Feng Qiuyan replied: "First of all, we need to solve the problem of physical strength and vitality. This problem can be made up for by some skills that can restore vitality. However, even with skills that can restore vitality, it is impossible to fully restore vitality, and the consumption of physical strength is also a problem. Fortunately, after I read a lot of classics, I finally came up with a way, which is to feed war with war."
"How to use war to support war?" Zhou Wen knew what this word meant, but during war, it was because there was time to rest and recuperate.
After being surrounded alone, there is no time to rest and recuperate. How to support the war with war?
"First reduce your own consumption, and then seize the enemy's vitality..." Feng Qiuyan said, waving the life soul knife in his hand. Some kind of strange magic power seemed to be produced on the life soul knife, and the nearby All the vitality was sucked into the blade.
"You...can..." Zhou Wen didn't know what to say. This ability to swallow other people's vitality was very rare.
Zhou Wen had only seen Xia Jiuhuang use it before, Feng Qiuyan was the second one, and he didn’t know how he learned it.
Feng Qiuyan added: "The second step is to solve the problem of being beaten by a group. It took me a long time to come up with a new knife technique and asked the coach for guidance."
"Then come." Zhou Wen was looking forward to Feng Qiuyan's sword skills.
Feng Qiuyan held the Minghun Knife with a serious look on his face. He said something careful, raised the knife and struck Zhou Wen violently. The sword energy burst out of the blade, like an invisible sky-cutting blade, and struck Zhou Wen head-on. Come down.
Although this sword was strong enough and much stronger than Feng Qiuyan's previous sword skills, there was no qualitative change. Zhou Wen used Tianwai Feixian to dodge Feng Qiuyan's sword slash.
Feng Qiuyan didn't care so much, and struck with one knife after another. The sword energy poured down like a rolling river, each knife was harder than the last, and each knife was faster than the last.
Zhou Wen had to admit that Feng Qiuyan's sword skills were indeed top-notch. If the epic level hadn't restricted him, there was even hope that his sword skills could be promoted to the god level.
Feng Qiuyan has completely shed his previous youthfulness, hesitation and unconfidence. The knife seems to have become a whole with him. He can be passionate and unrestrained, and he can also make small bridges and flow.
It can split mountains with one knife, and it can also carve patterns on tofu.
Fast and slow, light and heavy are all controlled just right. When it's time to go all out, it can explode infinitely. When it's time to restrain, it can completely restrain its edge.
Zhou Wen felt that if Feng Qiuyan continued to practice his sword skills, he should be able to advance to the divine level like his Tianwai Feixian.
However, Zhou Wen looked around and couldn't see how Feng Qiuyan's sword skills could deal with group fights. His sword skills still only supported single fights.
"Wrong!" Zhou Wen sensed something. When he used the Flying Immortal from Heaven to dodge Feng Qiuyan's attack, he switched to the Prison King Zunming Soul, making his eight senses extremely sharp.
"So that's it, he's really a powerful guy." Zhou Wen had already discovered the secret of Feng Qiuyan's sword technique.
Feng Qiuyan's sword energy was all over the place, and each sword was stronger than the last. After cutting off an unknown number of times, Feng Qiuyan suddenly retracted his sword and retreated. He stared at Zhou Wen with a sharp gaze and said, "Coach, you have to be careful."
As he said that, Feng Qiuyan held the handle of the knife with both hands. The sword energy on his body was full, and his long hair and clothes were flying with the sword energy and all around.
The previously broken sword energy quickly condensed, and around Feng Qiuyan, complete sword energy condensed, forming a huge sword formation. All the sword energy was pointed at Zhou Wen, and there were so many densely packed swords.
"What is this move called?" Zhou Wen looked at Feng Qiuyan and asked.
"This is the inspiration I got from watching an ancient video work, coupled with my own research and transformation. In the video work, the move is called Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, and I call this move Ten Thousand Swords. Knife pilgrimage." Feng Qiuyan's hand holding the knife began to tremble a little.
The Life Soul Sword in his hand is connected with all the sword energy. If it is more than one sword, it can bear the power of ten thousand swords.
Although this is a bit exaggerated, there are still thousands of dollars.
"Do it with all your strength. Let me see how powerful your Ten Thousand Swords Pilgrimage move is." Zhou Wen said seriously.
"Coach, please be careful." Feng Qiuyan could no longer hold on and slashed at Zhou Wen with a knife.
With the power of his sword, the dense sword energy was like a river of swords falling from the sky, violently impacting down.
The dense sword energy poured down, and Zhou Wen swayed left and right in the river of swords, like a ghost, leaving phantoms in the air. The sword energy slashed through the phantoms, but never touched Zhou Wen's body.
The violent sword energy was never able to touch his body. They all flew over and struck the rocks behind Zhou Wen.
Boom! Boom!
The rocks that were tens of meters high were chopped into pieces by the dense sword energy and collapsed into countless rubbles. However, until the last sword energy passed through, Zhou Wen was still standing in front of the collapsed rocks unscathed.
Feng Qiuyan was not discouraged because Zhou Wen had dodged his Ten Thousand Knife Pilgrimage. On the contrary, he stared at Zhou Wen with burning eyes. His mind was completely occupied by Zhou Wen's movement technique of dodging Ten Thousand Knife Pilgrimage just now.
Holding the knife, Feng Qiuyan stood there, staring at Zhou Wen. The momentum that was supposed to fall back after using One Move Ten Thousand Knife Pilgrimage, not only did it not fall back, but it became even higher.
Zhou Wen's expression also became serious, and his hand was pressed on the handle of the bamboo knife.
When Feng Qiuyan's aura reached its peak, he suddenly relaxed, and the fierce and domineering aura on his body seemed to disappear all of a sudden, as if he had become an ordinary person, with a strange smile on his face.
At this time, Feng Qiuyan was like a devout believer who wanted to use the knife in his hand to pay homage to the sacred in his heart. Apart from piety, he could not feel any murderous intention or hostility from his body.
It was as if what he held in his hand was not a murderous weapon, but a sacred vessel enshrined to the gods.
Finally, the sword in Feng Qiuyan's hand moved again. There was no domineering sword light or ferocious sword energy. Zhou Wen had never seen a person who could use the sword technique so cleanly, holyly, and artistically.
It seems that he is not killing people, but completing a redemption.
Almost at the moment when Feng Qiuyan took out the sword, Zhou Wen's hand holding the bamboo sword also moved. The flying fairy from the sky without the slightest breath of fireworks, like an elegant fairy, passed by Feng Qiuyan.
There was a long-lasting sound like the roar of a dragon. If you distinguish carefully, you will find that the sound of the sword comes from two different knives. The bamboo knife and the life soul knife in Feng Qiuyan's hand are both trembling and groaning.
Click!
The dragon scale armor on Zhou Wen's chest cracked with a knife mark. Almost at the same time, a knife mark appeared on Feng Qiuyan's chest. On the exposed muscles, there was a thin trace of blood, and traces of blood oozed out. blood.
