Chapter 25 Long time no see, the threshold that once made me despair

"Hmm?" Lin Feng looked at the illusion of laughing in a daze and didn't know why.

"Your head, your body, every cell of yours!" He said with a smile.

"Well..." Lin Feng touched his head meaningfully and finally understood the meaning of illusion.

"Ah..." Just as Lin Feng understood, he suddenly let out a earth-shaking scream.

Pain, nowhere to escape pain, pervasive pain, ubiquitous pain suddenly burst out like the pool that had been stored for a hundred years was opened, and the ocean-like pain instantly submerged Lin Feng.

The pain is so wanton and irresistible, but it is so clear that it is clearly displayed in Lin Feng's mind. And the pain is so unreasonable that even if you want to escape from a coma, you can't do it.

However, Lin Feng had exhausted all the spiritual power in his consciousness. Originally, when all the mental strength was exhausted, the pain would be very severe, but what was added to the fire, it had been numb to pain before. At this time, the two phases were superimposed, and the pain broke out like a flood, which was extremely painful.

He smiled for a while. Seeing that Lin Feng's face was really twisted to an incomplea, he was kind-hearted and leaned over his head: "Do you need a physical pain relief method now?"

Lin Feng looked at him and lit his little head as quickly as a chicken eating rice.

"Hey..." with a phantom smile: "Well, from today on, ten second-grade monsters every day."

Lin Feng stared angrily, and his face twisted by the pain became more and more frighteningly angry.

"Do you agree?" Huan slowly stood up, shook his head, and looked regretful as Lin Feng was about to leave.

Lin Feng's heart had long scolded the illusion, but at this time, he had to look at the illusion pitifully and try his little head desperately.

"No, you agreed with this. I didn't force you!" Huanzhi proudly showed an extremely treacherous smile, and then slapped the back of Lin Feng's neck, and poor Lin Feng finally fainted.

"Nah, ah. You promised it yourself!" With a smile, he put Lin Feng's divine consciousness into his black big hand formed by black fog and said, "A noble demon gentleman like me will never do such a thing to take advantage of people's danger."

He tilted his head and thought about it. He didn't know where he found a piece of white paper, reached out to write and draw on the white paper, and then picked up Lin Feng's palm and gently printed it on it: "Cough, such white paper and black characters will have a certificate in the future. Let's see how you fool you play tricks!"

After tossing for a long time, the black and empty sea of knowledge finally returned to silence. It's just that there are creepy laughter from time to time in this black star, the dark moon and the dark earth, which is particularly penetrating.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Feng still lay pale in the black castle. The black stars shed wisps of soft light and quietly enveloped him, and his pale face gradually regained a trace of blood.

"Hmm?" The illusion, who was in a daze, suddenly flashed into the dark sea.

With a cold "hum", his hands suddenly moved, and strange black lines shot out of his dazzling hands one after another, and then disappeared into the void.

At the same time, there was a trace of light on the prohibition he had previously arranged around the Lin family's courtyard, and the little light spots slowly jumped out of the void around the courtyard and slowly connected them into lines. The lines began to entangle, and a large amount of light suddenly shone, suddenly illuminating the already dark night.

"Ah!" After a short and sharp cry, the light disappeared, and the original tranquility around the courtyard was restored. It's just that there is a bloody atmosphere floating in the air, adding an uncoordinated atmosphere to the originally peaceful courtyard.

"How dare you escape?" Huan stopped with some dissatisfaction and tilted his head to look at the infinite deep space.

For a long time, his hands began to move again, and more complicated and inexplicable gestures poured out. A large number of light spots suddenly appeared around the quiet courtyard. They draw inexplicable trajectories in the air with the complex gestures of the sea of knowledge, and then slowly gather to form exquisite lines, constantly flying in the air, leaving mysterious trajectories.

The lines are getting brighter and brighter, and the illusion in the sea is getting faster and faster, and the shape of his hand can hardly be seen.

A drop of sweat poured out of his phantom face. His face became paler and paler, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, like stars hanging on the sea and the sky.

Finally, the movements of Huan's hands gradually slowed down. There was a trace of blood on his face, but the sweat on his forehead became stronger and stronger, like a waterfall straight down from nine days. The land in front of him was already wet.

The lines outside began to darken slowly, but they became more and more textured.

Finally, the magic right index finger gently flicked the little thumb of his left hand. A drop of golden blood and a drop of black blood slowly merged together, and then rushed to the sky and disappeared.

At the same time, a trace of extremely fine brown suddenly appeared above the textured lines**. As soon as they touch those lines, they slowly integrate into them, and the lines become more and more invisible. When brown ** is fully integrated into the lines, those lines will completely disappear, and the quiet courtyard will be quiet again, as if nothing has happened.

In the sea of knowledge, he collapsed to the ground imagelessly, breathing fresh air like a dog. He turned his head to look at Lin Feng, who was still in a coma, and stared at him fiercely. He wanted to do it, but he was too tired to do it.

After lying quietly for a long time, Huan finally stood up in confusion. After walking to the water's edge to freshen up, he walked to the edge of the golden area.

A golden sword rushed at him fiercely, but it was the one he had captured before.

He waved his hand casually and protected his body in a huge black cocoon. Then he stood there quietly, looking deeply at the unrelenting golden area.

I don't know how long it took, but the illusion suddenly sighed gently.

The golden area suddenly returned to calm, and the sigh seemed to have great majesty.

"We are old." Huan suddenly said, as if to say to the golden area, and as if he was talking to himself.

"When you get old, you will naturally have bad luck." Huan's face seems to be a little ugly: "Because after all, this is no longer our era. Naturally, we don't need good luck to show our fists."

