But this effect is obviously not satisfactory to Feng Yang. The tree pole is such a fragile thing. Any sword can do it by piercing a tree pole as thick as an arm, and it can also cut it off.【】

After poking tree branches for a few months, the power of the Flower Soul Destroying Finger has increased from piercing tree branches as thick as an arm to being able to pierce tree branches as thick as an arm. The increase in power is still very obvious.

He held the flying knife between his two fingers and threw it at the fairy beast in the valley. This time the strength and speed were indeed much stronger than last time, but the two-knife fairy beast that flew ten swords away was only within the fairy's reach.

There was a needle-like gash in the beast's fur, from which no blood could be squeezed out.

Feng Yang started the crazy behavior of poking the tree pole again. After poking the fairy energy, he practiced the fairy energy. When he got irritated, he went down to provoke the fairy beasts and practiced the Phantom Lingfeng and Duankong Sword Dance.

Xuanji Sword Art is a sword technique that is several levels higher than Duankong Sword Dance. However, Feng Yang’s current strength is not enough to exert the power of Xuanji Sword Art. However, after understanding the meaning of Xuanji Sword Art, Duankong Jianwu can

The power is also very extraordinary.

The power of the swordsmanship was good, but those immortal beasts were even more ferocious. When Feng Yang came, they all rushed towards him, as if they would trample him to death even if they didn't tear him apart.

Feng Yang dashed left and right, practicing with Phantom Ling Feng, and occasionally swung his sword a few times, which was a big test for his reaction.

After being toyed with by the fairy beast until his body and mind were weakened, Feng Yang jumped up to the top of the valley and began to practice, and after that, he stabbed the tree branch wildly.

Such a boring life goes on day after day, month after month, but the person involved still lives it with gusto and is comfortable.

If there were any outsiders in the valley at this time, they would definitely find a guy who was suspected of being mentally ill and was madly poking the big trees to the point of being horribly devastated.

Later, the fragile tree pole could no longer meet the requirements of Feng Yang, a man who was dissatisfied with his desires, so he aimed at a thicker tree pole. Later, the thicker tree pole could also be poked and exploded, and then all the trees on the valley peak

All the tree trunks were brutally damaged.

After the dense forest turned into a bald peak, Feng Yang turned his arm and poked his fingers towards the rocks on the valley peak.

The surging force of the Nianhua Soul-Destroying Finger impacted on the stone. At the same time, Feng Yang's anger sank into the Dantian, and a roar filled with energy and energy swallowed up the mountains and rivers came out from the Dantian, "Ah..."

This long roar can be described as soul-stirring, and it goes back and forth a thousand times, and the sound echoes in the valley for a long time...

He slowly retracted the finger that spurted blood from just now, his face was grim with pain, his body was shaking, he covered his bleeding finger and screamed, "What the hell is this place, the stone is so hard?"

The first time, the finger of Nian Hua Destroying Soul would bleed. Then Feng Yangtian thought shamelessly, it should bleed the first time, well, that’s no wonder.

With this idea to make himself feel at ease, Feng Yang began to poke at the stone again, but in order to prevent his fingers from being damaged twice, he began to control the force and energy more accurately.

Every night, I find a secret place on the peak of the valley to enter the Soul-eating Starry Sky to fight Yuanshun. This valley peak is ten feet tall. Most people can't jump up. You don't have to worry too much about anyone coming in the middle of the night.

Come and give yourself a knife.

With methodical practice, all martial arts skills are steadily improving.

Feng Yang was a stubborn man who couldn't pull him back even if a dozen beauties took off their clothes in front of him. So many years of hard life had already tempered his character to be unyielding and persevering, and his will was as unyielding as steel.

He was never a person who would admit defeat. He knew the difficulties and faced them head on.

Many people do not look back until they hit the south wall, and Feng Yang's character determines that he will not look back until he hits the south wall. Either he knocks the south wall down, or he jumps over the south wall and continues to move forward.

If the Soaring Dragon Society and the Xuan Family had seen such a crazy cultivation scene as Feng Yang at this moment, I'm afraid they wouldn't have chanted the slogan that Feng Yang would fight to the death in the Holy City.

Although Feng Ting was familiar with Feng Yang, she was only familiar with Feng Yang before he was fifteen years old. She would never have thought that Feng Yang's current personality would be so stubborn and scary.

