Just wearing Douluo, being chased and killed by the god-king Tang San

Chapter 175 Kendo
Magic Sword Villa.

Yang Feng grinned, "What kind of tone... My child has practiced swords since she was a child, she has a natural sword bone, her internal organs are crystal clear, her mouth is fragrant, hiccup..."

"Okay, go brush your teeth."

Being stared at by his father, Yang Feng got up helplessly and patted his stomach in satisfaction.

Then, humming a song, he walked out the door.

"Niezi, come back to me, and say so much for your father, are you talking nonsense?"

Yang Qingfeng shook his hands angrily.

A sword glow was revealed from the finger, and it shot out.

"My lord father, I'm going to the sword pool to wash!"

Yang Feng just shook the tiger's body, and the spurting sword light melted behind his back.

After going out, Yang Feng's temperament suddenly changed.

It is said that surviving a catastrophe must have future blessings, who are you lying to, after time travel to such a hapless person, there will be future blessings!

He had a congenital sword bone since he was a child, which sounds awesome, but in fact this sword bone is very cheap.

Every time the spiritual power from cultivation is sucked away by this sword bone.

Moreover, the attacks sent by others will also be sucked away.

Just like just now, his father's sword energy was absorbed,
What's annoying is that he's a weakling.

The kind that makes you gasp when you climb the stairs.

Even the kid next door is stronger than him.

Walking and walking, came to Jianchi.

All around are people.

Most of the people who soaked in it were young ladies.

With a "plop", he jumped down.

"Hey...it's Mr. Yang, I'm looking forward to you, come here quickly, Auntie will give you a bath."

"Handsome Yang, come to my sister, there are grapes to eat here."

"Hehehe, you want to fart, Mr. Yang likes mature and plump people like me the most..."

……

Such Yingying Yanyan treatment.

Yang Feng has grown up so much, he has long been used to it.

Just smiled at them and sank into the sword pool.

There are sword pools in every country in Wanfa Continent.

It is specially for practitioners to gain enlightenment.

Most of the people who come here are from famous families, ordinary people can't come in at all, the tickets are expensive!
As soon as it sank into the ground of the sword pool, there was a young girl sitting cross-legged, with sword energy intertwined all over her body.

Yang Feng took a few more glances, and it was very predictable...

"Yang Feng, look at my eyeballs that are digging holes!"

The girl closed her eyes, her voice was cold, as if she had sensed something.

She is Ye Wushuang from the Ye family.

Every time Yang Feng looked around, she would teach him a lesson.

There is no ta, because Yang Feng's elegant appearance makes her blush every time.

This time, after she warned, the other party was surprisingly quiet.

This surprised Ye Wushuang.

Whoa!
Yang Feng, who was sitting cross-legged, had a vertical eye on his forehead, which slowly opened.

In the next moment, a strong life energy flowed upstream in his chest.

Then merge into the vertical eye.

At this moment, Yang Feng was excited.

This vertical eye is the golden finger that he passed through, and there is a line of words on the cornea that sacrifices the sword bone as a god!

"Eh!?"

Ye Wushuang opened her eyes suddenly, her beautiful eyes froze.

The pupils glowed with bursts of brilliance!

Then she rubbed her eyes and sat up.

The terrifying power contained in Yang Feng's vertical eyes seems to be like a sword pill passing through his veins...

This shocked Ye Wushuang, her beautiful eyes fixed on Yang Feng, "This way of baptizing the body...is so intense."

"No, he is sacrificing the sword bone..."

Suddenly, Ye Wushuang's pupils trembled.

Yang Feng is really daring, to cut the hair and wash the marrow here, the internal organs are regenerated, and the flesh and blood are stripped!
But it's extremely dangerous.

If you are not careful, you will be lost forever.

Since ancient times, no one sacrificed their own sword bones when they were full.

"ill!"

"You have a serious illness and don't stop, do you know what you are doing?"

Goddess Ye was really taken aback by Yang Feng's actions.

However, Yang Feng ignored her at all.

