Jiang Feng sat cross-legged and understood the sword, and sat for a day and a night.

This was not a simple thing. During this period, Jiang Feng almost opened his eyes and woke up from his ethereal state.

He never had a sword in his hand, but it felt like he had turned into a sword with his body. However, only Jiang Feng himself knew that he had not reached that level, and there was a layer of diaphragm that was difficult to penetrate.

A finger was gently swung out, and an old tree in the distance was rustling, and his fingers were scratching, and his dead branches and yellow leaves fell all over the ground.

Jiang Feng shook his head gently: "No."

He pondered for a while, and the finger slowly swung out again, and the invisible sword energy was born from the fingertips and then burst out.

The wind suddenly blew the yellow leaves all over the tree, and then the sword energy dissipated invisible. This time, no leaf had fallen.

"It's still wrong." Jiang Feng frowned.

He felt that he had touched the last barrier of the sword, but the progress of sitting for a day and a night was not very good, and he always felt that something was missing.

"What's missing?" Jiang Feng said softly.

This time, it took a longer time to see Jiang Feng's third finger. This was a very ordinary finger, and there was no sword energy at the fingertips to give birth.

With one finger falling, a leaf shaking and falling from the tree. Jiang Feng stretched out his big hand, and the fallen leaf fell in his palm.

The patterns of leaves are clearly visible, and they will be turned into powder.

Jiang Feng felt it carefully and murmured: "It seems right, but it seems that it is not all right?"

"What's right? What's wrong?" Jiang Feng sighed, then stopped talking and returned to silence.

...

Wow—

A figure was walking through the jungle. He was wearing white clothes, but at this time the white clothes were stained with yellow mud. The sleeves of the clothes were cut by thorns, and his hair was also messy, showing a bit of a weeping smell.

This is Guo Ziming. The people of the Twelve families argued endlessly about whether to enter the valley, and in the end, several families took the risk to come in.

The Guo family is one of them.

However, I don’t know what went wrong. After entering the valley, Guo Ziming and Guo Tai and others were scattered. He ran around in the jungle alone like a headless fly. Thinking about the scenes he had experienced when he had just entered the valley, his face turned white and blue, and he was shocked.

At that time, he was walking alone under the scorching sun, as if he had been sunburned into a walking corpse. He thought he was going to die here, but he didn't know what happened, and the scorching sun hanging above his head suddenly disappeared.

It was then surprising that everything he encountered was an illusion, but the illusion was too realistic, and the sweat shed and the dry lips were all so empathetic, which made him exhausted both physically and mentally.

Guo Ziming was already a little regretful at this time. He had heard a lot of rumors about this valley. He had a life of death when he entered this valley. He was a little lucky at first, but now he had no idea. His only thought was to leave this valley, the farther away, the better.

Along the way, he disappeared without seeing others, and was wrapped in endless silence. Guo Ziming was exhausted and dragged his heavy steps slower and slower.

"Hey, there are people there." Guo Ziming paused slightly, and saw a figure sitting cross-legged there from a distance. He was stunned, and then he was ecstatic and accelerated his pace toward the place where the figure was.

When he was walking through the jungle alone, he was about to be driven crazy. Seeing someone now was like seeing hope for survival.

But soon, Guo Ziming paused, looked horrified, and slowly retreated. He saw clearly that the person was not someone else, but Jiang Feng.

Yes, it's Jiang Feng.

Guo Ziming didn't expect to meet Jiang Feng in this valley, or he didn't expect Jiang Feng to enter this valley. But that day, Jiang Feng's performance at the trial conference vaguely made Guo Ziming afraid of him and unwilling to provoke him.

"What did he sit there and do not move?" Guo Ziming stepped back, feeling shocked and puzzled, unable to understand what Jiang Feng was doing.

"He is very mysterious and can actually enter this valley." Guo Ziming thought secretly, his thoughts flew around. He remembered all the things he had experienced before and said to himself: "Can it be that Jiang Feng has experienced a series of changes like me, right?"

Guo Ziming was not sure if this was the case. While retreating, he looked in the direction where Jiang Feng was with wide eyes, trying to see clearly what Jiang Feng was doing.

"He is very strong. I am so close to him. Logically, he should have heard the movement, but why did he not react at all? Could it be that he was seriously injured?" Guo Ziming frowned and thought bitterly.

"It should be like this. I was trapped in that strange illusion and almost died. Jiang Feng was probably not much better than me. I had targeted him at the trial conference. If he had nothing to do, he would definitely come to cause trouble for me, but he didn't. I think he was indeed injured." Guo Ziming's eyes flashed and he kept making reasoning and analyzing.

Guo Ziming is not a timid person. When he thought of this, his steps stopped. If Jiang Feng was really injured, then it would be a great opportunity to easily kill Jiang Feng.

