Chapter 916: Ten Thousand Swords Pilgrimage
Feng Qiuyan replied, "First, we need to address the issues of physical strength and vitality. This can be addressed through skills that restore vitality. However, even with skills that can restore vitality, it's impossible to completely restore vitality, and physical exhaustion is also a problem. Fortunately, after reading many classics, I finally came up with a solution, which is to fight to support the enemy."
"How to support the war by fighting?" Zhou Wen knew what the word meant, but fighting to support the war during war was because there was time for rest and recuperation.
When a person is surrounded, there is no time to rest. How can he fight to survive?
"First, reduce your own consumption, and then seize the enemy's vitality..." Feng Qiuyan said, waving the Soul Sword in his hand. There seemed to be some strange magic power on the Soul Sword, which sucked the nearby vitality into the sword.
"You...can do it..." Zhou Wen didn't know what to say. This ability to devour other people's vitality is very rare.
Zhou Wen had only seen Xia Jiuhuang use it before, and Feng Qiuyan was the second one to do so. He didn't know how he learned it.
Feng Qiuyan added, "The second step is to resolve the issue of being attacked by a group. It took me a long time to come up with a new sword technique. Please give me some guidance, Coach."
"Come on then." Zhou Wen was looking forward to Feng Qiuyan's swordsmanship.
Feng Qiuyan held the Soul-Destined Sword with an extremely serious expression. He said, "Be careful!", raised the sword, and slashed at Zhou Wen fiercely. The sword energy burst out from the blade, like an invisible blade that could cut through the sky, and slashed down at Zhou Wen's head.
Although this sword technique was powerful enough and much stronger than Feng Qiuyan's previous sword technique, there was no qualitative change. Zhou Wen used the Flying Fairy Technique to dodge Feng Qiuyan's sword strike.
Feng Qiuyan didn't care about that and slashed continuously with his sword. The sword energy poured down like a rolling river, and each blow was more fierce and faster than the last.
Zhou Wen had to admit that Feng Qiuyan's swordsmanship was indeed top-notch. If it weren't for the epic level limiting him, this swordsmanship would even have the potential to be promoted to god-level.
Feng Qiuyan has completely shed his former immaturity, hesitation and lack of confidence. The knife seems to have become one with him. He can be passionate and unrestrained, as well as calm and composed.
It can split a mountain with one knife, and it can also carve patterns on tofu.
Fast and slow, light and heavy are all controlled just right. When it is time to fight hard, one can burst out infinitely, and when it is time to converge, one can completely restrain the edge.
Zhou Wen felt that if Feng Qiuyan continued to practice this swordsmanship, he should be able to reach the god level like his Tianwai Feixian.
However, Zhou Wen looked around but couldn't see how Feng Qiuyan's swordsmanship could deal with a group fight. His swordsmanship was only suitable for single combat.
"No!" Zhou Wen felt something, and while using the Flying Fairy to dodge Feng Qiuyan's attack, he switched to the Prison King's Soul, making his eight senses extremely sharp.
"So that's how it is. What a powerful guy." Zhou Wen has discovered the secret of Feng Qiuyan's swordsmanship.
Feng Qiuyan's sword energy was unstoppable, each strike more powerful than the last. After countless strikes, Feng Qiuyan suddenly sheathed her sword and stepped back, staring at Zhou Wen with a sharp gaze as she said, "Coach, be careful."
As he spoke, Feng Qiuyan grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, his body filled with sword energy, his long hair and clothes fluttered with the sword energy, and all around him.
The previously broken sword energy quickly condensed, and around Feng Qiuyan, complete sword energy condensed into a huge sword formation. All the sword energy was pointed at Zhou Wen, and it was so dense that no one knew how many there were.
"What is this move called?" Zhou Wen asked Feng Qiuyan.
"I watched an ancient video and got inspiration from it, and added my own research and modification. In the video, the move is called Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin, and I called this move Ten Thousand Swords Pilgrimage." Feng Qiuyan's hand holding the knife began to tremble.
The Soul Sword in his hand was connected to all the sword energy, which was equivalent to a single sword carrying the power of ten thousand swords.
Although this is a bit of an exaggeration, it still costs over a thousand dollars.
"Try your best and let me see how powerful your Ten Thousand Swords Pilgrimage is." Zhou Wen said seriously.
"Coach, please be careful." Feng Qiuyan could no longer hold on and slashed at Zhou Wen with a knife.
With the power of his sword, dense sword energy rushed down violently like a river of swords falling from the sky.
Dense sword energy poured down, and Zhou Wen swayed left and right in the sword river, like a ghost, leaving a series of phantoms in the air. The sword energy cut through the phantoms, but could never touch Zhou Wen's body.
The violent sword energy never touched his body. It all flew past and chopped the rocks behind Zhou Wen.
Boom! Boom!
Rocks that were tens of meters high were chopped into pieces by the dense sword energy and collapsed into countless pieces of rubble. However, until the last sword energy passed by, Zhou Wen was still standing in front of the collapsed rocks without any harm.
Feng Qiuyan was not discouraged because Zhou Wen dodged his Ten Thousand Swords Pilgrimage. On the contrary, he stared at Zhou Wen with burning eyes. His mind was completely occupied by Zhou Wen's body movement in dodging the Ten Thousand Swords Pilgrimage just now.
Holding the knife, Feng Qiuyan stood there, staring at Zhou Wen. His momentum, which should have subsided after using the move of Ten Thousand Swords Pilgrimage, not only did not decline, but it became even more intense.
Zhou Wen's expression also became solemn, and his hand pressed on the handle of the bamboo sword.
When Feng Qiuyan's momentum reached its peak, he suddenly relaxed. The fierce and domineering aura on his body seemed to disappear in an instant, and he seemed to have turned into an ordinary person, with a strange smile on his face.
At this moment, Feng Qiuyan was like a devout believer who wanted to use the knife in his hand to pay tribute to the sacredness in his heart. Apart from his piety, one could not sense any murderous intent or hostility from him.
It was as if what he held in his hand was not a weapon, but a sacred object dedicated to the gods.
Finally, the knife in Feng Qiuyan's hand moved again. There was no overbearing knife light, nor fierce knife aura. Zhou Wen had never seen a person who could use the knife skills so cleanly, holyly, and so artistically.
It was as if he was not killing, but completing a redemption.
Almost at the moment when Feng Qiuyan drew his sword, Zhou Wen's hand holding the bamboo sword also moved. He flew past Feng Qiuyan like a fairy from the sky without any worldly air, like a graceful immortal.
The sound of a sword, like a dragon's roar, continued for a long time. If you listen carefully, you will find that the sound of the sword comes from two different swords. The bamboo sword and the soul sword in Feng Qiuyan's hand are both trembling and humming.
Snap!
A knife mark appeared on the dragon scale armor on Zhou Wen's chest. Almost at the same time, a knife mark also appeared on Feng Qiuyan's chest. There was a thin blood mark on the exposed muscle, and a trickle of blood oozed out.
(End of this chapter)
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