Peerless Martial Soul

These nine swords can literally split a mountain!

If you are greedy for those sword skills in the past, you will never reach such a state!

"Okay, okay, stop holding on to me." Ying Ziyue protested and flew to the side.

Chen Feng smiled bitterly and said: "Ying Ziyue, I am also worried about this problem. When I fight with people in the future, I will use the Ying Ziyue sword. There will be impact. Will it hurt you?"

"Actually, it's not bad..." Ying Ziyue said playfully: "When I really need to fight, I can just hide in the depths."

"Oh, it would be great if that could happen." Chen Feng felt relieved.

After practicing the Thunder Saber, Chen Feng continued to practice the Golden Broken Jade Finger.

The index finger of Chen Feng's right hand had completely turned into a rich golden color. When he pointed it, a sword-shaped aura shot out of the air and carved a deep hole in the rock wall.

But Chen Feng always had a feeling that he still had something to say.

"It seems that the Cave Gold Broken Jade Finger must be driven by Hunyuan Yi Qigong as the basic technique. Only by combining the two can the maximum strength be exerted. It's time to start practicing Hunyuan Yi Qigong."

Chen Feng packed up and left the cliff.

He continued deeper into the Black Rock Mountains, looking for the giant Greymon and the Seven Flower Grass.

No matter what, he had to find these two things to save his senior sister's injuries. Anyway, his strength has improved greatly now. Even if he encounters Zhang De and cannot defeat him, he should be able to escape.

As the morning sun rose, Chen Feng was walking in the tall dense forest. Ying Ziyue Sword was not sheathed, but was carried on his shoulder.

In Ying Ziyue's words: "You want to stuff me into the scabbard? Do you want to suffocate me to death?"

Ying Ziyue had become completely familiar with Chen Feng, lying there lazily and letting out a comfortable hum from time to time.

Chen Feng smiled and said: "I even learned to hum, really like a little pig..."

"You're just a little pig, you're just a little pig..." Ying Ziyue became angry and said with bared teeth and claws.

…

"Win Ziyue..."

"Don't call me Ying Ziyue, who allowed you to call me my noble name? Don't call me, you are angry..."

"Win Ziyue..."

"Ah...you still call..."

"Ying Ziyue, when did you enter this long sword, and how did you enter it?"

"Well, I don't know. During that time, my brothers and sisters were not at home, and no one played with me. I was bored and sneaked into Lord Junshang's study. Unexpectedly, in Lord Junshang's study There was a broken knife on display. Out of curiosity, I touched it casually, and the knife was sucked into it."

Your Majesty? Chen Feng's eyes were a little confused.

"What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

"That's my father! He has a high status. My vassals all call him Lord, and I also learn to call him."

Chen Feng smiled narrowly: "Hey, by the way, your name is Ying Ziyue. From now on, this sword will be called Ying Ziyue Sword!"

"I don't want it. This knife is long, heavy, black and ugly. How can I be called such a noble name? To win the Purple Moon Knife, it must be as thin as a cicada's wings, light and elegant."

"Ah? What did you say? I can't hear... Oh... You agreed, right? OK, then it's called Ying Ziyue Dao."

Chen Feng was about to speak when suddenly Ying Ziyue's voice suddenly dropped: "Stop talking, I feel Zhang De's aura."

Chen Feng was shocked and confused: "Why didn't I feel it?"

"Just listen to me, I'm very sensitive." Ying Ziyue said anxiously.

Chen Feng nodded and took Ying Ziyue to hide in a secret location, holding his breath and concentrating.

After half a cup of tea, Chen Feng felt Zhang De's breath. Then, he saw Zhang De passing by hundreds of meters away, but he did not notice them.

Chen Feng was shocked: "Ying Ziyue's perception ability is really powerful! It is at least five or six times that of mine."

Next, continue on your way.

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Near noon, we had already penetrated another hundred miles into the Black Rock Mountains. Suddenly Ying Ziyue's voice lowered again, and Chen Feng asked: "What's wrong, is it Zhang De again?"

In the whole morning, Chen Feng ran into Zhang De two or three times, which made Chen Feng tireless and filled with murderous intentions.

This Zhang De's ghost lingers like a tarsal maggot. He deserves to die!

"No, after I met Zhang De last time, he went in the opposite direction. He should be far away from us now, at least more than two hundred miles away."

"I smell blood." Ying Ziyue said solemnly: "It should be a very powerful monster, injured..."

When Chen Feng heard this, he immediately became excited and said with a smile: "Let's go and have a look."

Under the leadership of Ying Ziyue, Chen Feng also smelled the strong smell of blood after walking for more than ten miles. After rounding a mountain col, Chen Feng saw a horrifying scene.

Next to a huge lake, two huge figures were confronting each other.

One of them, dozens of meters tall and covered in steel armor, was none other than a giant steel-armored tyrannosaurus. The one on the opposite side was a giant crocodile, dozens of meters long, with sharp fangs and a terrifying look.

These two monsters are actually monsters at the third level of Shenmen Realm!

Even stronger than Zhang De, it is not something that the current Chen Feng can compete with.