The internal organizational structure of his father Yang Zhong began to develop towards simplicity.
That's right, it's simple. Originally, the human tissue structure should be cumbersome, because the human body is always a multicellular organism!
The process from simplicity to complexity has evolved and transformed to this day, and it is already the best physique.
So no further changes were made.
But Yang Feng's father's current physical condition is changing from complexity to simplicity.
When inputting sword energy, Yang Feng could clearly feel that the veins in his father's body were actually very strong.
It is twice that of Yang Feng. This is Yang Feng's most intuitive feeling.
"An...er...don't...be here..."
"Father, don't worry, give the child some time, he will be able to expel the death energy from your body."
The original organizational structure of the person was very fragile, and the sword energy was extremely sharp.
It is extremely easy to destroy the tissue structure and cause internal bleeding and death.
Now things have taken a turn for the better.
Yang Feng's father's meridians are strong, so he can try to infuse more sword energy.
Look at the endurance limit of the meridians.
Otherwise, the death energy will spread throughout the body, and if the interval is too long, it will not be effective at all.
"Father, your situation is very special. I will instill sword energy into your body in a while. If you can't bear it, just hum so that I can expel the death energy from your body."
Yang Feng knew that his father Yang Zhong was unable to express himself due to the deterioration of his language function, but he could still understand what he said.
Yang Zhong simply nodded this time.
But there was deep worry in his eyes. He was not worried for himself, but for his son.
This deathly aura has tortured him for more than twenty years, how can it be eliminated overnight?
Seeing his father nodding, Yang Feng didn't hesitate and started directly.
Actuating the sword energy "little sapling" in the body, the sapling swayed its body, and the huge sword energy left Yang Feng's body following Yang Feng's guidance.
Slowly "flowing" into his father's body.
Thick veins, powerful limbs.
And the pure white bones are covered with black haze.
This haze-like thing is the so-called death energy.
This kind of thing usually only remains in the body of the dead.
Most dead people sleep underground.
Death energy cannot seep up.
By what means did Xia Yuan obtain the death energy, and who taught him how to use it?
I have to say, this is all a mystery.
But now he just wants to expel the death energy from Yang Zhong.
"Ahem!"
As soon as he injected the sword energy, Yang Zhong started coughing violently.
Because even if the meridians are strong enough to withstand the sharp sword energy, they are still choked.
Uh, Yang Feng wiped his sweat.
He didn't pay attention, but fortunately he stopped the loss in time.
The mastery of sword energy is a matter of personal effort.
Concentrate on it and control the sword energy exquisitely, penetrating into every meridian.
The dead energy attached to the white bones was dark in color and was temporarily suppressed.
The sword energy was like an air freshener, cleaning away the dead energy from every part of Yang Zhong's body.
The feeling for Yang Zhong was so wonderful that he even wanted to moan.
Yang Feng only worked for a while and was sweating profusely.
My energy was severely depleted and I felt dizzy, so I had to stop.
Yang Feng put one hand on the ground in time.
Breathing slightly.
It has nothing to do with the kidneys, this consumes "energy", and this essence is not that essence.
Take a deep breath.
Yang Feng meditated on the spot, trying to speed up the loss of mental power through meditation.
As everyone knows, in the west of this adobe kiln.
There are three pairs of eyes, staring at this place furtively.
"Your Majesty, who is this person?"
"Son of Yang Zhong, the swordsmanship I just showed you is his own swordsmanship."
Xia Yuan looked at Yang Feng in the distance, trying to look past him.
"It is true that a tiger father has no dog son. Back then, Yang Zhong was extremely talented, and now his son is even better than his predecessor."
"Compared to this, I am more interested in what means he will use to restore his father Yang Zhong."
As a human slave, from the first time they met Yang Feng, they sensed the mysterious sword energy in Yang Feng.
It was a devastating force.
It is also the power that is lacking in this world.
"Sword Qi is invincible. If it were someone else who would be old and aging, all body functions would be aging. If he injected sword Qi at this time, there would be only one word, death! But Yang Zhong was different. The death Qi not only did not make him age, but made him carry out 'Atavism.'
This is a place that Xia Yuan racked his brains and couldn't figure out.
He explored Yang Zhong's body more than once, but in the end he failed.
"Hey! The art of immortality! Is it really possible to just wait?"
The earth slave looked up to the sky and sighed.
He also has a short lifespan, and the reason why he is running around is simply to gain immortality, or to reduce the death energy in his body and survive for a while longer.
After all, who wants to die when you can live well?
"What an opportunity for immortality! I'm almost certain that this book of swordsmanship can help people break into the tenth realm, but I haven't been able to figure it out yet.
Moreover, Yang Feng is now only able to skillfully control sword energy, but he cannot even do a simple volley with a sword. There are various signs that he has not yet entered the tenth realm. "
Xia Yuan is in control of the world and knows many secrets that ordinary people don't know.
Including Dugu Baitian, some details of that year, and even some secrets and signs of the tenth realm.
He knew everything clearly.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to tell with his naked eyes that Yang Feng had not yet entered the realm of a master.
"Your Majesty, why don't you deprive him of the sword energy and make it your own?"
"No! He created the swordsmanship. If I deprive him of his sword energy, I will not be able to find immortality."
This proposal of the earth slave was rejected by Xia Yuan.
Having sword energy is not what he really needs. What he cares about has always been immortality.
This is why there is obviously a chance to keep Yang Feng.
The real reason why he chose to let it go.
Follow Yang Feng, witness Yang Feng become an immortal, and then deprive Yang Feng of his cultivation realm. Read the book
city.
The first pass of the dynasty was occupied by the warriors of the restoration of the country.
The warriors of the Restoration did not stop, thinking about moving forward to the second pass. They had only one goal, to let the cavalry break through the gate of the palace, and ascend to the throne of the emperor with the strongest posture.
Hou Chonglong's people are here.
One hundred thousand troops.
Royal Guards, Royal Guards.
Even guards with swords.
The strongest troops of the dynasty were blocked at the second pass.
"How dare a bunch of rabble invade my home?"
Hou Chonglong condemned Jiang Kui from the moral high ground.
And Jiang Kui is not an ordinary person after all.
"Your homeland? This land of Great Xia belongs to me, the Jiang Dynasty? It's you who occupy the magpie's nest, and you still dare to accuse us?"
"That is, you invaders, get out of our home."
Jiang Chao's army made a splash.
Everyone behaved with indignation.
"It's ridiculous! In this world, strength speaks for itself. Whoever has the biggest fist is the king!"
"Archers prepare, fire rockets, leave no one behind!"
The sky is filled with arrows and fire!
At this moment, the dark night seemed to be illuminated.
"Throw the flint!"
Jiang Kui also ordered his men to go to the big guy.
Each flint is like a star falling from the sky.
The bright fire light once again made the entire night sky bright.
The unbreakable city wall is bearing the flames of war at this moment.
The fighting and wailing echoed through the sky!
"Everyone, kill me!"
Hou Chonglong knew that this was a bloody battle, he could not lose, and he could not afford to lose!
