Genius playboy

Chen Siran did not fall into the hands of Miaoyuzhai's people, which was originally something to be thankful for. After all, Jiang Feng is quite familiar with Miaoyuzhai's handling style. All of his disciples are dissolute by nature, and their private life can be described as corrupt. They don't know what will happen to the words in their hands, and the consequences are destined to be unbearable.

"Could it be that Chen Siran fell into the hands of other forces? Or was it really taken away by the people of the Wangqing Dao Sect?" Jiang Feng thought to himself.

For some reason, Jiang Feng was a little bit confused about a matter that had a little direction before. He suddenly felt that he had missed something all the way to find it, but what exactly did he miss? I can't figure it out.

Jiang Feng didn't stay long and left soon.

With a sound of "dong", Miss Xiaofeng's feet suddenly went limp, she staggered and took a step back, her body swayed, and she almost fell to the ground. Seeing this, Miss Xiaoxian hurriedly supported her, and asked puzzledly : "Miss Xiaofeng, what's wrong with you, are you feeling unwell?"

Sister Xiaofeng shook her head and said with a wry smile: "Didn't you feel it? The evil spirit on him is too strong. I thought he would kill me."

When Sister Xiaofeng said that Chen Siran was not here, Jiang Feng gave her a stare, which almost suffocated Sister Xiaofeng. At this time, Jiang Feng left, making her feel like she had escaped once.

"No." Miss Xiaoxian was even more puzzled.

Xiaofeng just stopped talking, secretly glad that she didn't play any tricks, otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

After Jiang Feng left, he returned to the rental house. He noticed that the evil spirit on his body was getting heavier and heavier, almost to the point where he could not restrain it.

On the one hand, it was because his mind was disturbed, and on the other hand, it was because he had been comprehending the third sword of the Da Luo Nine Swords recently, and the sword energy was backlashed.If this hostility is not suppressed in time, it is very likely that it will cause irreparable trauma to him, and even his cultivation base may not be able to make an inch of progress for life.

There are nine swords in Da Luo Nine Swords, the first three swords have no names, and this third sword is an extremely important watershed, or it can be said to be the culmination of the first two swords.

The third sword connects the past and the future. This is a hurdle. Some people will be stuck here for a lifetime and will not be able to make an inch of progress, while some people will comprehend this sword in a very short period of time and soar into the sky.

Jiang Feng knew that even if he comprehended this sword, he would not be able to soar into the sky, because the Nine Swords of Da Luo he had only had three ineffective moves, but even so, Jiang Feng would not let himself get stuck in this crucial point. step.

"Then, comprehend this third sword thoroughly." Jiang Feng sat cross-legged in the backyard and muttered to himself.

He is not in a hurry about Chen Siran, but his current physical condition is even more severe. Apart from looking for Chen Siran, what is more important for him is to deal with the ancient martial arts ruins, and even the old Mrs. Guo who has not yet shown up.

Mrs. Guo is definitely a rare and powerful enemy in this life. Even those three old men who are like legendary figures in the twelve cultivating families are all afraid of him and have the desire to die. Jiang Feng naturally dare not have such an enemy Underestimate it.

Jiang Feng's current cultivation base, in the eyes of outsiders, is not slow to progress. It is not enough to describe it as a genius, but genius depends on who you compare it with. Compared with the younger generation, he is indeed a super genius. He is outstanding and unmatched in the limelight, but when encountering an old monster like Mrs. Guo who has devoted himself to cultivating for many years, the brilliance of the word genius is undoubtedly to be ignored.

Jiang Feng believes that he does not have any capital to fight against people like Mrs. Guo, and the only thing he can rely on at this stage is the third sword of the Da Luo Nine Swords. Therefore, he will never allow himself Failure.

From another point of view, no matter whether Chen Siran falls into Wangqing Dao Sect or other forces, the stronger his strength, the greater the chance of finding Chen Siran.

Because of this, after the extreme anxiety, Jiang Feng let go of a lot and relieved a lot.

Jiang Feng sat cross-legged, with the bloodthirsty sword across his knees, his eyes drooping slightly, silently reading the sword manual of the third sword. The sword manual is not complicated, but extremely simple. Countless variations.

Jiang Feng calmed down and kept chanting silently. He didn't know how long it had passed before Jiang Feng stabbed out with a sword.

An ordinary sword looks like a child holding a sword in his hand and stabbing casually, but if you look carefully, you will find that the tip of the sword is vibrating at a small frequency. The words can be ignored, but on the back of Jiang Feng's hand, there are layers of blue veins emerging.

Da Luo Nine Swords is known as the sword technique of a saint, and it is extremely domineering in itself. This third sword is a sword that combines the first and second swords. The degree of domineering can be imagined. Even Jiang Feng's sword is just from the heart. Do whatever you want, but it still caused a certain degree of backlash.

