Peerless Martial Soul

Chapter 2197 The Power of Hell!

Chen Feng sighed softly. He could feel that there were no injuries in his body, but this kind of fatigue made him feel like an old man dying.

Chen Feng immediately sensed this feeling and judged it.

Because he had felt Han Yuer many times in the past.

At this time, a voice came from the side, and it was Han Yu'er's voice: "Junior brother, how are you?"

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

Then, he started to feel his body.

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

What surprised him was that there was a warm current that kept moving back and forth in his body, maintaining his vitality.

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

Chen Feng suddenly felt a chill in his heart. This feeling didn't seem quite right!

He was extremely tired at this time and almost wanted to fall asleep, but his entire brain was extremely clear and was running rapidly.

"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 did not notice the appearance 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 have changed my fighting style, making me fight more roughly and directly, and lose my mind, just like a wild beast. "

Chen Feng immediately remembered his previous battle and suddenly shivered.

He couldn't even remember everything at that time clearly. He only knew that he had used the ninth sword of the Eight Desolations and Nirvana Slash, that terrifying sword!

He had forgotten everything about that knife, leaving only a trace of understanding buried deep in his heart.

When he used the knife, he felt that his life was passing crazily.

At that moment, Chen Feng felt that all his life force was about to be stripped away and drained out alive.

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

"What's going on with this warm current? When did it appear?"

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

Chen Feng said to the two of them: "Tell me carefully what happened before, especially the reaction of the knife and my reaction."

Uncle Dao nodded and said while thinking about it.

After he finished speaking, Chen Feng already understood.

"I think I understand," he said softly.

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? Sharpen the knife?" Uncle Dao exclaimed.

Then, he suddenly thought of something. He was horrified and said, "So that's it. I mean, I've always had a feeling that something is wrong. So that's it."

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

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

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

"What? The power of hell?"

"That's right." Chen Feng said: "This blood-stained giant sword carries a trace of the power of hell!"

"This power of hell is very powerful and overbearing."

"When I kept using the blood-stained giant sword, the power of hell penetrated into my body. He made me faster, stronger and more powerful when the blood-stained giant sword arrived. It was much stronger before!"

“And it’s as if I’m tireless!”

"However, the sacrifice is also extremely huge!"

Chen Feng stroked his temples, rubbed the strand of white hair in his hands, and showed a wry smile: "This price is my longevity."

"Before, I was in a daze, in a trance, and my body was almost out of my control. I actually displayed that shocking sword, which should be the ninth sword of the Eight Desolations Nirvana Slash."

"But now, I have no memories at all, only a hint of epiphany remains in my heart."

"If you ask me to use that knife again, I will never be able to use it."

"And using that knife cost me a full fifty years of life!"

"So, with one strike, all your long hair will turn white!"

"Furthermore," Chen Feng said: "According to my inference, the reason why I was able to use the ninth sword of the Eight Desolations and Silences is because the ninth sword of the Eight Desolations and Silences requires the help of the power of hell!"

Chen Feng's inference shocked 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 probably got a bit of the power of hell due to some chance and coincidence, so he said that he needed to use this power of hell to use the ninth sword."

"If I hadn't obtained the blood-stained giant sword by chance, I'm afraid I would never be able to display the ninth sword in my life."

"And it is precisely because the ninth sword requires the power of hell, and the power of hell in the blood-stained giant sword is very strong, that I was allowed to cut out that sword, but this is an exchange of equal value."

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

A sneer appeared at the corner of Chen Feng's mouth: "Weapon Master, you guys are very interested in me! You actually sold me such a big treasure!"

There was murderous intent in his smile.

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

Chen Feng nodded: "I know. Don't worry, Uncle Dao. When this matter is over, we can talk about our grudges with Wenzhe Weaponry again!"

Uncle Dao asked: "What should we do next?"

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

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

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Why don't you use it? This sword actually doesn't control me very well. As long as I don't use a powerful killing move like the ninth sword, I'll be fine."

"What's more, if I want to resurrect Xue Feng now, I need to collect the demon wolf soul. Apart from this knife, there is really no better thing to store the demon wolf soul."

Uncle Dao nodded and said, "That's all we have to do."

But he was still a little worried, and Han Yu'er also had a worried look on her face.