"This is the first sword skill I want to teach you, the sky-shattering sword," the sword spirit's voice sounded, crisp and solemn.
"Breaking the Sky Sword, such a domineering name," Chen Feng murmured, with longing in his eyes.
Suddenly, the world suddenly changed color.
In Chen Feng's sea of consciousness, only the petite figure of Sword Spirit and the small green sword in her hand were left.
"call out,,"
The sword spirit's little hand moved slightly, and he stabbed straight with his sword.
In an instant, Chen Feng felt that time and space were frozen. In his consciousness, there was only the trajectory of the sword.
The green sword flew rapidly, everything in its path collapsed without a trace, the sky was pierced, the sun, moon and stars were shattered, and the universe was pierced...
After the sword light passed, a huge gap appeared between heaven and earth. In the gap, there were nothing but holes.
"What a powerful sword," Chen Feng was shocked and his mind suddenly returned. The huge gap disappeared without a trace, leaving only the sword spirit looking at him with a smile.
"How is it?" Sword Spirit raised his head proudly.
"Strong," Chen Feng said sincerely, "This sword is simply a magical skill."
"Of course. This sword is the crystallization of my former master's kendo, so it is naturally the most powerful." Speaking of her former master, Sword Spirit felt strangely proud. She looked at Chen Feng and said carelessly: "I have imprinted the essentials of swordsmanship into your consciousness. However, with your qualifications, if you want to use it, you will have to practice hard for at least a hundred years."
A hundred years to sharpen a sword is really not a long time for a monk.
"Ah, I've been demonstrating to you for a while, but I'm really exhausted. No, I need to take a nap. You have to practice hard and don't be lazy," Sword Spirit laughed, and then looked at Chen Feng's surprised gaze. Then, it turned into a small green sword, slowly floating in the center of Chen Feng's mind, without any movement.
Without any hesitation, Chen Feng held the brown flying sword and entered into realization.
It has to be said that Breaking the Sky Sword is truly a heaven-defying swordsmanship. To thrust out with a sword, it is important to exert all your strength. After one sword strike, all the strength in the body will be drained away.
It is precisely because of this effect that the strange functions of the black flying sword can be utilized.
The fusion energy that ordinary people cannot use can also be fully utilized under the power of the Sky-breaking Sword, thereby enhancing the power of the sword move.
To put it another way, this black flying sword was born for the Sky-breaking Sword. The black flying sword increased the power of the Sky-breaking Sword several times.
Powerful sword moves are naturally not easy to understand.
One night passed, Chen Feng's understanding of the Sky-breaking Sword was still in the groping stage, and there was still a long way to go before he could use it.
Stopping his practice, Chen Feng ducked out of Tiandan Immortal Mansion.
At this moment, the sky has darkened, the streets outside are full of people, and there are monks leaving everywhere.
The Cangzhou Competition has ended, and many monks have begun to return to their sects one after another. Cangzhou City has become deserted overnight.
Pushing open the door, Chen Feng said a few words to Elder Yanggang and others before disappearing at the end of the street.
…
The Zhang family is one of the four major families in Cangzhou City.
All the clan members who had some status in the Zhang family were summoned back. From the hurried appearance of them, it could be seen that something big had happened to the Zhang family.
At this moment, the Zhang family meeting hall was filled with people.
"Zhang He, what is the purpose of calling everyone here so early?" an elder of the Zhang family asked loudly with a cold face.
Zhang He sat in the middle, on the chair that could only be made by the head of the family. He glanced at the elder and said nothing. He just sat quietly on the chair, tapping the delicate armrests of the chair with his fingers from time to time.
In fact, he has been sitting in this chair for more than a day or two. Ever since Zhang Hu, the head of the family, regressed in cultivation due to a hidden illness, most people in the Zhang family have tacitly approved of Zhang He taking this position.
However, the premise is that Zhang Hu does not come.
As long as Zhang Hu comes, Zhang He must give up his seat.
Now, Zhang Hu is here.
"I've met the head of the family." Seeing Zhang Hu's arrival, everyone saluted and said hello, and the crowded crowd immediately gave way to a small path.
Zhang Hu's face looked a little tired, especially his eyes, which had a few bloodshot streaks.
"The head of the family seems to be getting weaker and weaker." Seeing Zhang Hu like this, many members of the Zhang family had different thoughts.
Zhang Hu ignored them and walked towards his throne in the middle of the meeting hall without saying a word.
Zhang He looked at him coldly and said nothing. He sat as steady as a rock on the chair and had no intention of getting up.
"Zhang He, you are so brave. The master of the family is here, and you still dare to sit on the throne of the master of the family and don't get down from me." Seeing this situation, the elder who had been coldly regarded by Zhang He shouted loudly.
Following his words, a large group of Zhang family disciples around him also joined in the condemnation. Zhang He's behavior was directly treasonous.
However, there were only a few people who condemned it. Most of the Zhang family disciples stood with strange expressions and said nothing.
"Hmph," Zhang He shouted angrily, and the powerful force immediately silenced the scene.
He looked at the impact he had made with satisfaction and said loudly: "Give way, why should I give up my position to this unqualified head of the family?"
"Bold," an elder suddenly stepped out, pointed at Zhang He's nose and cursed: "You want to usurp the throne,"
"Usurping the throne, huh," Zhang He snorted disdainfully: "The position of the head of the Zhang family is mine. Over the years, I have been taking care of everything in the Zhang family. Only in my hands can the Zhang family become stronger. "
As soon as Zhang He finished speaking, several elders also stood out and echoed: "Yes, Zhang He has really worked hard these years. The most important thing is that Zhang He has amazing potential and will soon be able to break through to transcend tribulation." In this period, under his leadership, the Zhang family will not be oppressed by other forces."
Zhang Hu stood quietly in the hall, looking at the ugly faces of these elders without saying a word, as if what they said had nothing to do with him at all.
"You... you are eating the inside and outside," the elder who stepped forward earlier cursed, "the head of the family has taken care of you all these years,"
"Shut up, Zhang Hu is dead. Only I, Zhang He, can support the Zhang family. Third elder, if you obstruct me like this, do you think that my Zhang family will go downhill?" Zhang He said coldly, his eyes like lightning. Staring at the third elder with an indignant look, his tone was extremely cold.
"It's nothing, how could I..." The third elder was furious and was about to refute, but was interrupted by Zhang He: "Now, the elders will decide on the choice of the head of the family."
As soon as he finished speaking, the three elders came out in unison: "I agree to remove Zhang Hu and make Zhang He the head of the family."
"You..." the third elder shouted coldly: "I don't agree,"
"It's useless. More than half of the elders have agreed. Now it's a foregone conclusion," Zhang Hu, who had been silent just now, suddenly stopped the three elders who were about to explode and said harmoniously.
"Master... you..." The third elder looked at Zhang Hu blankly, feeling puzzled.
Zhang Hu smiled enigmatically and said nothing.
"Now, I announce that Zhang Hu will be dismissed as the head of the family and I will succeed him as the head of the family." Zhang He glanced at Zhang Hu coldly and said in a surprisingly serious tone: "Do you have any objections?"
"I have an opinion,"
Before Zhang Hu could speak, an old voice came from outside the door, and the old man in ragged clothes walked into the hall angrily: "Zhang He, you are despicable and shameless. You actually found someone to assassinate me for the sake of being the head of the family."