Genius playboy

Jiang Feng sat on Wujian cross-legged for a day and a night.

This was not a simple matter. Jiang Feng almost opened his eyes a few times during the period, waking up from that ethereal state.

He never had a sword in his hand, but it gave the impression that he was turning into a sword with his body.But only Jiang Feng himself knew that he had not reached that level, and there was a barrier that was difficult to pierce.

With a light wave of a finger, the leaves of an old tree in the distance rustled, the finger fell down, and the dead branches and yellow leaves fell to the ground.

Jiang Feng shook his head lightly: "No."

He pondered for a while, and then slowly swung that finger out again, and the invisible sword energy was born from the fingertips, and then burst out.

The wind suddenly picked up, blowing the yellow leaves all over the tree, and then, the sword energy dissipated invisibly, but this time, none of the leaves fell.

"It's still not right." Jiang Feng frowned.

He felt that he had touched the last barrier of the sword, but after sitting for a day and a night, he didn't make much progress, and he always felt that something was missing.

"After all, what's missing." Jiang Feng whispered to himself.

This time, it took a longer time for Jiang Feng to show his third finger. It was a very ordinary finger, and there was no sword energy at the fingertips.

With one finger falling, a leaf shook and fell from the tree. Jiang Feng stretched out his big hand, and the fallen leaf fell into his palm.

The lines of the leaves are clearly visible, as soon as you touch it, it turns into powder.

Jiang Feng felt it quietly, and murmured: "It seems to be right, but it seems that it is not all right?"

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Jiang Feng sighed, then stopped talking and fell silent.

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woohoo-

A figure shuttled through the jungle. He was wearing white clothes, but at this time the white clothes were stained with spots of yellow mud, the hem and sleeves of his clothes were cut by thorns, his hair was messy, and he looked a bit embarrassed smell.

This is Guo Ziming. The members of the Twelve Families were arguing endlessly over the issue of whether to enter the valley, and in the end, several families ventured in.

The Guo family is one of them.

But I don't know what went wrong. After entering the valley, Guo Ziming and Guo Tai and others dispersed. He scurried around in the jungle like a headless chicken, thinking about what he had experienced when he first entered the valley. Scene after scene, Juzi's face turned pale and blue, and he was horrified.

At that time, he was walking alone under the scorching sun, as if he had been sunburned into a walking corpse. He thought he was going to die here, but he didn't know what happened. The scorching sun hanging above his head suddenly disappeared. Disappeared.

It was only then that he was surprised to find that everything he encountered was an illusion, but the illusion was too realistic, the sweat that flowed down, and the chapped lips were so empathetic, which made him physically and mentally exhausted.

Guo Ziming regretted it a little at this time. He had heard a lot of rumors about this valley. It was rumored that he entered this valley and died a hundred times. He was a little lucky at the beginning, but now, he has no idea. , the only thought is to leave this valley, the farther away the better.

Along the way, no one else was seen, surrounded by boundless silence, Guo Ziming was exhausted, dragging his heavy steps more and more slowly.

"Hey, there's someone there." Guo Ziming's footsteps paused slightly, and he saw a figure sitting cross-legged there from a distance. He was startled, and then ecstatically, he quickened his pace and ran towards the place where the figure was.

Traveling alone in the jungle, he was about to be driven crazy. Seeing someone now is like seeing the hope of survival.

But soon, Guo Ziming paused, with a horrified expression on his face, and slowly backed away. He could see clearly that the man was none other than Jiang Feng.

Yes, it was Jiang Feng.

Guo Ziming did not expect to meet Jiang Feng in this valley, or to say that he did not expect Jiang Feng to enter this valley, but Jiang Feng's performance at the trial meeting that day made Guo Ziming vaguely afraid of him, unwilling to to provoke.

"What is he doing sitting there? Why is he motionless?" Guo Ziming stepped back, wondering and wondering what was going on with Jiang Feng.

"He is so mysterious that he was able to enter this valley." Guo Ziming thought to himself, and his thoughts raced. A series of accidents, right?"

Guo Ziming wasn't sure if this was the case, and while stepping back, he opened his eyes wide and looked in the direction of Jiang Feng, wanting to see clearly what Jiang Feng was doing.

"He is very strong. I am so close to him. Logically speaking, he should have heard the movement, but why didn't he react at all? Could it be that he was seriously injured?" Guo Ziming frowned and thought hard.

"It should be like this. I was trapped in that weird illusion and almost fell. This Jiang Feng is probably not much better than me. I targeted him at the trial meeting. If he has nothing to do, he will definitely come to find him." I was in trouble, but he didn't, and he was indeed injured, presumably." Guo Ziming's eyes flickered, and he kept reasoning and analyzing.

Guo Ziming is not a timid person. Thinking of this, he stopped in his tracks. If Jiang Feng was really injured, then now is a great opportunity to kill Jiang Feng easily.