"So my luck is bad now." Huan looked at the black sky with some emotion, looked at the thinning black fog, looked at Lin Feng, who had slowly returned to normal, and smiled bitterly.

Suddenly, he pointed to the golden area and let his golden sword break through his outermost protective cover and said, "As for you, what's the use of being so majestic as before? Isn't it the same with me now, quietly nesting in this boy's sea of knowledge?

Speaking of this, his laughter became more and more uncontrollable: "You are not as good as me now. At least I'm awake now and can recover slowly. But what about you?" He looked at the sharp and domineering golden lines with sneering: "Even if you were majestic and irresistible thousands of years ago, you are still muddle-headed, or have you died long ago?"

"What's the use if you're not dead?" The smile on his face became stronger and stronger: "I can already predict that your luck will only be worse than me. Well, this is really a thing that makes me happy and happy."

The originally rolling golden area gradually returned to calm. Then he made an unprecedented huge middle finger to the proud illusion.

The illusion vented his depression and found psychological comfort and stopped staying. He spit fiercely at the golden area, and then quickly rushed into his black castle.

"Your era!" He looked at Lin Feng, who was about to wake up, and muttered.

"Or, it's just your era." Huan smiled softly.

"What?" Lin Feng opened his eyes and looked at it with some surprise.

"Nothing," Huan took out a piece of white paper from his pocket and looked at him and said, "From today on, you have to catch ten second-grade monsters for me every day."

Lin Feng looked at the white paper and black words gloomily and looked bad.

"I have helped you become a sword." Huan's face is even worse.

"But, I..." Lin Feng still wanted to argue.

"When you break through the swordsman to the realm of the swordsman, the second-grade monster will not be your opponent at all." Look at him with bad intentions.

"Okay...Okay." Lin Feng knows that these days are of great help to him, and now he is embarrassed to bargain again.

"Also, someone outside your home had bad intentions just now, but you don't have to worry, the leader and mouse has been casually dismissed by me." Fantasy of the not weak sword spirit and reminded, "Be careful when you go out in the future."

"Well, thank you. Are my parents all right? Lin Jian's hateful face came to his mind. Lin Feng couldn't help worrying and said that he was about to go out.

"It's okay. I rearranged some prohibitions, and now the appearance of Kensei can resist for a while." Huan smiled coldly and said, "I hope that the blind guy will come back soon."

Seeing the obvious pale and haggard face, Lin Feng took out the best [Yipin Peiyuan Dan] and handed it to him, "Take it."

"No, it's a waste." Huan shook his head and said, "The golden area seems to have regained a certain consciousness, but I don't know whether it's good or bad?"

Looking at the calm golden area with some worry, thinking of the vicious method of some top masters in the human world who borrowed corpses to return souls, looked at Lin Feng seriously and said, "You'd better break through to the swordsman as soon as possible. Why do I suddenly feel that your future is so uncertain? Don't be accidentally played to death by others. I still have to find a new host.

Feering the worries and care in the illusory words, Lin Feng nodded gently.

Out of the sea of knowledge, Lin Feng looked at his parents, then picked up the broken sword and earnestly carried out the daily compulsory exercise.

I don't know if it is because of the understanding of the meaning of the sword, the connection between Lin Feng and the broken sword becomes more and more intimate. The broken sword is more and more like a part of his body.

After finishing the daily compulsory homework, Lin Feng touched the lily that had fallen asleep and entered the sea of knowledge again.

The spirit has reached its peak. Lin Feng sits quietly in the sea of knowledge, preparing to break through to the realm of swordsmen.

Slowly running [breaking sword formula], feeling a trace of golden swords slowly flowing and accumulating in the meridians, feeling that his sea of air is slowly full of golden swords, Lin Feng's face shows a trace of bitterness and relief.

A few years ago, he had reached the peak of the swordsman, when the swordsman's threshold was faintly in front of him. It seems that he can step into the dream state at any time. However, in the following years, instead of entering the realm of the swordsman he had longed for, he became farther and farther away from it.

He painfully watched the threshold getting farther and farther in front of him. He painfully saw a sudden crack between the swordsman and the swordsman, and painfully saw that the crack slowly grew and became an abyss.

A desperate abyss, an abyss that can't see any hope.

He was unwilling, working hard and practicing desperately, but the abyss always stopped there. He worked harder and harder, but the abyss eventually became a chasm, an insurmountable chasm, and crossed the chasma of the vast earth.

And now, he finally stood in front of this threshold again, touchable.

Lin Feng gently closed his eyes, and a line of tears quietly crossed the corners of his eyes and landed quietly.

He stood quietly in front of the threshold, stretched out his hand and touched it gently, feeling a little unreal.

The sky has disappeared, the abyss has disappeared, the nightmare is over, and the sun should come out.

Lin Feng stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, stood up and shouted loudly.

The voice echoed in the empty sea of knowledge. Looking at himself as if he were looking at a psychopath, he spit out his tongue with some embarrassment.

Breathing out his chest, Lin Feng looked at his guilty eyes, and he shook his head gently. But when he saw the illusion, he nodded gently and gave himself a thumbs up. Lin Feng smiled and his heart became inexplicably firm.

The threshold a few years ago, I'm here again today!

Quietly looking at the increasingly clear threshold of the swordsman, Lin Feng clenched his fist tightly: the threshold that once made me despair for a long time.

Sitting down gently, Lin Feng's mind slowly immersed himself in each meridians. Looking at the roaring golden swords finally gathered in the vast sea of gas, looking at his tough and broad golden meridians, and looking at the golden swords hovering up and down in the sea of gas, Lin Feng smiled without sadness or joy.