Yin Qi wanted to dance with the black iron sword, but Liu Feng snatched the sword away.
Liu Feng then said, "This sword is difficult for most people to wield. Do you want to try it?"
Yin Qi took the black iron sword, and after observing it for a while, he handed it back to Liu Feng. There was only one reason for this, which was that in his opinion, this was just an ordinary black iron sword.
Yin Qi said calmly: "Please wield this sword and let me see it!"
Liu Feng nodded and said with a smile: "Please move away!"
A cold light flashed from the black iron sword, and a strong wind suddenly surged around. Liu Feng never used his martial spirit, but used his inner path. He first danced with the slow left-hand sword technique. Although the left-hand sword technique was smooth, there was nothing special about it. Liu Feng suddenly pointed his sword to the sky and stopped there quietly.
Yin Qi was puzzled and asked, "What did you mean just now?"
Liu Feng smiled and said, "That's just the volume. Now is the real start!"
After Liu Feng finished speaking, he pointed to the sky and swung his sword down. A powerful momentum spread out in an instant, and the dust on the ground was rolled up, creating a huge pit. This sword alone was enough to make Yin Qi stunned.
Liu Feng put away the black iron sword and said with a smile: "If I continue to dance, I'm afraid this whole house will be destroyed by me."
Yin Qi asked in confusion: "Why does your sword look so much like the Sky-Pointing Sword from the legendary Nine Swords of the Reverse Spirit?"
Liu Feng's eyes widened. He didn't expect Yin Qi to know the Nine Swords of the Reverse Spirit? Couldn't he see that Liu Feng was dancing with his left-hand sword technique from the beginning? Perhaps it was because Liu Feng's left-hand sword technique was too slow, Yin Qi didn't notice it.
Liu Feng shook his head and said, "I have already mastered the low-level sword skills of the Nine Swords of the Reverse Spirit. This sword may look ordinary, but in fact it has been refined in an extraordinary way. If it can be equipped with a sword spirit, it will definitely be more powerful than my emperor-level artifact!"
"Really? Stop talking nonsense. This sword is clearly an ordinary black iron sword, and what you were dancing with just now was clearly the Nine Swords of the Reverse Spirit." Yin Qi's expression seemed a little serious, and a hint of murderous intent suddenly appeared in his tangled eyes.
Liu Feng shook his head and sighed again: "You still don't believe me? You are the descendant of the Emperor of Weapons. Just because you can't refine a top-grade artifact that looks ordinary but is actually extraordinary doesn't mean that others can't..."
"You?" Yin Qi stared at Liu Feng fiercely, as if Liu Feng's words had touched his heart. After all, what he cared about most was that others questioned his status as the heir of the Emperor of Weapons. . .
"In that case, I have nothing more to say to you. Come on." Liu Feng suddenly held the black iron sword horizontally again, as if the battle with Yin Qi had to be fought today.
(End of this chapter)