After Lin Feng returned Wan Jian to his clan and refined it, he suddenly felt something strange.

It seems that I don't need to carry the sword box on my body like Master Qingsong, but can put it into my body. Just like the original Nine Kills Zen Sword.

With a move in his heart, Lin Feng tried to follow the method of collecting the Nine Kills Zen Sword, and his true energy began to stir up.

I saw the sword box in his hand suddenly turned into a stream of light, instantly penetrated from Lin Feng's wrist, and disappeared into Lin Feng's body in the blink of an eye, entering his Dantian and blending with his true energy.

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"Really...it's really possible!" Lin Feng was surprised.

He really couldn't figure it out, since Wan Jian Guizong could be put into his body, why did Qingsong Zhenren always carry the sword box behind his back?

Could it be because carrying a sword case would make him look handsome? Lin Feng thought with some malicious intent.

Suddenly, Lin Feng had an idea in his mind, since he could put Wan Jian Guizong into his body.

So, is it possible to let the Qi in the sword box travel along with one's own meridians and emit it from the body without taking out the Ten Thousand Swords and returning to the sect?

At that time, wouldn't it be much more powerful than magical skills such as the Six Meridians Divine Sword?

In the face of such magical power, no matter what kind of Six Meridians Divine Sword, Yiyang Finger or Duoluoye Finger is just scum!

Lin Feng did it as soon as he thought of it. Lin Feng carefully used his true energy to inspire a trace of domineering edge in Wanjian Guizong.

He circulated it into his own meridians, and then shot it out from his fingertips in an instant.

puff!

After a slight sound of breaking through the air, a bronze long sword from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period appeared in Lin Feng's palm.

There are countless patterns on the sword body. These patterns seem to be formed naturally when it is cast. There are no traces of artificial carving. They are as natural as nature and ingenious.

Lin Feng firmly grasped the sword and squeezed the hilt with slight force.

Lin Feng was extremely surprised by a cold touch.

The touch of this long sword is actually not an energy body at all, but a real bronze sword!

Thinking of the scene where Qingsong Zhenren's charioteer had numerous long swords attacking him not long ago, Lin Feng's heart moved and he let go of the hilt of this simple long sword.

This ancient long sword actually floated in the air without any trembling after being let go by Lin Feng. It looked as if the blade of the sword was suspended by an invisible thread.

Lin Feng could feel the mysterious connection between himself and the long sword. As long as he moved his mind, the long sword could fly out and kill any enemy.

Moreover, the attack power of this method of killing enemies with a sword is much more powerful and flexible than physical brute force.

The supply angle is so tricky that it is almost impossible to detect.

Lin Feng was like a child who got a new toy. He kept searching in the room, trying to find something that he could use to test his sword.

Unfortunately, after scanning the room, Lin Feng didn't find anything suitable.

Just when he was about to take back this ancient sword, the door was suddenly opened and Song Jiang's voice came over.

"Mr. Long, I have arranged everything. As long as we wait a little longer, we can set off! Let's go to West Lake tonight and test whether you have the power of bullets. How about it?"

Lin Feng's eyes lit up when he heard Song Jiang's voice.

It's better to come early than to come by chance. Since you coincidentally came here when I was looking for something to test my sword with, then you can be my whetstone!

Lin Feng suddenly made a decision in his heart, and with a thought, the long sword floating in the air suddenly turned into a stream of light and flew towards Song Jiang.

"Who is it?" Before he entered the door, he saw a sword light coming towards him. Song Jiang instantly raised his mind and spread a thick curtain of water in front of him with a wave of his hand.

The water curtain is about three inches thick. It is not static, but is constantly flowing at an extremely high speed.

When the speed of the water reaches a certain level, it can cut gold and jade. The water curtain of Songjiang River is exactly the same as this force.

Anything that intends to harm him will have only one fate once it hits the water curtain, other than being ejected.

That was broken into pieces by the violently flowing water curtain.

Back then, Song Jiang had done time, and the defensive power of his water curtain was enough to block bullets fired from anti-equipment sniper rifles at close range.

The flying bullets were deformed the moment they entered the water curtain. They were quickly swept out by the rapidly flowing water curtain.

In this experiment, the distance between Songjiang's water curtain and the muzzle of the anti-materiel sniper rifle was less than two meters.

This shows the super defensive power of his water curtain.

Even as long as Song Jiang can make the water curtain flow faster, his move can almost become an absolute defense!

The sword light flew into the water curtain instantly, and then, Song Jiang's expression suddenly changed, and he blurted out in disbelief: "How is that possible!"

