Chapter 29 Sword Soul Sky

"It's really boring!" Lin Feng waved his golden sword, but did not look back and strode forward.

Several human swordsmen abandoned their swords with their hands and covered their throats desperately, hopeing that they could cover the wound and stop bleeding. They breathed the air, but the air escaped from their throats. After shaking a few times, they fell to the ground one after another and died of breath.

"Don't be sad, and the road ahead is stained with blood. The vast red dust road, Yinyin Baigu Mountain. Lin Feng shook his head, but he didn't know what it was like.

At this time, the inexplicable path was full of demons, all holding bright weapons, ferocious and bloody eyes, wearing blood-stained clothes, and rushed up murderously.

At this moment, there is no family affection of friends of the same kind, only bloody bodies, only crazy demons surrounded by heavy blood, only endless killings, only tired white bones, broken weapons, and dead bodies.

The demons in this place have all lost their minds, and there is only endless killing in their minds. They desperately poke their weapons into other people's bodies while avoiding other people's weapons from entering their bodies.

Only when others die can they live by themselves. This is the simplest question.

Lin Feng shuttled quickly through this sea of demons with a golden sword. His limbs and blood flew around, whining and shouting. He rushed out of a bloody road in a bloody wind.

"It's all over." Lin Feng stabbed the golden sword into the throat of the last human, looked back at the road full of broken limbs, and muttered.

In the distant sky, a bloody sunset is slowly falling, and the whole world is stained with a layer of hazy red.

"It's over." Lin Feng closed his eyes tiredly and hung down the broken sword that had bright red at this moment. He doesn't know how long he has killed or how many times he has avoided killing. He just felt that on his bone marrow, soul, every cell on his body was full of blood, and he was like immersed in this boundless sea of blood for hundreds of years.

Slowly lying in this boundless blood, Lin Feng felt unprecedented fatigue, but his brain was unprecedentedly awake. Every stabbed sword, every sword pulled out the blood bone, every killed creature, every drop of blood splashed on his body, and every cut white bone flashed clearly and vividly in his mind like a movie.

A low voice suddenly appeared between heaven and earth: "What should I do?"

Lin Feng didn't answer, just lay there quietly.

"What should I do?" The sound suddenly increased by a few degrees.

Lin Feng didn't seem to hear it, but his hand grasped the sword firmly grasped the hilt and burst out a few blue veins.

"What should I do?!" This voice that I don't know where it came suddenly spread all over the world. Everywhere in the world, the voices were superimposed and overlapped, becoming louder and louder.

"Kill!" Lin Feng moved his lips gently and whispered.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Lin Feng roared loudly.

The original huge and unparalleled voice suddenly disappeared, and the forest wind roared like crazy echoing quietly between heaven and earth. Tianyu, which was originally dyed red by the sunset, became more and more red, as if it was going to drip a drop of blood.

"That's it." He opened his eyes and looked at the bright red sky and said to himself.

So, the endless road suddenly reached the end, and the originally vivid scenery retreated like a tide, and he appeared in his own sea of air.

The sea of gas is still the same, but the dark black hole is getting deeper and deeper, and the golden sword is more and more textured, and there is a faint red light on it.

The golden sword suddenly moved and gently rubbed Lin Feng like a child. Seeing that Lin Feng was not punished and disgusted, he happily rolled around him and pressed Lin Feng's cheek from time to time.

Lin Feng looked at his sea of anger and sighed faintly: "Is this good? Or is it bad?"

Reaching out and holding the cute sword rolling next to him, Lin Feng smiled: "After these roads, you are becoming more and more spiritual."

Suddenly, the golden sword stagnated, and then dragged Lin Feng's consciousness quickly along the meridians.

Soon the golden sword entered Lin Feng's right wrist and stopped there quietly.

"Isn't it?" Lin Feng looked at the gloomy wind in front of him and couldn't help screaming, "There is still endless!"

Before he could cry, a ghost had found him and rushed at him fiercely, but more ghosts rushed to the golden sword and surrounded it.

"Who can tell me what's going on?" Looking at all kinds of demons and monsters rushing to his face, Lin Feng's tired body and mind became more powerless and decadent.

"Such a strong hatred? No way?" Lin Feng felt the huge hatred on those ghosts from afar. Soon, what he could see was all kinds of dark spirits, and there were all kinds of ferocious smiles in his ears.

"Brother, I don't have any deep hatred with you, do I?" Although the broken sword mark is on his wrist, the space inside seems to be infinitely large, and this infinite space is full of black ghosts covering the sky and the sun.

"Damn broken sword, I'm not finished with you!" Lin Feng didn't have time to roar and drown in this boundless gloomy army.