After the sword stabbed out, Jiang Feng fell into a brief silence, like an old monk in meditation, motionless, even the posture of the sword stabbing out did not change at all.

A few hours later, Jiang Feng stabbed out the second sword. He had retreated to the eighth level of body training some time ago, and the third sword was also an introduction, but his understanding was not deep.

This time it was a deeper level of comprehension. Jiang Feng wanted to practice this sword completely in one fell swoop. There is no such thing as one step at a time. Complete control of a sword will undoubtedly require an astonishing amount of energy. Not to mention, what needs to be paid more attention to is the backlash of the sword energy. In this way, Jiang Feng has to be careful, not daring to be contemptuous.

Time was slowly passing by, and the time between Jiang Feng's stabbing swords became shorter and shorter unconsciously, from a few hours at the beginning, to less than 10 minutes in the end.

But for Jiang Feng, this is still not enough, not fast enough, domineering enough, precise enough, smooth enough, anyway, all kinds of things are not enough, but Jiang Feng is not in a hurry, he is in an unprecedented ethereal state, if It is said that in the previous retreat, he only touched the fur of the sword, but now, Jiang Feng found that he had touched the barrier of the sword.

With a sound of "shua", Jiang Feng's arm shook slightly, and a sword stabbed out.

The air along the tip of the bloodthirsty sword was easily pierced with a hole, creating a layer of tiny ripples. The ripples were only the size of a fist at first, and then expanded rapidly, becoming the size of a bowl, and then the size of a bucket. , until finally forming a vacuum zone of five or six square meters.

This scene seems to take a long time, but in fact it is just a moment. After the ripples expanded to the extreme, they suddenly exploded, and the infinite sword energy wandered and shot in the air. As if being swept away by a hurricane, all the young grass that had just sprouted was turned into dust, and even the ground was blown away.

"Sure enough, you are very domineering." Jiang Feng whispered to himself, then his chest moved, and he opened his mouth to vomit a mouthful of blood.

This sword is too domineering, and Jiang Feng's current cultivation base can't bear it at all, but after spitting out a mouthful of blood, Jiang Feng is strangely aware of the resentment, hostility and even evil spirit that he can't get because of looking for Chen Si. , are dissipated a lot.

"Come again." Jiang Feng wiped off the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He knew that he had gradually broken through the barrier and understood the essence of this sword.

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

……

Jiang Feng swung his swords continuously, one sword was faster than the other, and the sword was more dazzling than the other.

This is a fast sword, pursuing the ultimate speed of swords in the world.

The so-called martial arts in the world can only be fast and unbreakable, and this is even more so in a sword practice. The sword is silent, and the murder is traceless. This is the highest state that all sword repairers pursue.

I don't know how many swords were thrown like this. Slowly, Jiang Feng's movement of drawing the sword slowed down, and each sword became slower than each sword. At the back, Jiang Feng's hand seemed to be filled with lead. It's as if he can't move anymore, as if all his energy has been exhausted.

But of course it wasn't like this, and it wasn't Jiang Feng's deliberate action, but because it was constantly pulling and evolving with the changes in sword moves, which was a transition from extremely fast to extremely slow.

Slowness does not mean that the sword is slow, but a sensory slowness, or a visual error. It seems fast but really slow, slow and extremely fast, alternating between fast and slow, and deducing each other.

This was not an easy process. It took Jiang Feng a whole day and night for this deduction. However, in his world, there is no day and night at this moment. He only has the sword in his eyes, and he only focuses on the sword. Yu Qing, or even Jiang Feng himself didn't know that he had such a terrifying talent in the way of swordsmanship.

It was daylight, and it was dark again.

The dark clouds pressed down on Jiang Feng's head at some point, and a downpour was about to come. The hot and humid air made people feel indescribably oppressive.

A blazing sword light soared into the sky at this moment, and the sword energy pierced through the sky like a rainbow. The black clouds were split horizontally by that sword light, and a bright light poured down from the top of the cloud.

Then, the strong wind blew, and the thunder and light flashed as expected, and soon drowned the sword light. Amidst the rumbling sound, raindrops the size of soybeans suddenly fell.

Jiang Feng stood tall, letting the torrential rain hit him, he looked up at the sky, thoughtful: "Resentment, hostility and endless murderous aura are intertwined in one, it seems to destroy me, but it fulfills this sword , is this God's will?"

Then, he lowered his head, looked at the bloodthirsty sword in his hand, and frowned, like two long swords flying obliquely into his temples: "This third sword has no name, but its killing spirit makes me Everyone is terrified by it, so it is called killing."