Chapter Eight Hundred and Eighty Second: Zero Knife Ting

The piercing saber air rushed towards his face. look

As soon as he entered, Lin Feng felt the majestic sword world, the whole space was densely covered with a suffocating sword environment, and his body could hardly move. As far as the eye can see, the walls, the ground, and even the top of the unknown metal material are covered with endless knife marks.

"It's such a terrifying sword intent." Lin Feng said darkly.

Just the knife mark has such power, if it is a real knife technique, it is unimaginable.

"The realm of strength, at least the third level."

"Moreover, it is the purest sword heart that has reached the third level again, if it is the military master himself."

The fourth heart of swords!

Lin Feng felt deep admiration in his heart.

This is a military lord who is truly obsessed with swords. Even if he is a great Nirvana powerhouse, his strength may not reach the fourth level, let alone a pure sword heart. The realm of strength is often composed of many aspects, and fusion is the fastest way to increase strength. For example, your own sword world has reached the second level limit, but the sword heart is only the first level limit.

"I was wrong." Lin Feng smiled.

In fact, Tian Xunxiu can't feel such a strong saber intent outside, only entering this room and directly contacting these saber marks can be immersive. The reason why I chose this place is to understand the sword intent and practice sword moves, but right now

"Shoot! Shout!"

Close your eyes, you can clearly see those knife marks, and your body is completely restrained.

Surrounded by endless sword intents, like countless knives exploding in an instant, sharpening his sword heart in every possible way, Lin Feng sank instantly as if he was in the purgatory of the sword demon.

"What!" The leader of the Baijie army jumped up.

With a cloudy expression on his face, he looked directly at Yiwu Junzhu: "What you said is true?"

Yi Wu Junzhu shrugged: "My stupid apprentice told me, and then I went to Qiandao Ting to check, and Lin Feng was indeed inside."

"This kid is really daring!" The leader of the Baijie army raised his eyebrows, furious: "Doesn't he know that he will be hurt by doing this?" Glaring at the leader of Yiwu army, the leader of the Baijie army said: "Now that you have found out, why don't you Let him out?"

"I sent him a voice transmission, but he ignored me." Yiwu Junzhu looked innocent.

"You!" The white Jie army master gritted his teeth angrily.

In an instant, the figure flashed and disappeared.

Qiandao Ting. It is quite famous in the seven districts.

In the former residence of the Lord of the Thousand Swords, a military leader who was addicted to swords like a demon, even after his death, he would leave Qiandao Ting full of sword intent, gathering his life's efforts. Enter Qiandao Ting. It will sharpen the sword heart of the warrior, as if fighting with a sword all the time, to enhance the state of the sword heart.

Just like natural selection, the survival of the fittest, if you can survive, your strength will naturally increase. And if they can't survive, they will be eliminated.

Of course, Qian Dao Ting is not dead, but once a warrior can't bear it, injuries are unavoidable.

It doesn't matter on weekdays, but right now is the critical moment in the battle for the Twelve Alliances.

"Lin Feng!" Bai Jie's army leader shouted outside Qiandao Ting, instilling strength.

As the leader of the seven league contestants this time, he didn't want to see Lin Feng get injured and miss out on this opportunity. Depending on the severity, practice can be done at any time, but the battle for the Twelve Alliances only happens once a year. There is only a 0% chance of getting the ninth and tenth groups.

Don't miss this opportunity!

"Lin Feng! Lin Feng!!" Continuously shouting, the white Jie army leader looked a little ugly.

However, Lin Feng didn't get the slightest response.

"Leave it to him." Yiwu Junzhu suddenly appeared behind him, and the black fan waved: "This kid should be at the critical moment of comprehension, otherwise he would have responded long ago. It's a blessing, not a curse. Sometimes you are too serious and too serious. I don't care, so what if I lose to the Six Alliances, these are just things outside my body."

The leader of the Baijie army turned cold and snorted coldly.

He glanced at Qiandaoting complicatedly, then turned and left with a gloomy expression. The sanctuary has the rules of the sanctuary. Not to mention him, even a warlord can't violate it. Otherwise, he would have pulled Lin Feng out long ago. In his opinion, Lin Feng simply didn't know the importance.

The next Wu Junzhu didn't care either. He shook his fan with a faint smile.

He knew this old friend well, and it seemed inhumane, but he had good intentions, but this Lin Feng

"It's courageous." Yiwu Junzhu said with a sassy smile: "Although it is useful to hold Buddha's feet temporarily, but how much can it be improved in just three days?" Yiwu Junzhu tsk tut: "The disadvantages outweigh the benefits, it's too brave .”

Shaking his head and brain, Yi Wujun will not meddle in other people's business.

Then leave.

At this time, Qiandao Ting was inside. Lin Feng was indeed at a critical moment.

The prepared blood-like sacred fruit has not been taken yet, how can you imagine that entering Qiandaoting is like stepping into the practice field, the most extreme and profound cultivation will start immediately, without a moment of pause, because the moment of pause will inevitably hurt the heart of the sword, including yourself. Injuried.

It's like swimming in the ocean with a giant shark chasing after you.

If you don't want to be caught up by it, you have to swim forward desperately, the faster you swim.

This is Lin Feng's current state.

Only when there is pressure will one's own potential be suppressed. Lin Feng is well aware of this truth. Right now he is already at the limit of the first level of the sword, and he is actually only one step away from breaking through what is lacking. This step is difficult to say, but it is not easy to say that it is simple.

It is the perfect time.

Either get hurt or break through.

There are only two paths.

"If you don't succeed, you will succeed." Lin Feng tried his best, gritting his teeth. At this time, he is like being in the devil's prison of swords, facing endless sword lights every moment, and his heart and body are completely immersed in it, constantly resisting and fighting.

There is no way out.

The strength of the sword and the intent of the sword have reached the extreme.

"I want to be stronger."

"I want to enter the qualifying round!"

Lin Feng's eyes were red and he gritted his teeth.

Lei Huolie, Ji Xinling, Shi Yun, Chi Zhi, and the battle for the Twelve Alliances of Kuidou came to mind one by one, each of them had his first-class combat power, and his thoughts were extremely firm. Seeing these future opponents , Lin Feng felt his blood boil, full of challenges.

In an instant, the ugly face of Liumeng, the leader of the demon army, appeared again, which Lin Feng deeply loathed.

Stress can become a burden, a mountain, and people who are under pressure can be out of breath, decadent or even collapsed; but it can also prompt people to make progress, work hard, do their best, and turn pressure into motivation. Lin Feng is obviously the latter, under the strong coercion of Qiandao Ting's endless sword intent, time after time, round after round

For two days, there was no pause.

The ground was covered with Lin Feng's sweat, completely drenched, and willpower became the key to this secret battle. Possessing the cultivation of Tianlong, the extremely determined Lin Feng finally withstood the impact of the sword intent round after round, and the heart of the sword was like steel tempered hundreds of times, and was finally transformed and sublimated by the sharpening.

A clear feeling of "wow" hit his heart, Lin Feng only felt that his physical strength had taken a huge step, and he felt comfortable all over, stepping into a new level.

The heart of the knife, the second level.

(There is another chapter. A while ago, the sequelae of tiredness and paralysis are not small. I have caught a cold recently. Xiaoxiao has been adjusting. Please forgive me aa) (To be continued.)

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