When you look closer, you can see that Lin Feng clenched his teeth and struggled to hold up a thin golden protective ring. You should know that these ghosts who have been trapped here for thousands of years are full of negative emotions such as anger, sadness, despair, hatred and so on. If Lin Feng's weak consciousness was stained a little, he would immediately be submerged in the boundless negative emotions and soon become one of them.

As for the golden sword, it has long been surrounded by the encircled yin spirits three times and three circles outside. I don't know whether it is dead or alive.

"What should I do?" Lin Feng's forehead began to drip with sweat. Although these ghosts have been trapped and do not know that their power has been extremely weak for thousands of years, the anger and resentment that has been accumulated for thousands of years continues to permeate through the thin protective circle. And those hundreds of millions of ghosts keep hitting the poor protective ring with their teeth and claws. The protective ring is crumbling and will break at any time. At that time, these angry ghosts will soon eat up Lin Feng's consciousness.

"No." Thinking of this festival, Lin Feng shivered. He should not become these hateful ghosts.

"Ah ah!!!" Lin Feng pinched his thighs hard, allowing blood to flow from his thighs. He stimulated his nerves with the severe pain and reluctantly kept his poor consciousness a little awake.

However, the color of the golden protective cover is getting darker and darker, and the roars in his heart are becoming clearer and clearer. His head begins to be confused and drowsy, and he really can't stand it.

Gradually, the red sky on the previous endless road appeared in his mind, and a layer of red fog appeared in his mind. I don't know where the red fog came from, but it spread as soon as it appeared. Although the red fog was extremely light, it slowly and firmly occupied every inch of land in his mind.

If it goes on like this, I will become a murderous madman even if I don't die, right? Lin Feng felt that his eyes had begun to turn red, and his mind was gradually full of various tyrannical negative emotions such as killing and destruction.

"Help!" Lin Feng called silently from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, a golden torrent suddenly appeared and then fiercely killed the yin spirits.

And those previously aggressive ghosts continue to dodge at the sight of this golden torrent, as if the winter snow has seen the summer sunshine. Unable to avoid it, he screamed and turned into a wisp of green smoke.

"What's going on?" Lin Feng, who was extremely weak, lay on the ground and stared at the dramatic side in front of him and was stunned.

"Wh. Why is this golden torrent so familiar? Lin Feng scratched his head, identified it carefully for a long time, and suddenly let out an incredible moan: "Isn't this the golden area in the sea I know?"

"You just recognized it?" Suddenly, a release came from my side. Unruly voice: "I'm surprised. That guy doesn't know what he wants to do in your sea of knowledge. So that's what your boy did.

"You, you..." Lin Feng looked at the illusion that appeared beside him and opened his mouth wide.

"Daily, I told you that I can freely enter and out of your sea. As for such a fuss?" He curled his lips disdainfully, looked at the gloomy spirit that kept turning into green smoke in the distance, and suddenly thought of something and rushed up with a scream.

"..." Lin Feng was speechless.

But when he saw the illusion, he rushed to those yin spirits fiercely, and the black fog kept coming out of his body, quickly refining the yin spirit's mouth and shouting loudly: "Wow, great tonic, great tonic. Hey, the golden guy over there, slow down, I'm useful!"

Lin Feng twitched the corners of his mouth and stopped paying attention to this best. Then he remembered his golden sword and hurriedly ran in the direction of the sword.

The golden torrent suddenly stopped and then rushed to the place where the golden sword was submerged.

Then, the golden light was great, and the whole world of broken sword marks burst into a very strong and bright light.

Everything is still, and the world is only this dazzling golden and touching light left.

The golden sword, which was originally long, suddenly rolled and changed dramatically. It was large and small, and a sharp golden sword light kept emitting from it, breaking up the rags of the surrounding ground.

Slowly, the golden sword stopped firing the sword light. It slowly became bigger and bigger, and the golden light became more dazzling, as if to occupy the whole world of broken sword marks. The phantom dodged the huge sword, and the screams of the ghosts came one after another, and the sound of continuous growth turned into blue smoke. The surviving ghosts were even more trembling and squeezed into a group of horror to look at the huge sword.

"Cock..."

A little light kept peeling off the golden sword and began to be extremely slow. Then, like rain, the whole world of broken sword marks an unprecedented yellow sword rain.

Lin Feng was stunned and didn't know what had happened to his poor golden sword in the golden area.

The golden rain took a long time to stop. The ground of the broken sword marks the world is full of potholes and small holes, and wisps of black gas slowly shake up from these small holes, not knowing how deep it is thousands of miles.

At the end of the light and rain, Lin Feng stared at the place where the huge sword was originally erected, but he couldn't see anything.

Looking around doubtfully, I saw a palm-sized golden sword slowly standing in the place of the previous giant sword.

The little sword is golden, exuding a charming color like the purest gold. The shape is exactly the same as the black broken sword, just a reduced version. When you look carefully, it also emits a touching light, and if you are not careful, your whole mind will be addicted to it.

