The scabbard of the dagger shone with a faint light. Just looking at the scabbard made Ye Feng, who was new to inscriptions, notice that something was unusual.
He grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand and slowly pulled out the dagger a few inches.
Suddenly, a frightening throb radiated out, and the air seemed to condense in an instant. Even though he was the master of this sword at this moment, Ye Feng was somewhat unable to withstand the sharp aura exuding from the short inch of the sword.
bass……
He quickly put the dagger back into its sheath.
Such a rare treasure, Ye Feng could not guess its grade, but one thing was clear. This short sword was definitely many times more powerful than the top-grade spiritual weapon Dragon Tooth Sword in the hands of the third prince.
This thing is extraordinary.
Does the sword intention... come from this?
Pulling out the dagger again, Ye Feng nodded slightly after thinking about it. Then he took a deep breath, invoked the evergreen veins, and slowly tried to absorb the terrifying aura inspired by the dagger into it bit by bit.
in vivo.
The palm of his hand holding the dagger seemed to be wrapped with a dazzling light.
The short sword is not a weapon that Ye Feng is comfortable with.
And after all, it is just a foreign object. Not to mention whether taking out this dagger will be spied by other warriors. If it is confiscated by the county in accordance with the rules of trophies, then you will be in a big loss.
Moreover, if it is stored in the sword body, it can only go out but not come in, and it will soon be used up. It is far less practical than refining the sword intention and integrating it into oneself, so that one can condense the true power of artistic conception.
A stream of cold breath entered the body through the evergreen veins.
Ye Feng sat down directly on the ground and tried his best to refine this sharp aura.
With the smelting of this breath, the trace of the Azure Dragon Sword Intent that Ye Feng had absorbed from the Azure Dragon Sword Pendant suddenly came out from nowhere.
Ye Feng felt a small cyan dragon as thick as a finger running around in his meridians, swallowing the absorbed "Sword Intent" power into the dragon's mouth one by one.
Subsequently, the body of this little cyan dragon, which was originally slightly turbid, slowly became more crystal clear.
And Ye Feng's body gradually became filled with sharp auras.
Enough to cut off the breath of nothingness.
Time passes slowly.
An hour later, a powerful force centered on Ye Feng swept across dozens of meters in radius, knocking down the surrounding buildings, including large stone pillars as thick as three people could hold them, and sending stone debris flying in all directions.
After a while, the momentum converged and disappeared without a trace.
Ye Feng opened his eyes, with a faint smile on his face. He finally understood a hint of the power of artistic conception.
Of course it is not the sword intention, but the power of will similar to the martial arts fist intention.
Although it was just a prototype of the power of artistic conception that had just been realized, the lethality that had just been revealed far exceeded the infuriating energy of acquired warriors, and even the seven "Qian Yuan Qi Jin" that Ye Feng had always relied on could not match it.
Ye Feng felt that this power was completely comparable to the energy of heaven and earth inspired by innate masters.
Now, Ye Feng can be said to truly have the ability to kill people.
He has not yet understood the power of artistic conception. Although he can barely resist the attack of the innate martial arts master, he cannot defeat him, let alone kill him.
But after realizing the power of artistic conception, Ye Feng's whole person has undergone earth-shaking changes.
It can be said that Ye Feng is now basically able to run amok in this secret realm.
Even if he meets a top player like Gui Shenzi or Lu Yuanhong, he is not afraid at all.
"I hope the people around Feiyun Sect and Hua Tianli will not provoke me, otherwise, I, Ye Feng, won't mind killing him and bleeding him like a river!"
Standing up suddenly, Ye Feng showed extremely strong confidence in his eyes.
call!
An arrow-like breath came out of his mouth. Ye Feng stood up slowly, his body shook, and he suppressed the domineering will radiating out, making it difficult for outsiders to detect.
Then, he took out the token that had been stored in the storage ring, touched the token made of unknown materials, Ye Feng looked into the secret realm, and his thoughts became daydream...
…
While Ye Feng was painstakingly condensing the power of artistic conception, the number of people outside the palace was slowly increasing, and soon, there were almost dozens of people gathered around.
These dozens of people can be roughly divided into three camps.
The party with the smaller number is naturally the disciples of the Chaoyuan Sect. At this time, there are already seven of them. In addition to the original Bei Qingman, Yan Ruqin and Chen Lei, there are also five young warriors at this moment, one of whom is exposed.
His aura is particularly powerful, his face is somewhat similar to Beiqingman, his body is tall and steady, and the epee hanging on his back is one inch wider and one foot longer than the ordinary long sword. He is the Chaoyuan Zong who is ranked eleventh on the yellow list.
Big Brother Bei Haiming.
There are also more than a dozen who belong to the four major families and the three major sects.
As for the other twenty or so people, they were all warriors from the county below. Their strength was obviously more modest, and they were observing the situation on the field from the outermost periphery.
"Bei Haiming, your Chao Yuanzong is really overbearing. You actually forcibly prevented us from entering. Do you really want to contend with so many of us on your own?"
A young man with a long knife on his shoulder stood in front of the palace, pointing at Bei Haiming who was blocking their way and shouted.
This person's name is Lu Pobai, he is tenth on the yellow list, and he is the strongest master in the Liehuo Sect except Gui Shenzi.
"Brother Lu, I advise you to leave. This palace has not yet been opened. No one can pass through the phantom formation outside now. Moreover, our Chao Yuanzong must win this palace!" Bei Haiming frowned, his chest
He stood straight and his reply voice was very firm.
"Fart, someone clearly saw another warrior coming in, but you're still here delaying us?"
Wow!
A spiritual armor suddenly covered the whole body of Lu PoBai, a young man with a sword. He took a step forward with a ferocious expression, "If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me, Lu PoBai, for not giving me face."
"What? Other warriors have gone in? Then what are we waiting for? Destroy them..."
"Who is going in? Is it other Huang List masters from Chaoyuan Sect?"
"Get out of here...if you don't get out of here, my sword is not a vegetarian."
…
Buzz!
Just when dozens of warriors were excited and wanted to force their way into the sixth auxiliary palace, a violent wave of vitality suddenly rose from the palace behind the square.
This fluctuation of vitality suddenly erupted, like a river toppling the sea, knocking out more than a dozen people who were closest to him.
Among them, Lu Pobai and Bei Haiming, who were the strongest, could still maintain stability, but their eyes couldn't help but look at the place where the fluctuations were triggered.
A ray of rays of light burst out from above the palace, accompanied by a rumbling sound, the heaven and earth rolled, and it seemed that the entire secret realm was shaking violently.
"What's going on?"
"It seems that the spiritual energy over the palace has dissipated a lot, and the restriction...has disappeared!"
"Could it be?"
Bei Haiming's pupils shrank, as if he suddenly remembered something, and his face suddenly changed. Lu Pobai, who was originally on the same level as him, had a trace of greed in his eyes, and they both blurted out at the same time: "The ancient palace token."