Peerless Martial Soul

Chen Feng sighed softly, he could feel that there was no injury in his body, but this kind of fatigue also made him like a dead old man with his colleagues.

Chen Feng immediately sensed this feeling and judged it.

Because in the previous period, he felt many times on Han Yuer.

At this moment, a voice from the side came from Han Yu'er: "Junior Brother, how are you doing?"

Chen Feng shook his head, closed his eyes, and slowly said, "I'm fine."

Then, he began to feel his body.

Chen Feng could feel that the power in his body disappeared without a trace, but there was no injury.

What makes him strange is that there is a warm current that keeps walking back and forth in his body, maintaining his vitality.

However, while maintaining his vitality, he seemed to be depriving Chen Feng of his life.

Chen Feng's heart suddenly stunned, this feeling seems not right!

He was very tired at this time, almost wanting to fall asleep, but the whole brain was clear to the extreme, and it was running quickly.

"This warm current has never appeared in my body before, but it has appeared frequently in the past few days. During the previous battle, I was a little confused, so I didn't notice the emergence of this warm current."

"But now that I think about it, this warm current suddenly appeared a few days ago, and its appearance seems to be changing the way I fight, making me more rude and direct when fighting, and losing my mind, just like a beast. "

Chen Feng immediately remembered his previous battle, and immediately shuddered.

He didn't even remember everything at that time. He only knew that he had used the ninth sword of Bahuang Ji Mie Zhan, that terrifying one!

He had forgotten everything about that knife, only a trace of understanding was left in his heart.

When he used the knife, he felt that his life was going crazy.

At that moment, Chen Feng felt that his vitality was going to be stripped alive, and to be drained directly.

That is a big fear, and all of this should come from this warm current!

"What the **** is this warm current? When did it appear?"

At this moment, Uncle Dao came in from outside and asked with concern: "Little Master, how are you doing?"

Chen Feng said to the two of them: "You will tell me the previous thing carefully, especially the reaction of this knife and my reaction."

Uncle Dao nodded and said while thinking about it.

When he finished speaking, Chen Feng had already understood.

He said softly: "I think, I already understand."

He pointed to the blood-stained giant knife placed in the corner of the room, and said softly, "This knife should be a magic knife."

"What? Sharpening the knife?" Uncle Dao exclaimed.

Then, he suddenly thought of something general, was shocked, and said: "That's how it is, I said, I have always felt something very wrong, it turned out to be this way."

"It turns out that your changes in the past few days are all because of this knife!"

Chen Feng nodded and said, "Yes, it should be because of him! This knife has a kind of magic power, or that kind of power..."

Chen Feng pondered for a moment, perceiving it carefully, and then a word came out of his heart automatically, and he slowly said, "The power of hell!"

"What? The power of hell?"

"Yes." Chen Feng said, "This blood-stained giant knife carries a trace of **** power!"

"This power of **** is very tyrannical and very domineering."

"As I kept using the blood-stained giant knife, these **** powers penetrated into my body, and he made me go faster, stronger, and more powerful when the imperial blood-stained giant sword arrived. It was much stronger before!"

"And, as if tirelessly!"

"However, the sacrifice is also extremely great!"

Chen Feng stroked his sideburns, rubbed that strand of white hair in his hands, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "The price is my lifespan."

"I was ignorant before, in a daze, my body was almost out of my control, and I actually displayed that shocking sword, which should be the ninth sword of Bahuang Ji Mie Zhan."

"But now, I don't have any memories at all, only a trace of epiphany remains in my heart."

"If you want me to use that knife again, I will never use it."

"And with that knife. It consumed my whole fifty years of life!"

"So, with a single cut, long hair is all white!"

"Furthermore," Chen Feng said, "According to my inference, the reason why I was able to use the Eight Desolation Nimie Slash Ninth Sword is because the Eight Desolation Nimie Slash Nine Sword itself needs the power of hell!"

Chen Feng's inference stunned Uncle Dao.

However, after thinking for a moment, he nodded and said: "Yes, this seems to be the only explanation."

Chen Feng said: "The ancestor of Lu Yuanju should have obtained a trace of **** power because of some chance and coincidence, so he said that the ninth sword could be used with this **** power."

"If it's not a coincidence that I get the blood-stained giant knife, I'm afraid I will not be able to exhibit the ninth knife in my life."

"And precisely because the ninth sword requires the power of hell, and the power of **** in the blood-stained giant sword is very strong, that's why I cut out that sword, but it is an equivalent exchange."

Chen Feng said: "If I want to cut out in the future, I will have to pay more, and I can feel that this knife seems to be trying to manipulate my sanity. If I use it again, I may lose my sanity. Become his puppet!"

There was a sneer at the corner of Chen Feng's mouth: "Soldiers and weapons, you guys are quite interesting to me! You sold me such a big treasure!"

In his smile, murderous intent was awe-inspiring.

Uncle Dao said: "Now is not the time to settle accounts with them, although they are damned."

Chen Feng nodded: "I know, don't worry, Uncle Dao, when this matter is over, let's talk about the grievances with soldiers and weapons!"

Uncle Dao asked: "Then what should I do next?"

"What to do?" Chen Feng smiled: "No need to do, everything is as usual."

"Ah? Do you still use this knife?" Uncle Dao exclaimed.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Why not use it? This knife actually doesn't control me particularly powerfully. As long as I don't use a powerful killer move like the ninth knife, it will be fine."

"What's more, if I want to resurrect the blood wind, I must collect the demon wolf spirit. Apart from this knife, there is really no better thing to store the demon wolf spirit."

Uncle Dao nodded and said, "That's all."

But he was still a little worried, and Han Yu'er was also worried.