"No way..." Lin Feng frowned and looked at the small broken sword, and suddenly a trace of uneasiness flashed in his heart. The broken sword drank his own blood, and the golden sword he refined also ate a drop of blood in his heart. This golden broken sword, which has been reduced several times, will not be stained with his own blood, will it?

Suddenly, my heart ached, and I saw a bright blood flying up along the blood vessels like a moth, and then absorbed nothing left by the golden broken sword.

"..." Lin Feng gritted his teeth and looked at his blood, speechless.

The golden broken sword that absorbed the blood was golden, and then calmed down. It's just that the previous luster seems to be covered by blood, and now it becomes extremely ordinary.

"Well, it looks better this way." Lin Feng just wanted to take the broken sword and appreciate it carefully, but he saw the golden broken sword staggering and stood up.

It staggered a few steps and stopped, shaking left and right, as if it was looking at something. Then he shook his sword violently, as if he saw something that made him disapproval.

"What is this?" I don't know when, Huan has come over and looks at the inexplicable golden broken sword.

The broken sword seemed to understand the sound of the illusion and began to look straight at the illusion, as if it was carefully looking at something.

I was frightened and trembling to stand still and dare not move.

Suddenly, the broken sword seemed to recognize the illusion and stabbed his throat angrily.

With a strange cry, he hurriedly hid behind Lin Feng.

The broken sword is still unrelent, firmly chasing the illusion and stabbing fiercely.

"Ah, ah, is that you?" Huan also seemed to recognize the broken sword and shouted with some collapse, "Stop!!!"

The broken sword really stopped, but still stared at the illusion.

"What?" Lin Feng looked at the two living treasures confused and didn't know why.

"I..." The golden broken sword made a sound as cold as metal.

It seemed that I was not used to it. The golden broken sword coughed a few times before saying, "My name is heaven."

"click..." Lin Feng exclaimed painfully and quickly pressed his dislocated chin.

Looking at the golden broken sword with amazement, Lin Feng felt that his head was not enough.

"It's really you!" Looking at the broken sword in front of him, he reached out to cover his head and was very desperate.

"Do I know you?" The golden broken sword made a sword-like metal sound and looked at it doubtfully.

"Don't you know me?" The phantom jumped like thunder: "Don't you know that you chased me and killed me as soon as I came out?"

"Who let you provoke me before and stole a wisp of sword?" The light of the sword on the golden broken sword is uncertain.

"..." Huan couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of old blood and thought very bitterly. Isn't it all for your master?

He turned around the golden broken sword in surprise and asked tentatively, "You really don't know me?"

"Nonsense, there is something wrong with your IQ. Can't you understand people's words?" The golden broken sword is very despised.

"Oh, who is he?" Lin Feng stabbed the illusion that he was about to vomit blood and die, and asked in a low voice.

"I am the soul of your broken sword, and my name is heaven." The sky is very cool.

"..." Lin Feng looked at the sky pitifully and asked, "What is the sword soul?"

"The sword soul is not a thing." He said with some gloating.

A sword light came across, and the metallic sound sounded again: "You are not a thing."

Lin Feng looked at the majestic and head-holding illusion in a messy way, and felt that the world was subverted in an instant.

"Who can explain to me what's going on?" Lin Feng collapsed.

"Simply put, he is the soul of the dark broken sword outside you, do you understand?" Fantasy hung up the war-free card. When he saw Lin Feng still blinking his big eyes puzzled, he couldn't help but feel a little incredible: "You don't even know what the sword soul is, do you?"

"Hmm." Lin Feng honestly nodded his head and looked like asking for advice with an open mind if he didn't understand.

"Well, as a swordsman, you are definitely a great shame in the sword world." A disdainful face.

Lin Feng didn't come up in one breath. What's wrong with him? Why did it become a disgrace to the sword world?

"Do you know that the ten innate swords in your human world all have sword souls?" Phantom and good inducement.

"I don't know."

“......”

Huan looked at Lin Feng sadly, and then said in a heavy tone, "If all the warriors in your world are like you, I am very worried about the future and fate of your world."

"In a word, a good sword must have its own sword soul, and a sword with a sword soul can evolve into a congenital sword weapon, understand? According to your calculation, the swords with sword souls in the human world add up to less than a hundred.

"So, this is a good phenomenon and a good thing?" Lin Feng looked at the golden broken sword with shining eyes and said excitedly, "Have you finished it soon? As for the words that have been in vain for so long?

"The rotten wood cannot be carved!" He shook his head in despair: "Prank the piano to the cow!"

"Do you have anything else?" Tian looked at Lin Feng and asked coldly.

"No, what? What's wrong with you?"

"I'll go first if it's okay. Goodbye." Tian was too lazy to take care of these two living treasures and turned into a golden light and disappeared.

Lin Feng: "..."

huan: "..."