The vertical eyes on the forehead flashed a golden light.

Moreover, the sword bone on the chest was softening, turning into strands of sword energy, which flowed upstream and gathered in the vertical eyes.

"Yang Feng, you lunatic, stop quickly, you will die if you do this."

Ye Wushuang didn't care about anything, her delicate body swam around, pressing towards Yang Feng.

At this time, she couldn't ignore death.

Even if you call for help, no one outside can hear you.

After all, this is water.

Whoa!
But at this time, when she was about to come in front of Yang Feng, she saw a suction force emerging from Yang Feng's forehead.

"What, what's going on, my body is going to be sucked away..."

Ye Wushuang ran the sword art, and couldn't even resist it.

In the blink of an eye, her entire delicate body entered the vertical eyes above Yang Feng's forehead.

next moment.

Ye Wushuang appeared in an empty space.

The empty space is very large and very quiet.

There is no sound.

"This is where?"

"Whoa, I'm going out..."

Such a strange scene frightened Ye Wushuang.

After all, she is just an innocent girl.

Wet hair, clothes as thin as cicada's wings cling to the uneven body, a pair of delicate feet stepping on the void.

Suddenly, a light appeared in her eyes, getting brighter and brighter...

bright!

For the first time, Ye Wushuang felt that if she followed the direction of the light, she could leave this quiet space.

She is leaving.

She has to leave.

She will definitely leave!
That beam of light was her hope to leave this empty space.

Through long journeys, running through the void.

She finally reached the light source.

"A sword..."

Ye Wushuang was dumbfounded!
However, just as she was in a trance, a loud voice resounded.

"Who is the peak at the end of the road?"

This voice was actually asking Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang paused, and quickly covered his chest.

"Who is the peak?"

She couldn't help asking.

"When I saw Wu Yang, Feng Dao became empty!"

That loud voice responded, hitting the heart directly, as if it stopped, and it will never be forgotten in a lifetime.

After a long time, Ye Wushuang interrupted and retorted: "Isn't the one at the end of the great road the peak, and seeing the beginningless Tao become empty?"

"There is no beginning and no end, there is no end, but I, Yang Feng, have a beginning and an end!"

"Huh?" Ye Wushuang frowned, "You are Yang Feng, how is it possible, you let me out quickly, you rascal, what do you want to do to me?"

"I am Yang Feng, Feng, I am the ancestor of peerless swords, and even more so, the ancestor of ten thousand swords!"

"Then...then why are you in Yang Feng's third eye?" Ye Wushuang asked boldly.

"Good question. Good asks, ahahaha, alas ..." The magnificent voice seemed to ask its sadness, laughing and crying for a while ...

"..." Ye Wushuang!

I'm done crying!
The huge sword exploded suddenly, and the sky was filled with light and rain.

Then, under Ye Wushuang's shocked eyes, he condensed into a Yang Feng.

Seemingly remembering something, Ye Wushuang fixed her beautiful eyes on Yang Feng.

"You... you sacrificed the sword bone and used the spirit of the sword bone to create the sword spirit?"

Looking at Ye Wushuang who was having a good time, the corners of Yang Feng's mouth couldn't help overflowing with crystal clear liquid.

Both eyes are also fixed on a certain place, reluctant to leave.

"you……"

Only then did Ye Wushuang realize that due to the water, their clothes were torn open, revealing snowballs with tall bamboo shoots.

She hurriedly pulled up her clothes to cover it up, two blushes appeared on her face.

"Yang Feng, can you let me out?"

"Come in, just serve me."

Yang Feng stepped into the void, this is his spiritual sea.

One thought, and you can do whatever you want.

Ye Wushuang has always been very cold and often does not give him a good face.

Just to use this to rub his high air-conditioning.

Sure enough, following Yang Feng's words, Ye Wushuang's beautiful eyes suddenly turned cold.

"How do you want me to serve you?"

The sound is like ten thousand years of ice.

Yang Feng chuckled and pressed towards Ye Yishui, but didn't respond.

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(End of this chapter)