1011: C1011 Heaven and Earth Lost Their Original Color.

C1011 Heaven and Earth Lost Their Original Color.

Before the sword was even out of its scabbard, the sharp sword qi flew in all directions. Feng Yixiu had no choice but to take a few steps back to avoid being injured by the sharp sword qi.

He didn't know if it was just Feng Yixiu's imagination, but he felt that with Feng Qianjue as the center, the scenery around him had started to turn black and white. An indescribable chill ran through his heart.

It was as if Feng Qianjue was the ruler of this world. Even the clouds in the sky started to gather towards Feng Yixiu. The entire world started to slow down.

"Sword Drawing Arts – Sky Severing!"

Even though Feng Yixiu had concentrated all of his attention on the movement of Feng Qianjue, he was still unable to clearly see the action of Feng Qianjue pulling out his sword. All he could see was a slender arc of sword Qi spreading out extremely quickly.

The sword qi stretched out for thousands of meters, but the seemingly weak tiny sword qi cut through all obstacles that it encountered!

Whether it was the flowers, plants, or boulders, none of them could stop the sword Qi for even a moment. Even the gigantic Mountain that was hundreds of meters long was easily pierced through.

A voice rang out.

The Chaotic Devil Sword in Feng Qianjue's hand returned to its original state and let out a crisp and melodious sound of metal hitting stone. The entire sky once again regained its clarity.

A loud sound rang out.

The moment the sword returned to its sheath, all the flowers, plants and trees within a thousand meter radius, as well as the gigantic Mountain that was covering hundreds of meters, were sliced in half. They all fell down, their cuts as smooth as a mirror!

The sound of saliva being swallowed sounded out.

Feng Yixiu couldn't help but swallow his saliva as he looked at the scene in front of him.

He swore that he had never seen such a terrifying sword technique in his entire life. The might of a single sword attack could actually have such a tremendous destructive power.

Feng Qianjue once again threw the Chaotic Devil Sword towards Feng Yixiu and said indifferently: "Did you see it clearly?"

Feng Yixiu shook his head blankly and said in a daze, "I didn't see it clearly …"

The speed at which the sword was being unsheathed was too fast. Even though Feng Yixiu was already completely focused and had used his thunder eye, he still wasn't able to accurately capture his movements.

He could only see sword Qis that were sufficient to cause the sky to dim and the earth to distort, as well as feel the swift and fierce sword intent that advanced forward with no end in sight.

Feng Yixiu had intended to accept a lesson from his father, but what surprised him was that his father did not get angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "You should have seen it yourself, my [Extreme Ghost Sword Technique] 'intent is weak, and it's not a normal sword technique that can be learned just by observing movements. You can only train it through your heart's comprehension and your willpower repeatedly."

"What?" Feng Yixiu was confused when he saw his father was not angry. He scratched his head and said with a frown, "Then how should I practice the Sword Drawing Arts?"

"That is your problem. Remember that the 'Draw the sword' stance emphasizes power and will, and that the killing intent and the conviction to win depended on the sword in your hand. When you see that sword qi, it is formed from killing intent, so theoretically speaking, the heavier your killing intent, the stronger its might will be." Feng Qianjue said with a relaxed expression.

"Will and Will? Was the killing intent transformed into sword qi? " Feng Yixiu was confused, but he still had a faint understanding of it.

This Sword Drawing Style did not focus on the moment when the sword was drawn, but on the movement of accumulating power before the sword was drawn. It was able to completely suppress the opponent's imposing manner and murderous intent.

The following movements were done naturally. The only thing you needed to do was to practice how to gather your energy and condense your killing intent …

Feng Yixiu closed his eyes naturally, and his whole body seemed to have entered a mysterious realm. His body began to sink slowly, his left hand held the scabbard tightly, while his right hand gently held the hilt of the demon sword.

When Feng Qianjue saw Feng Yixiu enter the sword intent so quickly, the corner of his mouth slightly curled up. He also slowly released his aura to guide Feng Yixiu into this mysterious realm.

Before he pulled out his sword, a sharp sword qi began to revolve around Feng Yixiu rapidly. The space around him also gradually became colorless. However, there was a significant difference in range compared to Feng Qianjue.

"Sword Drawing Arts – Sky Severing!"

An extremely fast sword ray streaked across the sky, extending only a few dozen meters away. It sliced a huge hard rock in half and then turned into nothingness.

Feng Yixiu slowly opened his eyes. Looking around at the damage caused by the sword energy, he could not help but feel elated.

"Father... I did it! " Feng Yixiu said excitedly.1

Feng Qianjue nodded his head and said lightly, "Yes, it is faster than I thought, but you must remember that there is no blind spot under the state of perfection for the Sword Qi Slaying Blade, which is to say, it is a perfect full moon. The only reason why I left a trace of flaw was because I was afraid of harming you accidentally, you have only been here for half a month, it seems that you need to train more."

"Alright …" Feng Yixiu was a bit disappointed.

He had thought that his father had used his full strength just now, but it didn't seem like that. Such a terrifying destructive power was still under the circumstances of him restraining himself.

If Feng Qianjue brandished his sword with his full strength without fear, the power would probably be even more terrifying!

"However, that doesn't matter. You still have a month left to practice the Sword Drawing Arts and strive to reach the Full Moon state." Feng Qianjue said in a deep voice.

"One month? "But I'm going to fight Saber Emperor in three days." Feng Yixiu asked in confusion.

"The flow of time here is different from the real world. The flow of time here is about ten times slower than in the real world. In other words, three days outside is equivalent to one month here." Feng Qianjue explained.

"If that's the case, then won't I have ten times more time than others in the future?" Feng Yixiu chuckled.

Feng Qianjue smiled and tapped Feng Yixiu's forehead, and said, "You think it's beautiful. This is your magic weapon space, and it belongs to the Spiritual World. Although it can make you remember and comprehend something, it doesn't change your body at all."

"I was just joking." Feng Yixiu touched his forehead and chuckled.

Of course, he knew that the Magic Weapon Space would not be beneficial to his cultivation level, but this did not stop him from practicing the sword art.

After all, sword techniques focused on comprehension and tempering. In essence, it was a form of mental tempering and memorizing, and there was no need for the original body to undergo any changes.

"In this month, I will allow one hundred meteors to land. During this period of time, your mission is to cut all of the falling meteors into two, and if any one of them fails, your spiritual consciousness will suffer a great deal of damage. So you must be careful. " Feng Qianjue said seriously.

"Training the sword with meteors?" Feng Yixiu was completely shocked. This was the fiercest sword practice he had ever heard of!

If he couldn't cut this meteor into two, wouldn't he be smashed into minced meat?

Although this would not cause any real harm to his body, the pain he had to endure was not any weaker than his body being smashed into mincemeat!

Thinking about that, Feng Yixiu couldn't help but shiver all over. His facial features were scrunched up and he said with a trembling voice, "Isn't this a bit too fierce? Isn't there any way to be a bit more gentle? "

Hearing that, Feng Qianjue frowned. He looked at Feng Yixiu without saying anything, but his expression was cold.

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