The thunder water in the thunder pool under the Jinqiao no longer actively spurted out, and seemed to be a little afraid of the increasingly solid purple power grid outside Feng Jinghong's body.
"Is this his sword intention with thunder attribute?"
Ye Qingxin had experienced Qu Can's evil-fighting sword power before, and she still remembered the unparalleled sharpness and sharpness.
But Feng Jinghong's sword intent in front of him was different. Although it still felt extremely sharp, it had an aura that was as strong as the sun, bright and majestic.
"No wonder he can reach the Huntian Temple with the strength of the Foundation Establishment Stage. Not to mention the magical power of luck that is comparable to that of the Yuanying Stage monks. The thunder attribute sword intent alone is enough for him to win the general victory.
A golden elixir monk."
Ye Qingxin's crescent-shaped eyes shone with joy, staring intently at the purple thunder cocoon on the golden bridge.
The electric grid outside Feng Jinghong's body became denser and denser, and the purple color became darker and darker. The dense electric light burst out like a dazzling electric ball. Just the overflowing electric light made Ye Qingxin feel a faint pressure.
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"The sword's will takes shape, and the thunder becomes a success!"
Feng Jinghong's cold voice sounded leisurely, and the purple thunder cocoon rose slowly, floating to a height of three feet in the sky.
Feng Jinghong, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly stood up, and a dark purple thunder symbol lit up on his chest. The electric light outside his body was like a hungry wolf seeing a fat sheep, and he rushed towards the symbol that exuded a mysterious and noble aura like crazy.
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Buzz!
The passionate sword cry rang out from Feng Jinghong's body, and a huge thunder sword shadow rose into the sky from behind him. The terrifying sword intention filled the air and remained forever.
The three golden bridges under the feet were cut with deep sword marks by the sharp shadow of the thunder sword. The thunder water in the thunder pool under the bridge seemed to have been thrown into a huge stone. Not long after it calmed down, it suddenly burst out again.
He was even more wild before, rushing into the phantom of the thunder sword crazily.
Stab!
The sky above Feng Jinghong was like a huge blue cloth, which was cut open by the phantom of the Thunder Sword, and then quickly recovered.
"This, the sword breaks the sky, does the sword intention become small?"
Ye Qingxin was so shocked that she didn't know what to say other than being amazed.
"Fourth level of Thunder Sword Intent! Can you be considered a minor success?"
Feng Jinghong felt the chilling edge and smiled faintly in his heart. He did not expect that after the sword intention was completed, it could actually shake the void, causing chaos in the peaceful vitality of heaven and earth, with faint signs of violence.
"Such power! As long as you suddenly use Thunder Sword Intent when you are facing an enemy, the vitality of heaven and earth around the opponent will change. Even if you can't violently hurt the opponent, it will make him unable to control. In this way, I will take advantage of
If I have the upper hand, even if my opponent is a master of the golden elixir, I will not be afraid at all!"
Feng Jinghong withdrew her Thunder Sword Intent, raised her head, and her proud aura rose to the sky.
Ye Qingxin, who was standing ten feet away, had never felt that there was anyone she could not surpass, except for the towering Feng Jinghong in front of her!
"Qingxin, let's go in. The Ten Thousand Immortals Conference will be the best opportunity for us to soar into the sky!"
Feng Jinghong slowly fell from the air, looked at Ye Qingxin who was frozen there, and smiled slightly.
"Is this your sword intention? A sword intention with the attribute of thunder?"
Although she already felt that Feng Jinghong was practicing swordsmanship, Ye Qingxin couldn't help but speak. She didn't expect that Long Yintian would actually produce two peerless swordsmen, Qu Can and Feng Jinghong, and Feng Jinghong
Hong is not a pure swordsman yet!
"Yes, Sword Intent, I call it Thunder Sword Intent, the fourth level of Thunder Sword Intent. Even if I don't use the Infinite Tribulation Finger, I can compete with the man in black!"
Feng Jinghong answered confidently.
"I know, I know, there is hope for the Dragon Yin Sect to be revitalized!"
Ye Qingxin's voice was choked with sobs, but it was fleeting.
"Okay, don't worry, one day, I will let Longyin Sect be promoted to a sect and dominate the human world!"
"Okay, I hope I can see that day!"
Ye Qingxin said easily, but Feng Jinghong felt a faint sadness.
"Let's go, they have been in for a while, otherwise we will really come back empty-handed."
Ye Qingxin saw that Feng Jinghong was a little confused, so she quickly spoke, then circulated her true energy to form a thick protective shield outside her body, and walked towards the golden bridge where Feng Jinghong was standing.
"Qingxin, you don't have to be like this, look!"
Feng Jinghong was disturbed by Ye Qingxin, and her doubtful thoughts dissipated. She looked at Ye Qingxin carefully stepping onto the Golden Bridge. She smiled softly, slowly raised her hands, and the thunder pool under the Golden Bridge let out a fierce roar.
, the thunder water flew out with endless thunder light, like a docile sheep.
"this……"
Ye Qingxin was completely stunned by Feng Jinghong's hand. She didn't expect that Feng Jinghong could not only master the sword skill, but also control this pool of thunder water.
"Don't be surprised. My Thunder Sword Intention is not as simple as you think. Otherwise, I would not dare to boast that with my foundation-building strength, I would be undefeated by the man in black at the Golden Core stage!"
Since the success of Ben Lei Sword Intent, Feng Jinghong's words and deeds have become less shy and more confident!
"Let's go, it must be very lively inside."
Feng Jinghong scattered the thunder water in the thunder pool, turned around and walked towards the magnificent hall.
"Huntian Palace, the end point of the Jiuji Road to Heaven, I want to see what charm you have that will make all the young monks in Huazhou go crazy for you!"
Standing in front of the hall, Feng Jinghong was not in a hurry to go in. He looked up at the two huge gold characters for a long time before stepping in.
"Qingxin, look at this temple. It's different from all the buildings we've seen. I'm afraid it has some background. Please follow me in a moment and pay attention to the surroundings!"
Feng Jinghong hesitated for a moment, then took out the piece of Jiutian Qingyun Brocade and handed it to Ye Qingxin.
"I got this from a senior. In terms of defense, no one under Nascent Soul can break it. If anything happens, just protect yourself."
"Um!"
Ye Qingxin looked at the square brocade handkerchief in shock for a moment, then took it without saying anything.
"I didn't expect that the Huntian Temple is not only tall, but also so wide."
Feng Jinghong looked at everything in front of him in surprise. He did not expect that the interior of this hall was so wide.
There are thick copper pillars on both sides of the hall supporting the hall. In the middle, two rows of glittering golden seats extend all the way to the innermost part. Feng Jinghong counted them with his spiritual consciousness. There are fifty-four golden chairs on each side, which is enough.
There are as many as one hundred and eight.
The further back, the darker the light in the hall becomes, and it is almost invisible to the naked eye. Feng Jinghong's spiritual consciousness can only see the golden chairs, and the rest of the things are equally blurry. As long as his spiritual consciousness is close, it will be strangely blurred.
Bounce.
"Look, they are all sitting on chairs, as if they are undergoing some kind of test."
Ye Qingxin looked at the three people sitting on each of the three chairs on both sides, and it turned out to be Youyou and others who came in before.
"Well, it seems that it is not easy to obtain treasures from this hall."
As soon as Feng Jinghong finished speaking, a golden light suddenly lit up on the chair where the young man in black was sitting. The young man in black, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. In the faint blood light, Feng Jinghong seemed to see his forehead.