From time to time, a gentle breeze blows by in the silent valley, and the clouds in the sky and the fairy beasts on the ground are slowly changing and moving.

In the valley, a figure flickers in and out like a ghost. Every time the figure appears, a large rock explodes, and rubble splashes all over the sky, falling into the valley under the blue sky and white clouds.

At this time, the man stopped. His clothes were in tatters, and it seemed that they could not be called clothes at all. They were just wearing some strips of cloth to cover his body, and even his chest was not covered, leaving two spots of darkness exposed.

The hem of the long gown on his lower body has also become tattered strips of cloth. His hair is as messy as if he were staring at a henhouse, full of stone dust. It is estimated that if he puts his hand in his hair, it will get stuck. His beard is ragged. This is because he often has flying dragons.

Xue Jian shaved his beard, otherwise he would have grown a goatee now.

Such a man with the image of a beggar is naturally Feng Yang, who lives an isolated life in the valley.

At this time, he was standing at the edge of the valley peak looking around at the fairy beasts in the valley just as he had when he first came to the valley, and he was as heroic as before. The only thing that had changed was his external image and his strength.

Of course, the change in his external image far exceeds the change in strength. At this time, his parents may not even recognize him.

Holding a flying knife between his fingers, his eyes were locked on a fairy beast. The sharp and deep gaze was like a poisonous snake or an eagle pouncing on food. That kind of gaze alone could intimidate people's minds.

When the flying knife came out, although it didn't reach the point where the sky and the earth changed colors and the ghosts and gods were frightened, it still seemed like a bolt of lightning shot out by Feng Yang's hand. One end was connected to Feng Yang's hand, and the other was shot towards the fairy beast in the valley. Its shape was very bright.

Weird.

Before the silver light disappeared, a blood arrow shot out from the head of an immortal beast in the valley. The immortal beast's body suddenly shook and let out a roar that shook the mountains. Feng Yang raised his arm quickly, so fast that Kongdu was left behind.

An afterimage of an arm.

A perfect knife was struck on the Immortal Beast's head, causing blood to splatter. Of course, he would not tell anyone that he was aiming the knife at the Immortal Beast's back. He planned to let it float away in the wind for such a shameful thing.

The silver light left by the first knife had just dissipated, and the second knife had already drawn a silver light again. Just like the first knife, one end of the silver light was connected to Feng Yang's hand, and the other end was shot towards the injured monster, as if

It was like laser lightning shot out by Feng Yang's two fingers.

Although the flying knife was an ordinary thing with limited power, when Feng Yang took his hand, it exerted great power and pierced directly into the body of the fairy beast.

From the roar of the fairy beast, it can be estimated that the flying knife has great damage to the fairy beast.

If you stand on the peak of the valley and shoot flying knives, the fairy beasts in the valley will not be able to jump up. They can only jump like thunder in the valley. One after another, the fairy beasts will die from the flying knives. But now there is still a serious problem.

The flying knife is gone.

Over the years, I have worked hard to practice the flower-pulling soul-destroying finger, and the power has doubled. The power of the flying knife has also increased. However, the problem we are facing now is that once there is no flying knife in the battle, the move that I have worked hard for so many years will be in vain.

?

"Can immortal energy be condensed into flying knives?" Feng Yang suddenly came up with a whimsical idea. This is a bold and innovative idea. Using immortal energy to condense flying knives, once successful, will reduce the cost of flying knives in battle.

All the trouble.

Just do it when you think of it, Feng Yang began to control the flow of immortal energy in the body, and then poured the immortal energy between his two fingers. Over the years, Feng Yang has also practiced immortal energy hard. Although he does not know what level of immortal energy he has reached now, Feng Yang

You can feel that it is at least two or three times stronger than before.

The immortal energy entered between his two fingers easily, and Feng Yang began to control a small stream of immortal energy to change its shape.

Under Feng Yang's control, a stream of fairy energy emerged between his fingers. The fairy energy kept changing into weird shapes. This was obviously a sign of poor control. Sometimes it was round, sometimes oval, sometimes long, and sometimes it became a long strip.

But it just hasn't been able to transform into the shape of a flying knife.
Chapter completed!