiled stupidly.

"However, don't you feel a sharp pain all over your body now?" Follow the good way with bad intentions.