Chapter 26 Swordsman

He silently looked at everything in his sea of anger and ignored it, like a stranger bystander.

Although the golden sword yuan roars like a beast, no matter how much the sea of gas rushes like boiling water, Lin Feng just looks at it quietly without sadness and joy, watching the golden sword yuan entanglement and slowly grow, and watching the sea of gas rolling like the tide, not sad or happy.

There is no trace of pain and despair in my heart, and there is no excitement when ordinary swordsmen break through the swordsman. Lin Feng just looks at it quietly, doesn't think about it, and doesn't think about anything.

A trace of golden sword yuan rushed to tear his consciousness in the vast meridians, and then all rushed into the thrilling whirlpool of the sea of gas. If ordinary people see their own consciousness like this, they are afraid to scream to avoid concessions. But Lin Feng didn't ask, allowing them to be entangled and integrated.

He even looked with a smile as if his consciousness was shattered by a trace of golden sword, and then disappeared in the big whirlpool. He happily appreciated the golden waves constantly stirred up in the boiling whirlpool of the sea of air.

The waves rise one after another, and the other will rise after one disappears. Endless splashing from the big whirlpool and then falling into the huge whirlpool again.

The golden sword is turning faster and faster, and the big whirlpool of the sea of air is getting bigger and bigger, and the waves caused by the rapid rotation are getting bigger and bigger.

At this moment, Lin Feng suddenly heard a crisp bird song.

I don't know where it started, and the song of birds sounded so abruptly in this huge whirlpool.

Then the beast roared. In an instant, the originally empty and monotonous space became so noisy and lively.

A fragrance of flowers also silently enters the heart and spleen, followed by the intoxicating aroma of melons and fruits, and then the smell of sunshine. The whole golden world suddenly became green and vibrant.

Lin Feng looked curiously at these true and false scenery, listened to the ethereal sound, and smelled the faint fragrance. He reached out and gently stroked the wings of the bird, opened his mouth and breathed the fresh air freely.

The huge whirlpool expanded more and more, and all the scenes were fiercely involved in it and began to break. The original ethereal and vague scenery was torn to pieces in an instant, and I don't know what it was.

At this time, the whirlpool running to the extreme rumbled sound, and a trace of spray could not escape.

A part of the divine consciousness that had been watching was also suddenly sucked in and smashed quickly in this terrible whirlpool.

Lin Feng's consciousness suddenly felt blank, empty and didn't know where it was. There was no light, nor darkness.

I don't know how long it has been in this empty space, or for a moment, or thousands of years of vicissitudes. A very slight sound slowly sounded.

The sound burst out violently as soon as it was emitted, like the first thunder that opened the world.

With the outbreak of this thunder, the whirlpool of the sea of gas, which had changed from extreme movement to extremely quiet, also suddenly burst.

Lin Feng's consciousness also burst into a trace of extremely fine cotton wool.

Lin Feng felt that he was so familiar with his body before. That trace of subtle consciousness spread all over his body in an instant, but it clearly conveyed his will to him.

He saw a trace of black impurities in the subtle part of his body. As soon as his mind moved, a trace of black fog wrapped the impurity and brought it out of his body in an instant. He also saw a tiny dark injury in the slight part of his body, and the black fog also rushed up, fine. Repairing those dark sores.

And when Lin Feng's consciousness shot out, with the thunder, the bursting sword vortex suddenly closed in one place, violently stretched and shrank, and suddenly collapsed into a small black hole.

Then droplets of golden liquid slowly flowed out of the black hole, instantly circulating the whole meridians.

There are very few golden drops, and there are only five drops after a reincarnation.

The whole meridians have also undergone great changes, and many small and unknown small meridians have also passed through the five-drop ** swords and gradually connected to the main meridians.

"Is this the realm of swordsmen?" Lin Feng's mind moved, and the busy divine consciousness gathered together, and there was no awkwardness at all. His sensitivity to the vitality of the body's sword has also risen by more than one step.

Feeling the small changes in his body and the differences in his surroundings, Lin Feng smiled slightly: "It's really a different feeling. It's a brand-new world!"

"I don't know what it will look like to feel the world at the swordsman level?" Feeling this new understanding of the world, Lin Feng couldn't help yearning for the sword saint level.

When the divine consciousness came to the sea of Qi and saw the quietly rotating black hole, Lin Feng couldn't help but be a little curious. He carefully came up and suddenly felt a huge suction. Lin Feng hurriedly retreated, but even so, he was also sucked in part.

