The Ancient Vast Realm

Feng Xuan felt the surging blood in his body, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab at his side. A giant hand made entirely of blood spread out from his body, grabbing a tree directly in his hand, and as Feng Xuan slowed down, Slowly exerting force, the soil on the ground cracked, and trees rose from the ground. The giant hands of flesh and blood actually completely uprooted the trees.

Feng Xuan could feel as if he was holding something in his imaginary hand. The more illusory giant hand of blood was like an extension of his own limbs, which was very strange.

Feng Xuan let go of his palm, and the giant bloody hand slowly dissipated, and the trees fell to the ground with a crashing sound.

The smile on Feng Xuan's lips couldn't stop anymore, and he clenched his fists tightly and made a crunching sound.

Blood Qi level, breakthrough!

Feng Xuan was not in a hurry to study his abilities. After he was sure that he had broken through to the blood level, he felt relieved and then moved his eyes to the Blade Wing Blood Mantis lying on the ground a hundred meters away.

Feng Xuan had to admit that if he didn't use the law of wind, sword intention and sorcery, it would be hard to predict the outcome of his fight with the blade-winged blood mantis without breaking through. The strength of the blade-winged blood mantis was hard to predict. In Feng Xuan's opinion, he was no worse than the scar-faced demon.

Taking into account its rapid speed, if it were not Feng Xuan who was also proficient in speed, anyone else would have been killed by it.

Even if Feng Xuan didn't use the Law of Wind, he suffered a lot from its extreme speed and had many scars of varying depths on his body.

Fortunately, Feng Xuan made the right bet in the end. Even at the last moment, faced with such a dangerous situation, Feng Xuan did not use other means. Only then could he achieve a breakthrough with the huge pressure.

Feng Xuan came to the dying Blade-wing Blood Mantis, stretched out his hand, and a huge bloody hand lifted the entire body of the Blade-wing Blood Mantis.

Feng Xuan looked at the dying Blade-Wing Blood Mantis in his hand, and confirmed that it had indeed suffered extremely serious injuries from the previous blow. Feng Xuan had no intention of torturing it, so he twisted the knife in the air casually. The triangular head of the Winged Blood Mantis, which was bigger than a millstone, was completely twisted off by him.

Feng Xuan then tore off its pair of extremely tough and sharp wings together with the wing roots. He could see how powerful these wings were. Half of the sword-winged blood mantis' ability lies in this pair of knives. Wings up.

It was just that Feng Xuan fiddled with the wings that became soft and light like cicada wings after leaving the body. He didn't think about what he could do for a while, so he received the wind spirit ring for later study.

Feng Xuan carried the huge body of the Blade-Wing Blood Mantis and walked back in the direction of the Golden-Eyed Xuanhu. During this process, he continuously extracted the essence and blood from its body and merged it into his own body.

By the time Feng Xuan returned to the vicinity of the Golden Eyed Black Tiger, the originally plump body of the Blade-Wing Blood Mantis had shriveled up a lot, and most of the blood essence had been extracted by Feng Xuan into his own body and stored there to be slowly refined.

With Feng Xuan's current physical strength, it is no problem to store the essence and blood of this insect beast at the peak of the Tona Realm into the body. It does not need to be swallowed a little bit more than before, and he does not dare to squander the essence and blood of the beast all at once. Inhaled into the body.

Today's Feng Xuan's body is becoming more and more unlike a normal human race. Although he still looks like an ordinary boy, every inch of his flesh and blood is as tight as if it has been tempered for thousands of times, and his blood is denser than lead and mercury. It is no exaggeration to say that Feng Xuan Now a drop of blood is heavier than the blood of a beast at the peak of the Tona Realm, and the energy contained in it is even greater.

It is no exaggeration to say that Feng Xuan is a walking treasure. After all, his body has swallowed too much essence and blood of various beasts, and has tempered himself to the extreme state of his current state.

Of course, if Feng Xuan is really used as a treasure to refine, then there will be no problem as long as he is not killed by Feng Xuan's terrifying poisonous blood.

Now even if a desolate beast swallows Feng Xuan whole, if it is not a poisonous beast or a desolate beast with extremely high poison resistance, life or death may still be a matter of life. Although Feng Xuan is a walking humanoid treasure, it is also a poison.

Ouch~

The few golden-eyed black tiger cubs who had been waiting impatiently on the spot with their temper suppressed saw Feng Xuan returning with the huge blade-winged blood mantis. Their round eyes suddenly lit up. They couldn't bear it anymore and all of them were furious. He ran towards Feng Xuan, rolling and crawling all the way.

Seeing that Feng Xuan had returned intact, there was no serious problem, and his aura was even stronger than before. Tigress, who had never been too relaxed, no longer restrained a few cubs, lowered her huge head, and directly He lay down on the ground and began to rest.

However, in Feng Xuan's thoughts, the voice of the tiger lady sounded.

"Feng Xuan, why have you been gone for so long? You shouldn't have to go through so much trouble with that little bug, right? Also, for some unknown reason just now, I suddenly felt a flash of extremely ancient will from the direction where you were fighting. "pass away"

The tiger girl's huge head lay on her front paws, her two huge golden eyes looking at Feng Xuan unblinkingly.

