Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 940 Don't mention it again!

It was difficult to see the end of the fourth floor of the sword tower, and the green mist became more and more intense.

Accompanied by a fluctuating space, a figure suddenly appeared in a desolate area, with blank eyes scanning the surroundings.

"The fourth floor of the sword tower."

Lu Feng squinted his eyes slightly, staring at the patches of blue light that swept over him, he could feel the tingling pain on his skin.

Generally speaking, this fourth floor is the training ground for powerful Martial Realm and Quasi-Saint Realm powerhouses.

This kind of sword intent carrying ancient power is no longer something the weaker can bear.

As for the fifth floor, it is already a dangerous place where only the strong saints and even some sword masters can practice.

Lu Feng took a deep breath, the blue light containing the ancient power made his true essence boil, and his flesh and blood throbbed violently.

But now he is in a good mood, and accidentally learned that there are people from Jianmingtang in the holy city.

No matter what situation they are facing now, there is always a fire left.

Swish!
And just as he was thinking like this, a blue gale came without warning, Lu Feng suddenly felt a piercing pain, and a hideous crack was torn on his arm.

"Terrible wind, but only this can make the ancient power pour into the flesh and blood."

Lu Feng showed great interest in the harsh environment here.

He walked slowly on the fourth floor of the sword tower, letting the wind blow past his body.

At this time, his mental power radiated out.

"Sword Intent Storm, right there!"

Lu Feng's eyes were condensed, and he chose to take the initiative to attack the storm of sword intent that ordinary people can't avoid, and greeted it.

As it got closer, the body could feel the biting chill brought by the storm.

In the distance ahead, there were black shadows the size of ants that gradually enlarged, fleeing in a panic.

"Such a storm!"

It was only when Lu Feng saw the Sword Intent Storm on the fourth floor that he could feel the shock.

The blue-black cyclone that swept across ten miles, the sword intent whizzed up, and the sword arcs flickered one after another. Just the aftermath of the leakage of the test could make the Martial Realm unbearable.

"The pressure is high, but that's what suits me best."

Facing the storm of sword intent that even quasi-sages were unwilling to provoke, Lu Feng grinned and rushed in without any hesitation.

"Is that person looking for death? How dare he directly break into the sword storm."

"Hmph, that person hasn't reached the second quasi-sage physical state, yet he dares to provoke the sword storm, and he will suffer."

Naturally, Lu Feng would not pay any attention to those sarcastic voices.

At this moment, he tempered his body with the storm, absorbed the infinite ancient power, and gradually made himself adapt.

This storm of sword intent tore through Lu Feng's flesh and blood like every hole.

The green and black sword intent surged, and a part of Lu Feng's body suddenly became lifeless.

The severe pain rushed in like a tidal wave, even with Lu Feng's tenacious mind, he found it extremely painful.

And every time he endured it, the injured flesh and blood were poured in by the ancient power and recovered in an instant.

This kind of wonderful change can be thought of the good intentions of Qinglian Sword Ancestor back then.

Lu Feng's teeth were chattering. This kind of sword storm was not comparable to the third level.

But the benefits are also obvious, he feels that the physical body is strengthening at an extremely slow speed.

"Jiwu!"

In this environment, Lu Feng also felt that he had realized a lot about some obscure aspects of life and death swordsmanship.

Lu Feng smiled in satisfaction, and before the opening of the Qinglian Holy Realm, every point of strength increased would give him more confidence.

The cultivation continued in this boring and painful way, and Lu Feng stood still like a rock.

With the passage of time, what made Lu Feng helpless was that the effect of the Sword Intent Storm on the fourth floor was much smaller, as if it had reached a certain limit.

"It seems that we should go to that place to try."

With a move in his heart, Lu Feng withdrew from the storm of sword intent, and suddenly came to the side of a lone peak.

This solitary peak shoots out a blue-black beam of light, and there are streaks of fierce black light flying around, which is much stronger than the Sword Intent Storm.

This is the peak of the sword, a place where only the strong can practice.

Without any hesitation, Lu Feng straightened his body and stepped forward step by step.

Suddenly, the wind howled, and the black light rushed into his body mercilessly.

"That's what makes me feel stressed."

A crazy smile flashed across Lu Feng's handsome face, and after a loud laugh, he stepped directly to the top.

At the moment of just stepping, the terrible pressure, even the quasi-sage will be torn into pieces in an instant.

However, Lu Feng's physical body was already stronger than ordinary people, and after experiencing that inhuman torment, he gradually settled down to practice here.

At the same time, somewhere in the Holy City, although it was gorgeous, it was inside a sparsely populated sword hall.

There is a room.

The light in the room was dim, and the expressions of the two figures were tense.

The atmosphere here is so suppressed that it is difficult to breathe.

"A few days ago, people from the three major sword sects came to trouble me again at Jian Mingtang."

And above the first seat was a black-haired old man speaking in a low voice.

Although his old sword eyebrows were extremely fierce, they revealed a sense of powerlessness.

"Over the past thousand years, haven't we encountered too many troubles? Just like Li Jianqing's Tianjiao who was comparable to Li Jianqing a hundred years ago were all assassinated by them."

The lower head of the black-haired old man is a middle-aged man in white clothes, with a continuous stream of holy power, he is actually a strong man in the holy realm.

The black-haired old man sighed, angrily and helplessly said: "That child is too proud, if he listens to the old man, he will not end up like this."

He took a sip of his bitter tea, and said again: "Yixue was troubled by them in the sword tower a few days ago. Fortunately, someone took action, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

"I have heard about this. It is said that Wu Fan was directly turned into a cripple by an eight-in-one warrior named Lu Feng, which aroused the anger of the three major sword sects. He wanted to go to the sword tower to ask for an explanation, but was directly rejected by the people of the Holy Land. out."

The saint in white nodded.

This incident caused a sensation in the holy city.

"Lu Feng, not long ago, he was approved by the Sword of Life and Death."

The black-haired old man pondered.

"Don't you think that Lu Feng is the crown prince for thousands of years? It's just a name. He helped me with Jian Mingtang, but it was just a big trouble with the three major sword sects."

Seeing the expression of the old man in black, the saint in white interrupted.

"Of course I don't think so. The crown prince fell thousands of years ago. Now this Lu Feng is just a junior. I just think of the former crown prince."

The old man in black waved his hand and laughed at himself.

"Really?" The saint in white seemed to have thought of something, and said, "He has such strength at such a young age, maybe it's the man from Tianfu Prefecture, and not long ago Tu Sheng and the Dark Lord and Emperor Mu Xing had a confrontation field."

"Emperor Mu Xing, not only is powerful, but also has a deep scheming heart. He actually overthrew my Heavenly Star Dynasty almost overnight."

The anger of the old man in black made him unconsciously shatter the teacup he just held into powder.

"Okay, although Tu Sheng is strong and the Dark Lord is terrifying, they have nothing to do with me, Jian Mingtang. Have you considered what I said before?"

The sage in white changed the subject and said.

"If you don't want to mention this matter, don't blame me, Luo Chen, for being ruthless!"

(End of this chapter)