Chapter 230 Sword-shaped Soul

"I don't blame you." Nangong Feng stared at the bright moon and whispered. A wisp of breeze brushed, setting off smoke and dust all over the sky, and the land burned by the fire was devastated. The greenness of the past has turned into a black charcoal now, and the creatures are silent, full of desolation.

After Nangong Feng cried bitterly, his mood stabilized a lot, and the resentment in his heart gradually subsided. Looking at Huang Feng, Qin Shuanger and the leader of the four demons turned into sons and tried their best. No matter how much resentment they were, they would disappear.

The important thing is that Huang Feng is now his only relative. Just like he is Huang Feng's only relative. There is no inalable hatred between relatives.

"The culprit is Fu Lun's grandfather, Fu Lao." Qin Shuang'er and others came at the right time.

"It was he who turned into a son to kill Nangong Feng. Later, he hired a magic figure because he was worried that he would be found out by the sect. In this way, no one doubts him. Lu Xiangdao.

Huang Feng's eyes burst out two shots, clenched his fists and said, "Brother Feng, I will definitely avenge this."

Fu Lao hated Huang Feng so much that he couldn't wait to kill Huang Feng himself. It is possible to do anything.

Huang Feng didn't want to take action against the sect elders, but now, he hit the knife himself, which will fulfill him.

"No, I'll avenge this!" Hearing the enemy, Nangong Feng suddenly stood up and swept away his baldness. His eyes were like a sword, and his spiritual power was extremely condensed. Unexpectedly, he merged with the rhythm of the sword peak to form a resonance.

"Oh, my God, I used to look like a blind eye!" Panshe has been observing the Nangong wind, and the sword imprint in the middle of its eyebrows is the most eye-catching and contains endless secrets.

"What did you find?" Huang Feng quickly asked, and he could feel that Nangongfeng had changed, but he couldn't say where the specific change was.

"His soul is actually sword-shaped." The snake told amazing news.

People are talented. Some are manifested in physical fitness, some are expressed in intelligence, and some are manifested in instinct... all kinds of things!

Like Qin Shuanger's talent, it is reflected in her physique and is a purple wind fairy body. The cultivation speed is extremely fast, and it also gives the ability of speed.

Huang Feng's talent is intellectual, understanding something, very fast.

But the most obscure talent lies in the soul!

There is no doubt that the sword-shaped soul is most suitable for practicing kendo. Among tens of millions of people, only one person is likely to awaken such a soul.

Obviously, Panshe did not find it before, because Nangong Feng had not really awakened at that time.

"If I don't guess correctly, his previous life must be a person with extreme kendo." Panshe exclaimed and then said, "Then it is not surprising that he can control the golden snake sword with the help of the will of the sword cliff."

"Do you mean that he can enter the heavenly way to practice?" Huang Feng's head is running fast. What does Tiandao practice pay attention to?

Talent!

Good, the better the talent, the more suitable it is for heavenly practice.

"If he doesn't enter the cultivation world, that is the loss of the cultivation world!" The snake said proudly.

When Huang Feng heard this, he was overjoyed and was most worried that Nangong Feng would leave him a hundred years later. No one can resist life, old age, illness and death, and secular people live for a hundred years.

The practitioners are not the same for a hundred years in a blink of an eye. If Nangong Feng can enter the heavenly way to practice, it will be very different.

"Nangongfeng, why don't you take us back to Tianxuanmen? I will ask the master to take you in..." Qin Shuanger thought for a moment.

"No!" Huang Feng shook his head. Maybe his place of practice is here!

Everyone was stunned, looked at Jianfeng, and then looked at the sword imprint on Nangong Feng's eyebrows, which filled with a strong sword spirit, giving people a feeling of bathing in Kendo.

Nod slightly, or this is really the best place for Nangong wind.

"Huang Feng, I feel the fate!" Nangong Feng returned to his elegant style, standing with his hands on his back, and his clothes fluttering. Turning over, "I just fainted and seemed to have entered a wonderful space, where I was summoned!"

Nangong Feng pointed to Jianfeng and listened, "It's calling me back."

"Legend has it that this is the Taoist temple of the ancient sword school. Is it true?" Lv Xiang is most familiar with the history of Jianfeng.

"I don't know if there is a dojo. But I know that this is the end of my fate and the beginning. Nangong Feng said an esoteric sentence, and everyone was confused and unclear.

The ancient sword school was annihilated in history and sealed the dojo. Are they waiting for the return of people?

"If there is no mistake in guessing, he is either recognized by the Taoist temple by his talent. Or it is the reincarnation of a great kendo figure, and there is nothing else but these two possibilities. The snake road.

"Brother Feng..." Huang Feng suddenly had a sense of reluctance to part. It seems that after today, he and Nangong Feng will not see each other for a long time, and may even never see each other.

This kind of faint sadness of separation lingers in my heart, like spider silk, entangled and annoying.

Huang Feng, today's departure is for a better reunion in the future. If I show up in time, the damn bastard will be solved by myself. If I have an accident, you can fulfill my obligations. The sound of Nangong wind is like coming from the sky, far away.

Any inheritance has a test for the heirs, and if it passes, of course it is good. If you can't make it, you may die on the spot.

"I will!" Huang Feng focused on it.

Boom!

Suddenly, Jianfeng trembled, and a surging sword spirit rushed to the flames. A strange force came to Nangong Feng's body and held him up.

The ground shook, and the sword peak seemed to crack, and everyone was almost unsteady.

Huang Feng waved, auspicious clouds landed, and everyone rose up in the air, almost stunned.

"Jianfeng, it's cracked!"

"You see, there seems to be a huge sword in the center..."

Everyone is at a high altitude with a panoramic view. Jianfeng seemed to be split in half by a sword, revealing the true face of Lushan Mountain.

Nangong Feng slowly landed into the center, and the last smile contained farewell words.

Boom!

Jianfeng slowly returned to its original state, and even the sword spirit on the sword cliff disappeared. It has become an ordinary mountain.

The parting came so suddenly, Huang Feng was melancholy and meditated. The parting was to meet better!

"Have you gone back to Tianxuanmen?" The rescue of Nangong Feng finally came to an end, and Qin Shuanger may have to say goodbye to Huang Feng again.

"No." Huang Feng's answer was expected by everyone. Before you go back, I want you to be in the realm of the two gods.

"What?" Everyone's ears rang and thought they had heard it wrong.

The five magical treasures were released from the Lianyang River, completely without the will of the master, and became a masterless thing.

"The blood recognizes the Lord, and it hits the realm of the two gods in this square. I personally protect your law." Huang Feng said that he has never been stingy with his own people.

"This happiness came so fast that we were all caught off guard." Lu Xiang grinned.

"But we have requirements!" Song Shuiqing Road.

"You leave the magic power treasure of the dragon clan and detain the magic power on other magic treasure books." Tianyang Road. Everyone smiled and nodded, and the friendship was permeated and warmed people's hearts.

Huang Feng's heart warmed, and of course he knew what they thought. The more magical power there are, the more vigorous the cultivation will be. As long as there is no load. They all know that Huang Feng needs magic power most at this time. Nine months have passed since the three years of war. If they really condense their magic power by themselves, they are afraid that it will be difficult to improve their three years of cultivation.