Feng Xuan stopped several tiger cubs from licking him, and put the body of the Blade-Wing Blood Mantis into the Wind Spirit Ring.

"I didn't use my full strength to fight the blade-winged blood mantis, I just used its combat power to hone myself, so it took a little longer."

Feng Xuan held the tiger-sized head in his arms and rubbed it angrily, ignoring its wailing appearance.

This guy was the one who licked the most vigorously just now. He probably felt the majestic blood energy that he had not completely dissipated. Feng Xuan had no doubt that if he hadn't been familiar with these guys, these guys would have given him a blow. Here comes a bite.

But Feng Xuan could not give his blood to these guys to drink. Not to mention that he was not bored and stupid to such an extent, even if he really thought that his blood was too much, he would give these guys his blood to drink. I am afraid that a few drops of his blood would make them die suddenly, and then the tiger mother would probably slap him to death immediately.

"Is this the way you humans practice? It is no different from our beasts."

Golden Eyed Black Tiger asked curiously. The wild beasts also grew up in fighting.

"It's almost the same. After all, only fighting is the fastest way to practice. Of course, our human race is still different from your beasts. This is just a kind of practice."

Golden Eyed Black Tiger didn't understand it very well, but didn't ask much. It was not very interested in the way humans practiced.

"As for the ancient will you mentioned..."

Feng Xuan pondered and didn't have much clue for a while.

He probably knew that what Jin Jing Xuan Hu was talking about was the pressure emanating from the shadow of a wild bull when he broke through. He also felt that he seemed to have accidentally communicated with some kind of regular will between heaven and earth, and his boxing skills were greatly enhanced, just like when he comprehended the law of wind or the sword intent, which was extremely special.

But Feng Xuan knew that the shadow of the wild bull did not belong to the law or the boxing intent.

Feng Xuan, who had comprehended the sword intent at the subtle level, knew that he had not yet broken through to the realm of boxing intent.

It couldn't be the realm of wild bull, right?

Wait

He happened to be using the wild bull boxing at that time. Although this set of boxing was the most widely spread and most common mountain-level low-grade boxing, it was natural that it could become the most widely spread basic boxing of the human race and consolidate the foundation of martial arts.

Feng Xuan recalled the moment when the shadow of the wild bull appeared, which was also the time when he broke through. At that time, he used the first move of the wild bull boxing, "Wild Bull Charge", to fight against the storm incarnated by the enemy's knife-winged blood mantis, and he actually defeated it with a mere mountain-level low-grade boxing.

Although Feng Xuan knew that in the hands of a truly powerful person, even an ordinary punch would be more powerful than any boxing technique used by a weak person, Feng Xuan himself was not one of them.

When he used the Bull Charge move, his blood and qi body did not form his true form, but was affected by the boxing technique, and his blood and qi condensed into a bull phantom.

Could it be that this was the "intention" contained in the boxing technique? He had accidentally realized the "intention" contained in the Bull Boxing technique itself?

Just like the Wind Controlling Sword Technique and Wind Controlling Skills passed down in his clan, after understanding them to a certain extent, Feng Xuan used them to understand the law of wind. It can be said that the "intention" of the Wind Controlling Sword is wind.

And the law of wind is the product that can be obtained after this kind of understanding.

Feng Xuan suddenly realized that his guess was probably almost right.

Thinking of this, Feng Xuan could no longer hold back, and stood up. A huge bloody hand appeared, and he lifted up the tiger cubs who were still in a daze and put them next to the tiger mother who was also confused by Feng Xuan's actions.

"Tiger mother, I'm going to test an ability and will be back soon"

The strong wind swept Feng Xuan away from the tiger mother's sight.

"......"

Tiger mother lowered her head and looked at the tiger cubs who were obviously not recovered yet. She couldn't help but feel speechless. She didn't know if her children were too annoying, which caused Feng Xuan to run away. Should she educate the children and tell them not to stick to him like this?

But Tiger mother also knew that since the tiger cubs were born not long ago, and Feng Xuan was a human who saved them, and the breath on Feng Xuan made them very comfortable, this led to the tiger cubs' strong affection for Feng Xuan.

Tiger mother thought about it and gave up. Anyway, Feng Xuan didn't seem to care, so let it be.

Feng Xuan controlled the strong wind and flew to the place where the battle had taken place before. It should not affect Tiger Mother and the others here.

Feng Xuan landed slowly, stood there with his eyes closed, thinking, and recalled the feeling when he threw that punch before.

"Rough Bull Charge!"

Feng Xuan suddenly punched forward, blood and energy gathered, a blood-colored fist print flew out, and hit a piece of bluestone in front of him, making a loud bang, and blasted a huge pit in the bluestone of about ten feet in size.

"No, no, it's not like that!"

Feng Xuan ignored the scene he caused, but shook his head, very dissatisfied with his failure to trigger the rough bull phantom.

"Come on! Rough Bull Charge!"

......

Until Feng Xuan threw dozens of fist prints in succession, until the bluestone in front was blasted into rubble, he still failed to achieve his goal.

Feng Xuan did not continue, but stood there with his chin resting, thinking about what the problem was.

"Blood Qi Dharma Body, Rough Bull Phantom, Killing the Enemy, Could it be..."