Such a person cannot be used by the Guo family, and naturally he cannot be allowed to survive in the world. As for what Guo Jing said, he cannot be easily provoked, Guo Ziming also understands it. But now the enemy is weak and I am strong, so this situation is different from what Guo Jing said.

"If I kill him here, on the one hand, there will be no trouble without knowing it. On the other hand, it will be considered as a major hidden trouble for my Guo family." Guo Ziming stopped and walked towards the place where Jiang Feng was.

But he was still very careful, staring at Jiang Feng, and just waiting for something wrong, he retreated immediately. Even if he was wasting this great opportunity, he could not hesitate at all, otherwise he would probably die.

Guo Ziming slowed down and moved closer to the direction where Jiang Feng was little by little. When he was about three meters away, Jiang Feng still didn't move at all, but Guo Ziming's heart almost jumped to his throat.

"It seems that he is indeed injured. I'm so close to him, but he still has no reaction at all." Guo Ziming thought to himself, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

"Jiang Feng, I admit that you are very powerful. I am far from your opponent. But unfortunately, in this situation, I can't help you. Let me die." Guo Ziming's expression became ferocious. He stopped hesitating and took a big step forward. At the same time, he raised his right hand and accumulated energy in his palm. He planned to slap Jiang Feng's sky spirit cover.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

The distance between them is getting closer and closer, less than one meter apart. Guo Ziming can hear Jiang Feng's heartbeat at this time, and the heartbeat is very weak.

"Haha, die." Guo Ziming laughed grimly and slapped Jiang Feng's head.

But when the slap was halfway through, Guo Ziming seemed to have seen a ghost, and he stopped suddenly and retreated hastily. Jiang Feng's eyes opened at some point. Although he only opened a thin slit, this discovery still made Guo Ziming terrified to death.

"Jiang Feng, you--" Guo Ziming lost his voice.

Jiang Feng seemed to have not heard his voice, and his eyes slowly opened, his eyes were extremely cold. As soon as he contacted the eyes, Guo Ziming realized that he was like an ant that could be pinched to death. Although Jiang Feng's eyes did not show any sarcasm or extreme coldness, it still made Guo Ziming panic.

In an instant, Guo Ziming had the urge to escape in panic, but his legs were as heavy as lead, making it so difficult for him to retreat, let alone escape.

Guo Ziming moved his steps and opened the distance from Jiang Feng, feeling regretful. Jiang Feng is so evil. He obviously did nothing, why is he so afraid of him?

Guo Ziming was very dissatisfied, but he had witnessed Jiang Feng's strength with his own eyes, and he had to convince himself if he was not convinced.

Jiang Feng did not react strangely, his brows frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something. The question made his condition look very strange and made Guo Ziming's scalp numb.

Then, Jiang Feng finally got up and stood up. His expression was a little dazed, as if he had lost his mind by something, which made Guo Ziming unpredictable.

"Jiang Feng, what are you going to do?" Guo Ziming shouted, with a fierce look on his face.

Jiang Feng didn't say anything, took one step and walked towards Guo Ziming step by step. Every step fell was stepping on Guo Ziming's heartbeat.

In this way, in Guo Ziming's feelings, Jiang Feng's every step was a bang, making his heartbeat almost unable to withstand that rhythm. The distance of just over a dozen steps made Guo Ziming's face pale little by little.

Because of the heartbeat step by step, in Guo Ziming's eyes, Jiang Feng's figure became infinitely taller, which is a scene that is difficult to describe in words.

"You want to kill me?" Jiang Feng spoke.

"I--" Guo Ziming couldn't speak.

"If you want to kill me, then bear the price of being killed by me." Jiang Feng snorted coldly and took another step forward.

The rhythm of his walking blended with Guo Ziming's heartbeat, and he was also trapped in an extremely wonderful state. This made Jiang Feng vaguely feel that the barrier that could not be penetrated by the second sword of the Daluo Nine Swords seemed to be about to break through.

He had the urge to pull out the bloodthirsty sword Changwu from his backpack, but this urge was quickly restrained by Jiang Feng. The bloodthirsty sword was too strange. If it were not necessary, Jiang Feng would not use it easily. Even if he fought with Xie Nanfeng for life and death, he would never use a sword.

Using the finger as the sword seems extremely sharp, but Jiang Feng knew that this was just a trick, and even the essence of the Daluo Nine Swords had never touched it. This was naturally because his cultivation level was too low and it was difficult to control it.

But at this moment, Jiang Feng felt that he had turned into a long sword, and every cell and pore in his body, his sword intent soared into the sky!

The supreme sword intent was added, making Jiang Feng's every move, even his eyes, unprecedentedly sharp and irresistible.

The sound of footsteps merged with Guo Ziming's heartbeat. For Jiang Feng, it was more of a sublimation of the sword intent.
Chapter completed!