Chapter 915: Thousand Swords Pilgrimage

Feng Qiuyan replied: "The first thing to do is to solve the problem of physical strength and vitality. This problem can be compensated by some skills that restore vitality. However, even with skills that can restore vitality, it is impossible to fully restore vitality, and the consumption of physical strength is also a problem. Fortunately, after I read a lot of classics, I finally came up with a way, that is, fighting for war."

"How to support war with war?" Zhou Wen knew what the word meant, but in wartime, it was because there was time to rest.

After being surrounded by a single person, there is no time to rest at all. How to fight for war?

"First reduce the consumption of oneself, and then seize the vitality of the enemy..." Feng Qiuyan said, waving the life and soul knife in his hand, and there seemed to be some kind of strange magic power on the life and soul knife. The vitality was sucked into the blade.

"You...you can..." Zhou Wen didn't know what to say, this kind of ability to devour other people's vitality is very rare.

Zhou Wen also saw that Xia Jiuhuang used it, Feng Qiuyan was the second one, and he didn't know how he learned it.

Feng Qiuyan added: "The second step is to solve the problem of being beaten by the group. For this, it took me a long time to come up with a new sword technique. Please give the coach's guidance."

"Come on then." Zhou Wen was looking forward to Feng Qiuyan's swordsmanship.

Feng Qiuyan held the Soul Sword with an extremely serious expression. After saying a word of caution, he raised the sword and slashed towards Zhou Wen. The blade slashed out, like an invisible blade that slashed the sky, and slashed towards Zhou Wen. down.

Although this knife is strong enough, it is much stronger than Feng Qiuyan's previous knife skills, but there is no qualitative change. Zhou Wen used Tianwai Feixian to dodge Feng Qiuyan's knife.

However, Feng Qiuyan didn't care about that much, and slashed continuously one after another, the sword qi poured down like a rolling river, each knife was more ruthless, and each knife was faster than the other.

Zhou Wen had to admit that Feng Qiuyan's swordsmanship was indeed already at the top level. If it wasn't for the epic level that restricted him, this swordsmanship might even have the potential to be promoted to god level.

Feng Qiuyan has completely shed the greenness, hesitation and lack of self-confidence in the past. The knife seems to have become a whole with him. He can be passionate and can also be a small bridge.

It can split mountains with one knife, and it can also carve patterns on tofu.

Fast and slow, light and heavy are all controlled just right, when it is time to work hard, it can explode indefinitely, and when it is time to converge, it can completely converge the edge.

Zhou Wen felt that if Feng Qiuyan continued to practice this sword technique, he should be able to advance to the god level like his Fei Xian.

However, Zhou Wen looked around and did not see how Feng Qiuyan's swordsmanship could deal with group fights. His swordsmanship still only supported solo fighting.

"No!" Zhou Wen felt something. When using Feixian Tianwai to dodge Feng Qiuyan's attack, he switched to the Prison King Zunming Soul, making his eight senses extremely sharp.

"It turns out that he is really a powerful guy." Zhou Wen had already discovered the secret in Feng Qiuyan's sword technique.

Feng Qiuyan's sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and one knife is stronger than the other. After I don't know how many knives have been slashed, Feng Qiuyan suddenly withdraws the knife and retreats, staring at Zhou Wen like a blade and saying, "Coach, you have to be careful."

As she said that, Feng Qiuyan held the handle of the knife with both hands, the knife energy on her body was full, her long hair and clothes were flying with the knife energy, and they were all around.

The previously broken blade Qi quickly condensed, and around Feng Qiuyan, a complete blade Qi condensed, forming a huge blade formation.

"What's this trick called?" Zhou Wen looked at Feng Qiuyan and asked.

"This is the inspiration I got from watching an old video work, plus my own research and transformation. In the video work, the trick is called Wanjian Guizong, and I call this trick Wan The saber pilgrimage." Feng Qiuyan's hand holding the saber began to tremble.

The life and soul knife in his hand is connected with all the knife qi, and if it is a knife, it bears the power of ten thousand knives.

Although this is a bit exaggerated,

But there are still thousands of knives.

"Do your best, let me see how strong your ten thousand sword pilgrimage is." Zhou Wen said sternly.

"Coach, please be careful." Feng Qiuyan couldn't hold it anymore, and slashed at Zhou Wen.

With the power of his sword, the dense sword energy was like a river of swords falling from the sky, violently impacting down.

The dense saber qi poured down, Zhou Wen swayed left and right in the river of knives, like a ghost, his figure left phantoms in the air, and the saber qi cut through the phantoms, but never touched Zhou Wen's body.

The violent saber aura never touched his body, all flew over and slashed on the rocks behind Zhou Wen.

Boom! Boom!

The rocks with a height of tens of meters were smashed by the dense saber qi and collapsed into countless rubble, but until the last saber qi cut through, Zhou Wen still stood in front of the collapsed rock unscathed.

Feng Qiuyan was not discouraged because Zhou Wen avoided his Wan Dao Pilgrimage. On the contrary, he stared at Zhou Wen with a burning gaze, and his mind was completely occupied by Zhou Wen's movement of dodging his Wan Dao Pilgrimage.

Holding the knife, Feng Qiuyan stood there with his eyes fixed on Zhou Wen. The momentum that should have fallen after the pilgrimage using a ten thousand knives, not only did not fall back, but even increased.

Zhou Wen's expression also became solemn, and his hand also pressed on the handle of the bamboo knife.

When Feng Qiuyan's aura reached its peak, the whole person suddenly relaxed, the fierce and domineering aura on his body seemed to disappear at once, as if he had become an ordinary person, with a strange smile on his face.

At this time, Feng Qiuyan seemed to be a devout believer. He wanted to use the knife in his hand to pay homage to the holiness in his heart. Apart from his piety, he couldn't feel any murderous intent or ill-will from him.

It seems that what he holds in his hand is not a murder weapon, but a sacred weapon dedicated to the gods.

Finally, the knife in Feng Qiuyan's hand moved again. There was no domineering knife light and no fierce knife energy. Zhou Wen had never seen a person who could use the knife technique so cleanly and holy, with such an art.

As if he was not killing people, but completing a redemption.

Almost at the moment when Feng Qiuyan released the knife, Zhou Wen's hand holding the bamboo knife also moved.

There was a long-lasting sword sound like a dragon roar. If you were to distinguish it carefully, you would find that the sound of the sword sound came from two different swords.

Click!

The dragon scale armor in front of Zhou Wen's chest was cracked with a knife mark. Almost at the same time, a knife mark appeared on Feng Qiuyan's chest. On the exposed muscles, there was a thin bloodstain, oozing out blood.

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