The water cannot drown the swordsman, but the freezing cold temperature can freeze the swordsman to death.
With Wu Tianduo's hard work, all seven swordsmen who fell into the water were pulled ashore.
The moment they landed, many swordsmen were trembling and their lips were purple. Especially the last swordsman who was pulled ashore by Wu Tianduo collapsed on the ground after landing and could no longer stand up.
"Don't be stunned, quickly circulate your vitality and get rid of the cold poison in your body." Wu Tianduo said loudly.
After saying this, he suddenly released a burst of vitality and injected it into the body of the Transformation Sect disciple who collapsed on the ground.
The Apparition Sect disciple who collapsed on the ground with a blue face suddenly rolled violently and began to cry when he received the vitality released by Wu Tianduo.
In just a short moment, pools of blood leaked from his pores, and his body rolling on the ground gradually became quiet.
Seeing the Transformation Sect disciple bleeding from his seven orifices, Wu Tianduo stood there blankly.
He did not expect that the water under the glacier was so cold that it froze this disciple's meridians.
If he had tested this Transformation Sect disciple's meridians before helping, he would never have had his meridians explode and die.
The death of that Transformation Sect disciple deeply stimulated Wu Tianduo and other Transformation Sect disciples.
Those disciples who were preparing to mobilize their vitality to drive away the cold poison turned pale and did not have the courage to mobilize their vitality.
In the silent forest, a weak mountain wind blew. This wind affected the disciples of the Transformation Sect, causing everyone to shiver at the same time. Almost at the same time, these disciples of the Transformation Sect scattered and fled into the distance.
He even ignored Wu Tianduo's orders.
Looking at his fellow disciples on the ground, and at the fellow disciples fleeing in all directions, Wu Tianduo felt a bitterness in his mouth.
He knew that the disciples of the Transformation Sect who fell into the glacier were all doomed. They had been frightened by the successive encounters. Even if they were lucky enough to survive in the jungle, they would not be able to make any progress in their cultivation in the future.
"Did I make a mistake in helping Brother Henshui murder the disciples of the Lishui Sword Sect?" Wu Tianduo asked silently in his heart.
After asking this question, he fell to the ground dejectedly, and the last trace of fighting spirit in his heart was gone.
Behind Wu Tianduo, a ghost-like figure quietly emerged.
Glancing at the dead Apparition Sect disciples on the ground, a cold smile appeared on the visitor's face.
"Did another one die?" the visitor whispered.
Hearing the voices behind him, the absent-minded Wu Tianduo was suddenly startled.
He suddenly turned around, saw the appearance of the person clearly, and couldn't help but take a breath of air.
"Ye Feng, you...you..." Wu Tianduo said two words "you" in succession, but could not say anything else.
He stood up suddenly and shouted loudly: "Where is Senior Brother Henshui? What will happen to Senior Brother Henshui?"
Facing Wu Tianduo's shouting question, Ye Feng just nodded.
"Dead, you mean Senior Brother Hate Shui was killed by you?" Wu Tianduo muttered absentmindedly.
Suddenly, he raised the long sword in his hand and stabbed Ye Feng hard in the chest.
At this moment, Wu Tianduo, who lost his mind, forgot about his mastery of phantom swordsmanship and only used the most primitive basic swordsmanship.
Seeing the weak sword blade stabbing at him, Ye Feng shook his head helplessly. The Thunder Soul Chasing Sword in his hand swayed slightly, avoiding the opponent's sword blade and piercing Wu Tianduo's shoulder.
With a "thud", Wu Tianduo fell to the ground. He ignored the wound on his shoulder and just stared at Ye Feng viciously, as if he wanted to eat him alive.
Suddenly, Wu Tianduo raised the long sword in his hand. This time, instead of stabbing Ye Feng, he swung the sword towards his own throat.
With a pop, a puff of blood spurted out from Wu Tianduo's throat.
It wasn't until his body fell to the ground that Wu Tianduo slowly closed his eyes, revealing a scornful smile at the corner of his mouth.
Those who kill will eventually be killed. In Wu Tianduo's view, one day, Ye Feng will have the same fate as him.
Wu Tianduo's suicide stunned Ye Feng for a moment.
After discovering his death, Wu Tianduo's face showed a look of relief, and Ye Feng's mood was actually a bit heavy.
He is not a born executioner, nor is he a ruthless thug.
Everything he did was just to protect his brothers and fulfill He Huan's wish.
In the trial field a few years ago, He Huan's mood should be similar to Wu Tianduo's mood just now.
Ye Feng knew very well that the real reason that made Wu Tianduo commit suicide was the way he nodded when the other party asked about Nie Henshui's whereabouts.
"Is Nie Henshui dead?" Ye Feng shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.
