The wind with eyes closed.

It sensed a sword shadow in the dantian, which contained the power of unstable lifelessness.

The sword shadow forms in the dantian, which means that the power of lifelessness has truly awakened in the body.

Chen Feng has only practiced the first sword of Wusheng Sword Art, and has hidden a trace of Wusheng's power in the sword energy.

This is simply just a stop at the threshold of the first level.

If you can practice the first sword walking silk to the peak, then a spider web woven with lifeless power can be instantly formed while swinging the sword.

Now what the Shenfeng condenses is only the lifeless power like spider silk.

Chen Feng felt the mystery in the sword marks, and the sword shadow in the dantian gradually trembled slightly.

With this movement.

In the sword marks on the mountain wall in front of me, all the mysterious understandings poured into Chen Feng's body in a way that others felt, and finally entered the sword shadow in the Dantian.

Chen Feng sensed the changes of the sword shadow after absorbing the power of comprehension. He gradually gained a deeper understanding of the sword. At the same time, he was slowly moving forward in the sword walker move.

Even, he felt that if he activated the sword shadow now and stimulated the Wusheng Jiandao, at least six threads of Wusheng's power could be condensed.

Because the power of comprehension in the sword mark on the mountain wall in front of him was drained, the other monks could not feel the mystery in this sword mark. They opened their eyes one by one and walked towards the other sword marks.

They did not feel strange. After all, such a thing happened before. Once the power of comprehension in a sword mark is understood by the monk for a long time, the power of comprehension will be consumed.

Every time some time passes.

Sword shadows will be condensed in the inheritance land again, and then slashed on the surrounding mountain walls.

Now there are more than a dozen sword shadows flying out of the inheritance land.

At this time, the sword shadow in Chen Feng's dantian began to rotate, accompanied by its rotation.

More than a dozen sword shadows that rushed out of the inheritance land, three of which slashed on the mountain wall in front of Chen Feng.

The other sword shadows were scattered on other mountain walls.

The monks present still did not feel strange about this. There were several sword shadows slashing on the same mountain wall before.

Under the influence of the sword shadow in the dantian, the mysterious power of insight from the three sword marks was once again rushing into Chen Feng's body.

The monks nearby saw three more sword marks here, and they immediately walked over and sat cross-legged. But not long after they sensed it, the mysterious power of comprehension was exhausted.

This made them very puzzled. Of course they would not have thought that Chen Feng had drawn so many mysterious insights in one breath, completely thinking that there were fewer mysterious things in these three sword marks.

After the sword shadow in the dantian was merged with the mysterious understanding of these three sword marks, Chen Feng was sensing the sword shadow in the dantian. At this moment, he was running wildly on the move of the sword walking silk. For him, he was definitely making rapid progress.

As time passes slowly.

This time it took a long time to separate the sword shadows from the inheritance area.

However, this time, more than fifty sword shadows were condensed, and the moment these sword shadows rushed out of the inheritance ground.

The sword shadow in Chen Feng's dantian rotated faster, and even caused a faint colic in his dantian.

After a brief pause, these sword shadows that rushed out all slashed on the mountain wall in front of Chen Feng.

More than fifty sword marks appeared at once, and the sword shadow in Chen Feng's dantian absorbed more quickly.

This movement attracted the attention of many people.

Among them, one of them was wearing a luxurious long gown and barely considered handsome. He walked towards Chen Feng with a gloomy face, and followed three old men from the ninth level of the Condensation Realm next to him.

And this young man's cultivation is at the seventh level of the Condensation Realm.

If Chen Feng opened his eyes, he would definitely be able to recognize that this young man was Song Qianliu, the core disciple of Zhongshen Court.

When Chen Feng and Song Qianliu were outside the land of the Yan God's inheritance, there was also a conflict.

At this moment, Song Qianliu walked to Chen Feng's side and shouted in a cold voice: "Boy, get out of here immediately. This is not a place you can stay."

He naturally fell in love with more than fifty sword marks gathered on the mountain wall. He felt that he could definitely have a deeper understanding of the swordsmanship.

In Song Qianliu's eyes, a guy like Chen Feng, who is at the sixth level of the Dao Condensation Realm, is here alone and is definitely a waste monk on earth.

He ignored this kind of earth monk at all.

The other monks nearby all looked like they were watching the show. After all, there was a powerful earth man from the ninth level of the Condensation Realm who provoked Song Qianliu and was eventually killed by the three old men beside him.

Therefore, in the eyes of these monks, if a monk at the sixth level of the Dao Condensation Realm like Chen Feng wants to continue to live, he can only get out of here obediently.

However, Chen Feng had no intention of opening his eyes at all. Almost all the mysterious powers in the more than fifty sword marks were crazily extracted by the sword shadows in his dantian.

Because the extraction was silent, Song Qianliu and others did not feel anything. After all, they had not yet sensed the extra sword marks on the mountain wall.

Seeing that Chen Feng had no intention of moving, anger emerged in Song Qianliu's eyes. How dare a boy from the sixth level of the Dao Condensation Realm ignore his words directly?

This is simply seeking death.

Song Qianliu's palm slapped Chen Feng's head from the air, and the terrifying power rushed out of his palm was enough to kill the cultivators at the seventh level of the Condensation Realm.

As he watched, the terrifying power of destruction approached Chen Feng's head.

In the eyes of other monks, this brave boy was destined to have a bright head.

There was a "bang".

A powerful layer of defensive power was condensed around Chen Feng's body, and the aura of the sixth level of the Condensing Realm was extremely surging, instantly blocking Song Qianliu's attack.

Many people saw this and saw shock in their eyes. After all, the power of that palm just now was enough to kill the cultivators at the seventh level of the Condensation Realm.

It seems that this boy from the sixth level of the Condensation Realm has some skills.

When Song Qianliu saw this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the anger on his face became even stronger.

At this moment, Chen Feng slowly opened his eyes. After seeing Song Qianliu, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the murderous aura in his eyes was unconcealed.

He didn't expect to meet Song Qianliu here so soon. After just using so many mysterious understandings, although he did not use his sword to walk on the silk, he knew that if he used it now, he would definitely allow the power of lifelessness to form a simple spider web.

Although this sword walker has not been promoted to the peak by him, it is not too far from the peak.
Chapter completed!