The black hole kept swallowing and breathing, spitting out a small black droplet for a moment.

Lin Feng tentatively touched the droplet, and the small black droplet naturally integrated into his consciousness.

As soon as his mind moved, Lin Feng's consciousness sat on the sea of Qi and quietly practiced [forging god].

A trace of black fog slowly penetrated from his body and quietly surrounded his consciousness, but was soon swallowed by the black hole, and then slowly formed small black droplets into Lin Feng's consciousness.

Lin Feng's consciousness became more and more condensed, and his original clear consciousness was actually a trace of black at this moment, as if he had been covered with a black veil.

Feering the benefits of this small black droplet, Lin Feng couldn't help touching his chin. Well, it seems that there are a lot there?

Looking at the five small golden drops floating in his sea of air, Lin Feng frowned and had a bold idea.

Carefully putting a small drop in his hand, Lin Feng's heart skimmed some of the words on [blood refining]. The hands moved subconsciously, and mysterious lines slowly emerged. These lines slowly merged and gradually formed the appearance of a sword.

As soon as the shape of the sword is formed, five small golden drops automatically fill it. They collide with each other and tear each other, and gradually merge into the shape of a broken sword.

Looking at the golden sword slowly forming, Lin Feng was a little surprised, and he dared not neglect the movements on his hands.

Carefully polished the shape of the golden sword, refining the shape of the still unstable golden sword becomes more and more stable.

He did not know that at this time, in his sea of knowledge, the golden sword light in the golden area rolled and moved violently, shining the originally black space as brightly as day.

The golden sword was finally formed, and the black hole in the sea of gas rudely swallowed him.

Lin Feng looked nervously at the indecisive black hole for fear that it would turn the golden sword into liquid droplets again.

After the half-pillar incense, the small black hole finally stopped moving and spit out a condensed golden sword.

Lin Feng grabbed this small broken sword happily and tossed it over happily and couldn't put it down.

Suddenly, Lin Feng felt a pain in his heart, and a drop of bright blood came and rushed to the golden broken sword.

Lin Feng was a little dull. Thinking that his broken sword also sucked his blood, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy when he looked at the blood-sucking golden dagger refined by himself.

The golden dagger that absorbed the blood became more and more solid. It gently swam in the sea of Qi and swallowed the sword. It looked cute and had some spirituality.

At this time, the scenery in the sea of gas changed, and the previously blurred scenery appeared clearly again at this moment.

There are insects and beasts, mountains and rivers, fruits and vegetables, and a vague road that I don't know where to go.

Suddenly, he felt that there was something in his hand. Lin Feng looked down and saw that the golden sword stopped in his hand and rubbed his arm affectionately, which was a little childish and naughty.

"Is this the opportunity mentioned by the illusion?" Lin Feng looked around curiously, and then stood on the vague road that he didn't know where to go.

Walk slowly, and the road will become clear, but the road that has not yet settled is still ethereal.

"What a strange road!" Lin Feng looked at the extremely clear scenery around him and couldn't help but be a little curious.

The road slowly extended and gradually came to an abyss. The abyss that stretches out quietly stood in front of Lin Feng. The other side seems to be close at hand, but it seems to be far away, and it is impossible to cross it in this life.

Under the abyss, he screamed repeatedly, but he didn't know what kind of creature it was. Just listening to the sad and roar, he knew that it was not an easy and kind.

Lin Feng stopped and stood quietly on the bank of the cliff. He looked down, but he couldn't see thousands of feet.

He picked up a stone and gently threw it down. For a long time, he couldn't hear the sound of landing.

Looking back, the way out is already ethereal. Just like the road ahead.

With a slight smile, Lin Feng turned around and suddenly disappeared into a bottomless abyss.

The road ahead is an abyss, and the road ahead is an abyss. At this moment, Lin Feng stood fixedly on a lonely peak between the two abyss, and there were no ancients in front of him or anyone coming back.

The clouds are ethereal and slowly float up from the abyss. In the blink of an eye, Lin Feng's lonely peak was surrounded by layers of clouds, which actually had a sense of coldness.

There is no way forward, and the back road is also broken. Lin Feng stood alone on the only piece of land between the world like a lost child, silent.

A goose passed by the sky, made a desolate and distant cry, and then went straight up to nine days, disappearing among the layers of vast clouds.