With his strength, being able to get rid of Nie Henshui was already an incredible achievement, but how could he kill him so quickly?
Seeing that Wu Tianduo was dying, Ye Feng stopped staying, quickly grabbed the weapons of Wu Tianduo and several other Transformation Sect disciples, and quickly fled away.
He knew very well that it wouldn't be long before Nie Henshui would return to this place. And when he saw the dead Wu Tianduo, he would definitely go berserk, and his attack power would be greatly enhanced by the stimulation of hatred.
"With my current strength, I still can't beat Nie Henshui." Ye Feng frowned as he thought about how blood was still surging in his chest after two heavy blows against Nie Henshui just now.
On the way forward, Ye Feng met two Transformation Sect disciples again.
After a series of frights, these two Apparition Sect disciples were on the verge of mental collapse.
Effortlessly, Ye Feng beheaded the two men with his sword. After killing the two men, Ye Feng did not stop anymore and ran straight towards the place where Long Wen and others were hiding.
Ye Feng's purpose for this trip is to practice.
He knew very well that if he wanted to kill Nie Henshui, his only chance was to use the limited time to absorb these low-level long swords in his hands, break through the sixth-level swordsman bottleneck, and become a seventh-level swordsman.
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Less than a hundred meters away from where Longman and others were hiding, Ye Feng stopped.
After listening for a long time and confirming that Langwen and others were hiding in the cave, Ye Feng stopped on a big tree not far from the cave.
In order to avoid the last incident that attracted weapons from Langwen and others, Ye Feng did not want to return to the cave to practice.
He chose this place, on the one hand, to avoid being noticed, and on the other hand, to keep a close eye on the people of Langwen to prevent Nie Henshui, who was about to go crazy, from playing tricks on them.
After sitting down in the center of the canopy, Ye Feng quickly drew out the five low-level swords he had obtained during this trip.
According to their attributes, he placed the three low-level long swords of gold, wood, and fire in front of him in order, and then activated the suction in his dantian.
As the vortex in his dantian rotated rapidly, the pores all over Ye Feng's body opened, releasing red cyclones that were visible to the naked eye.
These cyclones surround the surface of the three low-level swords, constantly rotating, extracting the energy within the swords.
About an hour later, Ye Feng withdrew the cyclone.
He had no choice but to find that after exiting the ethereal realm, he could no longer absorb the energy in the sword in an instant like when he entered the ethereal realm.
In the past hour, Ye Feng had only absorbed less than one-tenth of the energy in the three swords.
Realizing that it would take at least ten hours to absorb the energy from the three swords, Ye Feng helplessly stopped his movements.
Ye Feng took out a bottle of essence pill and poured it all into his mouth.
The moment he entered the entrance of more than a dozen essence pills, the energy in his Dantian suddenly surged, and even the cyclone became stronger by several points.
The growth of the cyclone accelerates the rate of absorbing the energy within the sword.
When night fell quietly and the whole world fell into darkness, Ye Feng finally absorbed most of the energy in the three swords.
Withdrawing the released cyclone, Ye Feng concentrated on refining the energy in his body.
As he compressed the energy into the cyclone, the five long swords rotating around the Dantian qi vortex burst out with dazzling brilliance.
The five-color brilliance is like a silk cocoon, wrapping the cyclone tightly.
After the entire cyclone was completely swallowed up by the five-color brilliance, the cyclone began to spray energy to the outside world and poured energy into the five long swords.
With a "boom" sound, the five-color light surrounding the cyclone exploded at the same time.
At the moment when the light could not restrain the vitality, a surge of energy, like the energy of a flood, poured into Ye Feng's limbs and bones.
Ye Feng's joints and body exploded like exploding beans. The moment the sound stopped, Ye Feng's aura suddenly changed. He changed from the sharp edge he had when he was a sixth-level swordsman, showing a hint of restraint.
The seventh-level swordsman is not far from the realm of swordsman. This restrained edge is the unique performance of the seventh-level swordsman.
When he realized that he had broken through the barrier and became a seventh-level swordsman, a hint of joy flashed across Ye Feng's face.
However, he did not stop practicing there. Instead, he released the cyclone again, wrapping the three long swords.
A whole night passed, and Ye Feng finally completed absorbing the three long swords.
At the moment when the three row-level swords collapsed into iron filings, Ye Feng completely used the energy in the three swords for his own use, stabilizing his own strength above the level of a seventh-level swordsman.
Sweeping away the iron filings, frost and snow from his body, Ye Feng stood up slowly.
His gaze was cast into the distance, and he exuded a fierce murderous aura.
"Nie Henshui, today is the last moment of a life-and-death battle between you and me. Either you die or I die!" Ye Feng murmured in a low voice.
After saying this, he jumped down from the treetop, glanced at the place where Longman and others lived in the distance, and jumped into the distant jungle.