Chen Siran did not fall into the hands of Miao Xiang Zhai's people, this was originally a fortunate thing, after all, Miao Xiang Zhai's style of doing things Jiang Feng is relatively well understood, his disciples are debauched by nature, and their private lives can be described as erosive, if Chen Siran falls into their hands, I don't know what will happen, and the consequences are destined to be unbearable.

"Could it be that Chen Siran fell into the hands of other forces, or was it really taken away by the people of the Forgetful Dao Sect?" Jiang Feng thought secretly.

I don't know why, there was a little direction in the past, but now it made Jiang Feng a little confused, he suddenly felt that he had come all the way, as if he had missed something, but he couldn't figure out what he had missed.

Jiang Feng didn't stay long and left quickly.

With a "bang", Sister Xiaofeng's feet suddenly softened, she staggered back a step, her body shook, and she almost fell to the ground.

Sister Xiaofeng shook her head and said with a wry smile: "Don't you feel it? The evil aura on his body is too heavy, I thought he would kill me before." ”

When Sister Xiaofeng said that Chen Siran was not here, Jiang Feng stared at her, that glance almost suffocated Sister Xiaofeng, and at this time Jiang Feng left, making her feel that she had escaped death once.

"No, I don't. Sister Xiaoxian was even more puzzled.

Sister Xiaofeng just stopped talking, secretly glad that she didn't play any small tricks, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

After Jiang Feng left, he returned to the rental house, and he noticed that the evil qi on his body was getting heavier and heavier, almost to the point where he could not restrain himself.

On the one hand, it was because his heart was disturbed, and on the other hand, it was because he had been comprehending the third sword of the Da Luo Nine Swords for a while, and the sword qi was backlashing. If he didn't suppress this anger in time, it was very likely that it would cause him an irreparable wound, and even his cultivation might not be able to advance half an inch for life.

There are a total of nine swords in the Daluo Nine Swords, the first three swords have no name, and this third sword is one of the extremely important watersheds, or it can be said to be the culmination of the first two swords.

The third sword inherits the past and the future, this is a level, some people are stuck here for a lifetime, and they can't advance an inch for life, while some people comprehend this sword in a very short time and soar into the sky.

Jiang Feng knew that even if he comprehended this sword, he would not be able to soar into the sky, because the Da Luo Nine Sword he obtained only had three sword remnants, but despite this, Jiang Feng would not let himself be stuck in this crucial step.

"Then, comprehend this third sword thoroughly. Jiang Feng sat cross-legged in the backyard and muttered to himself.

He is not in a hurry about Chen Siran's affairs, but his current physical condition is even more severe, in addition to looking for Chen Siran, it is more important to deal with the matter of the ancient martial arts relics, and even the old lady Guo who has not yet appeared.

Old Lady Guo is definitely a rare and strong enemy in this life, that is, the three old ladies who are like legends in the twelve cultivation families, they are all jealous of it, and they have the heart of death, such an enemy, Jiang Feng does not dare to underestimate it.

Jiang Feng's current cultivation, in the eyes of outsiders, the progress is not slow, and it is not enough to describe it as a genius, but genius also depends on who he compares with, compared with the younger generation, he is indeed a super genius, he can be called a standout, and no one can match the limelight, but when he encounters the kind of old lady Guo who has been cultivating for many years, the brilliance of the word genius is undoubtedly to be ignored.

Jiang Feng thought that he didn't have any capital to fight against Old Lady Guo and other characters now, and the only thing he could rely on at this stage was the third sword of this Da Luo Nine Swords, so he would never allow himself to fail.

On the other hand, whether Chen Siran falls into the hands of the Forgetful Dao Sect or other forces, the stronger his strength, the greater the chance of finding Chen Siran.

Because of this, after the extreme anxiety, Jiang Feng let go of a lot and was also relieved.

Jiang Feng sat cross-legged, put the bloodthirsty sword across his knees, his eyes drooped slightly, and silently read the sword spectrum of this third sword, the sword spectrum was not complicated, but extremely simple, but in the simplicity, there were countless changes in the derivation.

Jiang Feng meditated and continued to meditate, so he didn't know how long it had passed, Jiang Feng suddenly stabbed out with a sword.

The usual sword looks like a child holding a sword in his hand and casually stabbing out, but if you look closely, you will find that the tip of the sword is vibrating at a slight frequency, and that kind of shock can be ignored if you don't pay careful attention, but on the back of Jiang Feng's hand, there are layers of green tendons emerging.

Da Luo Nine Swords is known as the sage swordsmanship, itself is extremely domineering, this third sword is a sword that is the culmination of the first and second swords, the domineering Cheng dù can be imagined, even if Jiang Feng's sword is just from the heart, the sword comes out at will, but it still causes a certain amount of Cheng dù on the backlash.