This kind of person cannot be used by the Guo family, and naturally he cannot be allowed to survive. As for what Guo Jing said, he should not be easily provoked, Guo Ziming also understands.But now the enemy is weak and we are strong, this situation is naturally different from what Guo Jing said.

"If I kill him here, firstly, there will be no trouble without anyone noticing, and secondly, it can be regarded as removing a hidden danger for our Guo family." Guo Ziming stopped and moved towards him. Walk to where Jiang Feng is.

But he was still very careful, staring fixedly at Jiang Feng, and retreated immediately if something was wrong, even if he wasted this great opportunity, he couldn't hesitate at all, otherwise he might be the one who died.

Guo Ziming slowed down his steps and moved closer to Jiang Feng's direction bit by bit. When he was still about three meters away, Jiang Feng still didn't move at all, but Guo Ziming's heart almost jumped to his throat. .

"It seems that he is indeed injured. Even though I walked so close, he still didn't respond at all." Guo Ziming thought to himself, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes.

"Jiang Feng, I admit that you are very powerful. I am far from your opponent, but unfortunately, the current situation is beyond your control. Let me die." He strode forward with big strides, and at the same time raised his right hand, accumulating energy in his palm, intending to slap it down and shatter Jiang Feng's sky cap.

step.

two steps.

Three steps.

The distance between them was getting closer and closer, less than one meter apart. Guo Ziming could hear Jiang Feng's heartbeat at this moment, which was very weak.

"Haha, die." Guo Ziming laughed ferociously, and slapped Jiang Feng on the head.

But this slap was only halfway through, and Guo Ziming seemed to see a ghost. He withdrew his hand abruptly and stepped back hastily. Jiang Feng's eyes opened at some point. , Guo Ziming was terrified to death.

"Jiang Feng, you—" Guo Ziming lost his voice.

As if Jiang Feng didn't hear his voice, his eyes slowly opened, his eyes were extremely indifferent. As soon as he made contact with those eyes, Guo Ziming realized that he was like the kind of ant that could be crushed to death easily. Although, Jiang Feng There was no trace of sarcasm or extreme coldness in his eyes, but it still made Guo Ziming flustered.

In an instant, Guo Ziming had the urge to run away, but his legs were as heavy as lead, which made it so difficult for him to even retreat, let alone run away.

Guo Ziming moved his steps, distanced himself from Jiang Feng, regret filled his heart, this Jiang Feng is too evil, he obviously didn't do anything, why is he so afraid of him?

Guo Ziming was very unconvinced, but he had witnessed Jiang Feng's strength before, so he had to be convinced if he was not convinced.

Jiang Feng didn't have any strange reaction, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was thinking about something, that question made his state look very strange, and made Guo Ziming's scalp numb.

Then, Jiang Feng finally stood up and stood up. His expression was a little dazed, as if he had been lost by something, which made Guo Ziming uncertain.

"Jiang Feng, what are you going to do?" Guo Ziming yelled, sternly.

Jiang Feng didn't speak, he took a step forward, step by step towards Guo Ziming, every step he took was stepping on Guo Ziming's heartbeat.

In this way, in Guo Ziming's feelings, Jiang Feng's every step is a bang, which makes his heartbeat almost unable to bear the rhythm, and the short distance of a dozen steps makes Guo Ziming's expression change little by little. turned pale.

In Guo Ziming's eyes, Jiang Feng's figure grew infinitely taller because of his heartbeat at every step. This is a scene that is difficult to describe in words.

"You want to kill me?" Jiang Feng asked.

"I—" Guo Ziming was speechless.

"If you want to kill me, then bear the price of being killed by me." Jiang Feng snorted coldly, and took another step forward.

The rhythm of his walking merged with Guo Ziming's heartbeat, and he himself fell into an incomparably wonderful state. This made Jiang Feng faintly feel that the barrier that had been unable to be pierced by the second sword of the Da Luo Nine Swords seemed to be It's about to break open.

He had the urge to pull out the bloodthirsty sword in his backpack and dance, but this urge was quickly restrained by Jiang Feng. The bloodthirsty sword was too weird. If it was not necessary, Jiang Feng would not use it lightly. He would live and die with Xie Nanfeng Fighting, never with a sword.

Using fingers as a sword seems to be extremely fierce, but Jiang Feng knows that this is just a trivial method, and he has never even touched the essence of Da Luo Nine Swords. This is naturally because his cultivation level is too low to control .

But at this time, Jiang Feng felt that he was transformed into a long sword, and every cell and every pore in his body was filled with sword intent!

The supreme sword intent added to his body, making Jiang Feng's every movement, even his eyes, unprecedentedly fierce and irresistible.

The sound of footsteps blended with Guo Ziming's heartbeat. To Jiang Feng, it was more of an ultimate sublimation of sword intent.