Xiao Hui Tiandan is not an ordinary elixir.

This thing is a wonderful medicine that is cultivated with the fire of the heart by the innate pharmacist to restore himself, warm the meridians, and break through the realm. It stands to reason that a warrior peak martial artist like Zheng Hu is not qualified to use this medicine.

The reason is simple, it's too wasteful.

The small Hui Tiandan can help a martial artist break through, and it can also instantly restore the Xuan Qi depleted by a great martial artist, which is really a waste for a person in the realm of a warrior.

Obviously, the innate martial artist who passed on the gong to the Zheng family also took good care of Zheng Hu, so he gave him a life-saving pill, if he took it in his realm, even if he was beaten to death, he was afraid that he would be able to recover in an instant, just a little bit, he could live and die and be flesh and bones.

This is a good thing, but Feng Ziyue swallowed it without hesitation!

What he needs most now is time. Only by quickly improving the cultivation regardless of everything, can you face the enemy who is getting stronger and stronger in the future, Xiaohui Tiandan, there will be a chance to get it in the future, although it is a bit wasteful to take it at this time, but it can quickly improve another realm, which is of great help to the actual combat!

The elixir melted in the mouth, turning into a scorching torrent, like a line of fire, from the throat all the way down to the dantian!

Rumble!

Feng Ziyue only felt that his whole body was about to burn, and the true yuan that was originally consumed in the sword technique of performing the Spring Silkworm to the Death Silk Fang was replenished in an instant, and it was still in the process of improving.

The Taixuan Purple Qi in his body was about to move, frantically absorbing the medicinal power to expand himself, rushing left and right in his body, like thousands of knives stabbing him, rushing through the blocked meridians.

Feng Ziyue couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, he knew that this was the damage to the body caused by the rapid growth of the Xuan Qi, but under the medicinal power of the Xiao Hui Tiandan, this little damage was made up for at once, with abundant medicinal power as the backing, he could adjust the Xuan Qi without scruples and impact the meridians, although there was a sharp pain in the heart, but he also gritted his teeth and endured.

When you learned the sword that day, what suffering did you not suffer?

In order to practice the sword, even in the cold days of the ninth count, he had to practice hard ten thousand times, his fingers were stiff and he lost consciousness from the cold; in order to exercise his body, he had to soak his whole body with extremely poisonous medicinal herbs and rot and be reborn; he also had to lead ten thousand sword qi into his body, rushing left and right, which was three points sharper than this sword-shaped mysterious qi.

In order to become stronger, he has endured all these pains.

In this life, he still has enough reasons to become stronger, and he also needs to protect all the people he loves around him, and this belief makes him even more fearless.

Taixuan purple qi clashed wildly in the body, running through the whole body, and the total amount of Xuan Qi had broken through the limit of the martial arts realm, and began to accumulate in the dantian, laying the foundation for the warrior realm.

In the realm of martial artists, Xuan Qi has been able to travel all over the body, strengthen the body, and when fighting, it is naturally much stronger than the people who are based on Xuan Qi;

The Taixuan Purple Qi absorbed the medicinal power and continued to expand, and Feng Ziyue was no longer able to control it, but he kept practicing the method of guidance, piling up the newly generated Xuan Qi into the dantian.

After a short time, the dantian was already full, but the generation of Xuan Qi did not stop. Feng Ziyue gritted his teeth, and the guidance did not stop, sending the Xuan Qi into the dantian, constantly compressing.

At this time, his whole body was swollen, and his white clothes were even more bulging, like a big balloon, and his true qi was turbulent and swollen, causing the demon beasts in the forest to roar loudly together, as if he was protecting the Dharma.

He only felt that there was nowhere to vent his energy, and he knew that Jinggong could no longer fully contain the Xuan Qi in his body, Huo Ran jumped up, drew his sword and swung it, and every sword came out, just like a lightning strike, and like a flying dragon outside the sky, the momentum was magnificent.

Boom! Boom!

The sword light shot out, the mountains and trees on all sides collapsed, the mud and rocks shattered, and the three guards of the Zheng family and the corpse of Zheng Hu were unfortunately involved, and naturally they were cut to pieces, which was not Feng Ziyue's original intention.

Hu Xiaodao cultivated the golden bell jar, and just escaped with his life under the sword of Fengziyue, but he just woke up at this time, and just opened his eyes, he saw the overwhelming sword qi attacking, he panicked and used all his strength, his whole body was faintly golden, and he gritted his teeth and endured it, but he was still drawn all over his body, and he rolled all over the ground.

Fortunately, Feng Ziyue's sword qi was not coming at him, it was just diverging at will, otherwise no matter how hard his golden bell jar was, it would have already been cut into pulp. Rao is like this, Hu Xiaodao is also frightened, rolling all over the ground, shouting and begging for mercy in his mouth.

"Brother Feng! Uncle Feng! spare my life! I won't dare to do it again!"

At this time, Feng Ziyue's mind was immersed, where could he hear him shouting, the sword qi leaked out, he felt that the bulging body was much better, and he didn't stop at the moment, on the one hand, he continued to stuff the Xuan Qi into the dantian, and on the other hand, the peerless sword technique was cast all the way. If anyone sees this, they will be stunned.

This is simply an encyclopedia of swordsmanship!

A sword comes from the west, and the world bows to the sky flying immortal swordsmanship!

The sword breaks through the sky, and the nebula breaks through the sky and the sky is discolored!

Lost for many years, no one in the world can solve the spirit rhino swordsmanship!

The lightest to the lightest, the lonely and cold moon dancing sword trick!

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The supreme swordsmanship along the way is mysterious, and it is vividly displayed under Feng Ziyue's sword, but it is a pity that the only audience Hu Xiaodao has been scattered, and he can only cry and scream with his head, and he can't feast his eyes.

A dance of swords and weapons moves in all directions! The viewer is depressed like a mountain, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time!

This is a peerless swordsmanship, and only peerless people can perform it!

In the empty mountains, the beautiful music of the supreme sword for hundreds of years is played! The roar of the beasts is the only accompaniment.

He is the sword god, the only sword god in the world.

No matter who sees the beauty of these swordsmanship here, he can only sigh like this.

Feng Ziyue's swordsmanship gradually slowed down. His body was full of Xuan Qi, and after the catharsis of these dozens of peerless swordsmanship, it finally gradually eased down, and the Xuan Qi accumulated in the dantian gradually changed.

The thick Xuan Qi became denser and denser, but it was tightly bound by the dantian and compressed into a liquid shape, but the characteristics of the Taixuan Purple Qi like a sword made it unable to stabilize, and it only rotated rapidly in the dantian, forming a whirlpool-like shape!

The whirlpool roared, and in turn took the initiative to absorb the Xuan Qi, without the guidance of Feng Ziyue, this whirlpool was also getting stronger and stronger!

Suddenly, the whirlpool seemed to stand still.

The beauty of this moment is not something that words can describe.

And Feng Ziyue's body suddenly stopped!

The graceful sword light dissipated, revealing a clear moonlit night sky, and at this time, it was already late at night.

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