After the sword stabbed out, Jiang Feng's whole person fell into a short silence, just like an old monk in a stale, motionless, and even the posture of the sword stabbing out had not changed in the slightest.

A few hours later, Jiang Feng stabbed out the second sword, he had broken through to the eighth layer of refining body in retreat some time ago, and the third sword was also an entry, but his comprehension was not deep.

This time it is a deeper understanding, Jiang Feng wants to completely cultivate this sword in one fell swoop, cultivate one way, one step at a time, and never save zài step to the sky, but Jiang Feng wants to go against the trend this time and completely control this sword in the shortest possible time, which undoubtedly requires an astonishing amount of energy, not to mention, what needs to be paid more attention is the backlash of sword qi, so, Jiang Feng has to be cautious, not daring to have a trace of contempt.

Time was slowly passing, and the interval between the swords that Jiang Feng stabbed out was getting shorter and shorter unconsciously, from a few hours at the beginning, to less than twenty minutes in the end.

However, this is still not enough for Jiang Feng, not fast enough, not domineering enough, not precise enough, not smooth enough, anyway, it is not enough, but Jiang Feng is not in a hurry, his whole person has fallen into an unprecedented ethereal state, if the previous retreat only touched the skin of this sword, then now, Jiang Feng found that he had touched the barrier of this sword.

With a "swish", Jiang Feng's arm shook slightly, and a sword stabbed out.

The air was easily pierced along the tip of the bloodthirsty sword, creating a layer of tiny ripples, which were only the size of a fist at first, and then rapidly expanded outward, becoming the size of a bowl, the size of a bucket, until finally forming a vacuum of five or six square meters.

The time of this scene seems to be very long, but in fact it is just a matter of a moment, after the wave marks are expanded to the extreme, they suddenly explode, and the infinite sword qi wanders and shoots out in the air, Jiang Feng is a few square meters around, the ground is as if it has been swept away by a hurricane, and the tender grass that has just sprouted has all turned into powder, and even the ground has been swept away alive.

"It's really overbearing. Jiang Feng muttered softly to himself, then his chest moved, and he opened his mouth to vomit out a mouthful of blood.

This sword is really too domineering, and it is not at all something that Jiang Feng's current cultivation can bear, but after spitting out a mouthful of blood, Jiang Feng found that his resentment, anger, and even evil qi that he couldn't think about because of Chen Si had dissipated a lot.

"Come again. Jiang Feng wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth casually, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he knew that he had gradually broken through the barrier and comprehended the essence of this sword.

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

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Jiang Feng swung his sword continuously, one sword was faster than the other, one sword was more dazzling than the other, and the sword qi was intertwined vertically and horizontally, containing a brutal aura that destroyed the world and destroyed the earth.

This is a fast sword, the pursuit of the ultimate speed of the sword in the world.

The so-called martial arts in the world, only fast and unbroken, sword cultivation is a way, even more so, the sword is silent, killing people without traces, this is the supreme realm that all sword cultivation pursues.

I don't know how many swords came out, slowly, Jiang Feng's sword action slowed down, becoming slower than a sword, and when he got to the back, Jiang Feng's hand seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't even swing the sword, as if all his energy was exhausted.

But naturally this is not the case, nor is it deliberate by Jiang Feng, but for the continuous traction and evolution with the change of sword moves, which is a change from extremely fast to extremely slow.

Slowness is not that the sword is slow, but a kind of sensory slowness, or a kind of visual error, which seems to be fast and slow, seems to be slow and extremely fast, alternating between fast and slow, and deduces each other.

This is not an easy process, this deduction, Jiang Feng spent a full day and a night, it's just that in his world, there is no day and night at this moment, he only has a sword in his eyes, dedicated to swords, dedicated to love, or even Jiang Feng himself doesn't know that he has such a terrifying natural ability in the way of the sword.

It was dawn and it was dark again.

The dark clouds pressed on the top of Jiang Feng's head at some point, a downpour was coming, and the hot and humid air made people feel indescribably depressed.

A brilliant sword light soared into the sky at this time, the sword qi was like a rainbow, running through the sky, and the black clouds were split horizontally by that sword light, and a bright light poured down from the top of the clouds.

Then, the wind swept wildly, and the lightning flashed as scheduled, and soon the sword light was drowned in it, and in the rumbling and earth-shattering sound, raindrops the size of soybeans fell with a bang.

Jiang Feng stood up, letting the rainstorm add to his body, he looked up at the sky, thoughtfully: "Resentment, anger and infinite murderous aura are intertwined, it seems to want to destroy me, but it is the fulfillment of this sword, is this considered the will of heaven?"

Then, he lowered his head, looked at the bloodthirsty sword in his hand, and furrowed his brows, like two long swords flying diagonally into his sideburns: "This third sword has no name, but its killing aura makes me all tremble, so let's call it killing." ”P