Fantasy: Always Decomposed and Always Strong

Even looking at it, I can only see the broken pieces of the page. As for why it is in this place, Qin Feng does not know. (bced)_, according to the fragments of that book, each sword spirit has its own mind.

Of course, the real situation. What it is like, Qin Feng doesn't know, after all, something as strange as a sword spirit e

Even among the professors in the academy, many of them have never even heard of it, let alone seen it.

If Qin Feng has the news of the sword spirit, it will be known to everyone on Tailu, and it will inevitably cause an uproar.

"Sword Spirit... - Once you recognize the master, you will be the master from generation to generation. It takes thousands of years to get along with you before you have the chance to become the master of the sword spirit...

He took out the yellowed page from his pocket, the soft texture.It seems that it will turn into a piece of dust at any time, and it will dissipate with the wind.

general.

Strangely, the text on it was exceptionally clear, and Qin Feng looked at the harsh conditions written on the paper.

The more you look down.The more stringent the conditions are.

"It's not easy for me to meet such harsh conditions!"

The dense text, took a deep breath, was about to continue reading, but found:.

"What the heck is going on here? It's terrifying."

In such a crucial place, there is no following.

That thin paper, only - pages

, plus crap-heap, there is nothing more valuable. _!

Chapter 280 Wash away the killing

Looking at the paper in his hand, c with a little dust.

The densely packed fonts. But it can be seen that the characters in it are a bit peculiar.

The description of Sword Spirit. The most crucial place.It turned out to be blank.

"Looking at this. I vaguely remember this position-.-. It should be some kind of spell~"

Qin Feng, who flipped the paper to the second page with Mao, said in a deep voice. He suddenly thought of something.

The existence of spells is also a necessary condition for the generation of sword spirits, and now this place that was supposed to be spells is now empty.

this must

It has an inevitable relationship with the generation of the bloody sword and sword spirit.

now.Qin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, as if thinking about the original appearance of this piece of paper.

"Wong."

Suddenly, the bloody sword made a sound of sword cries again. It was like a warning to Qin Feng.

"Forget it, now I still need to calm down. Practice well."

Qin Feng, who sniffed the scent on his body and shook his head slightly, frowned, thinking to himself.

After the washing of the killing world. The breath that originally originated from the campus has now become an abnormal blood

fishy.

If you return to the outside world now.There's bound to be trouble.

Qin Feng, who is used to killing.It will definitely stir up bloodshed in the outside world.The pretentious students and the principal are going to die.

"..."

Among the two clear springs among the practice stones.Qin Feng is sitting on the rock

The rapidly falling spring hit Qin Feng's body

Taifeng, who was practicing in it, frowned slightly. He felt the strong killing aura in this inner world.

A bloody scene appeared in Qin Feng's mind.

in.

"Whoa..."

The surrounding spring water rushes down, and there is only the sound of running water in the entire forest. I can faintly hear Qin Feng's breath

In an instant.Qin Feng's face had a sad look, and after two moments, there was a -z burst of smiles.

All the qiuhua is full. At this time, I have experienced it again and again.

At the same time, in the world outside the practice stone.

Killing the pterosaur's thick tail is swinging towards Qin Feng.

Everyone on the side has a mouth that is too big, and a fist that is too big can fit in.

The only difference is that.The whole painting seems to be still and the flowers are still moving:.L

Qin Feng's time in the practice stone.for outsiders.But for a moment.

That is to say, in the blink of an eye, several days have passed for Su Feng.

This time, for Qin Feng, five hundred years have passed in the killing world.