I saw that in the water curtain in front of Song Jiang, a simple style long sword made of bronze, with a small half of the sword body, had passed through the water curtain and appeared in front of Song Jiang, only a few inches away from his nose.

distance. If you make a slight breakthrough, the tip of the sword will be inserted into the bridge of Song Jiang's nose!

The bronze sword continued to move towards Song Jiang's nose at a slow speed.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out on Song Jiang's forehead. He had increased the flow rate in the water curtain to the maximum. However, keeping the water curtain at such a rapid rate was also very taxing on him.

In just a few seconds, sweat was already pouring out of his forehead, which showed how much it took.

The long sword seemed not to be affected by the water curtain at all. Although it was slow, it approached the Song River at a constant speed.

A trace of determination flashed in Song Jiang's eyes, and then his skin suddenly became slightly transparent.

The water curtain exploded into countless water droplets, flying out in all directions.

The unrestrained bronze sword suddenly turned into a stream of light and was instantly inserted into Song Jiang's forehead.

puff!

Water splashed everywhere, and Song Jiang's head was completely pierced by the bronze sword, but strangely no blood flowed out, and his skin had become completely transparent.

The whole person seems to be made of pure water, which is extremely weird.

After the bronze sword passed through Song Jiang's forehead, it turned around behind his head, and then flew into the room in an instant, floating next to Lin Feng.

Bang bang bang....

There was a burst of applause, and Lin Feng clapped his hands and said: "Mr. Song Jiang, you really deserve to be the number one figure in the special forces. You are indeed powerful. Just this method of turning into water must have caused many attacks to you.

You can already ignore it, right?"

The water slowly turned into the shape of the Song River. With a frightened expression on his face, he said: "Mr. Long, don't make such a joke next time. If the water curtain hadn't delayed me for a while, I might have really

I will die by your sword!"

Indeed, after turning his body into water, Song Jiang can indeed be immune to all physical attacks. But when his body is still in human form, he will be dead if he is pierced by this long sword!

It's no wonder that Song Jiang's expression is not very good, he almost died at the hands of Lin Feng just now!

Lin Feng smiled unconcernedly and said: "Mr. Song Jiang, you are too self-effacing! Didn't I remember you said that? With water power, as long as you have water, you will be immortal!"

Song Jiang was choked by Lin Feng, and he touched his nose awkwardly without explaining anything.

As a member of the special forces, Song Jiang knows that there are some things that can be said and some things that cannot be said! Regarding his own strength, even the people closest to him must keep their biggest secrets. Otherwise, if he is not careful, it will be very dangerous.

It might be the end of death.

Song Jiang simply did not explain anything, and said directly: "Mr. Long, I have notified the people in the special forces, and they will go with the two of us later. Do you have any questions?"

Lin Feng nodded and said: "I don't have any questions. When you go, you can just inform me directly!"

Nodding, Song Jiang said nothing more and turned around to go out to arrange other things.

This experiment was about his own life, so he couldn't afford to be careless.

Only halfway through turning his body, Song Jiang suddenly froze, looking at the long sword floating next to Lin Feng in surprise, and said: "Mr. Long, have you already refined Ten Thousand Swords and returned to the sect?"

When Master Qingsong gave Lin Feng Wanjian to return to his clan, Song Jiang was also with him, so he clearly knew how powerful that sword box was.

Because the situation was critical just now, Song Jiang didn't even think about it. Only now did he realize that he had only been out for such a short time, and Lin Feng not only refined Wanjian back to the clan, but even made it as good as an arm.

to the point of making.

Lin Feng smiled and said: "Yes, I didn't expect that Wan Jian Guizong would be so powerful. Even Mr. Song was forced to almost suffer from him!"

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the bronze sword floating beside him. Feeling the cold feeling of blood connection, Lin Feng felt indescribably happy.

This Ten Thousand Sword Guizong was so powerful that he almost suffered a loss when he was able to use it to force Song Jiang after he had just refined it.

If in the future, I slowly become familiar with Wanjian Guizong, how powerful will it be?

Thinking of this, Lin Feng couldn't help but feel his blood boiling. He was a militant himself, otherwise, he wouldn't have become a special forces soldier in the first place.

Lin Feng likes the exciting feeling of fighting life and death. Cold firearms are a man's romance.

How can the excitement of holding a spear in hand and hitting the enemy in the head with a single shot compare to close combat? But now, due to the Proud Dragon Art, Lin Feng's physical strength is no longer comparable to that of humans.
Chapter completed!