Wind-Listening Sword
Looking at the food laid out in front of him, Liu Feng knew without a doubt that it was poisoned. He casually picked up a little and ate it. After sensing its effects, Liu Feng didn't care much anymore. The two soul fusions had fundamentally changed his body. These foods, which would be extremely poisonous to ordinary people, would at most give him diarrhea. Besides, he still had the Immortal Tiger Bones to protect him.
My body is still in a state of deficiency, so I need to eat more to make up for it. However, these foods are just a drop in the bucket. To make up for it, I need some strong medicine to replenish my vital energy.
Liu Feng was eating when he suddenly leaned back slightly. An arrow flew past him, but Liu Feng continued eating as if nothing had happened. His Wind Sense greatly improved; he had sensed the air current created by the arrow as soon as it was fired. For him now, there was no need to worry about sneak attacks from hidden weapons.
The next moment, several bamboo tube-like objects were thrown into the room, releasing a large amount of white smoke. A gentle breeze rose up and slightly enveloped Liu Feng, protecting him from the harmful smoke.
The roof suddenly cracked, and several masked men in black fell down, their longswords attacking Liu Feng together. Liu Feng simply picked up a table, spun around, and deflected the men's swords, drawing his own longsword.
Recalling Yu Zhiyu's swordplay, Liu Feng silently recited the Clear Heart Record, sensing the information conveyed to him by the wind in the restaurant. He flicked his longsword to deflect an incoming sword, then turned and thrust forward forcefully, blood splattering, but Liu Feng's hand continued its movements.
While constantly capturing and dodging the sword moves of these men in black, he matched their movements with those of Yu Zhiyu in his mind, and with the help of his Wind Sense, he continuously dodged the attacks and absorbed what he could learn.
Because of the second soul fusion, his body was stimulated and his internal energy increased significantly. Liu Feng seized the opportunity, waved his hand, and a sword energy burst out of his body, piercing the heart of a man in black. Then, he swung his long sword, and the long sword cut through the air and moved forward a little, and a bloody hole appeared in the throat of another man in black.
Then, with a turn of his body, the sword moved in sync with his hand. The sword's path was not a straight line, but rather a remarkably coordinated trajectory. The speed did not slow down; on the contrary, it was frighteningly fast, directly slicing open the necks of the two men in black.
"Let's call this sword technique that follows the wind the 'Wind-Listening Sword'!" Liu Feng was slightly excited. The so-called Wind-Listening Sword is actually about making the sword move at an extremely fast speed by following the wind's trajectory. At most, it's just a technique that complements one's own special ability, but it's something he figured out himself.
"The Wind-Listening Sword is far from perfect right now. It seems we really need to find time to reforge the Sword Bone, otherwise it just feels like something's missing!" Liu Feng swung the sword a few more times and sighed softly.
Looking at the corpses of the men in black, Liu Feng wondered if it was because his strength had increased or for some other reason, none of them had dropped any modules. He glanced at his own modules, which totaled eight. Six of them formed his sword energy, plus the special module Sword Bone, and two more modules: the Rule Module Light Body and the Energy Module Inner Qi.
Looking at the food and wine splattered with dust and blood, Liu Feng sighed, picked up his longsword, and walked out of the restaurant. This table of food had been ruined by these people.
Liu Feng walked down the deserted street, carrying his long sword. A gentle breeze carried information about the enemy, so Liu Feng suddenly stopped and flashed backward. He saw four men in black grabbing a thick fishing net and emerging from a rooftop, leaping down.
If Liu Feng were caught in the fishing net, his movement would be restricted, and he would be riddled with arrows. Realizing something was wrong again, Liu Feng rushed into a house to the side, dodging several arrows that were flying towards him.
Liu Feng had just taken refuge in the house, realized that it was a trap. A fat man, as big as a small mountain, was waiting for him there. His two fleshy hands slapped down towards Liu Feng's head. Liu Feng twirled his sword and cut a long wound on the fleshy hand, but the fat man seemed not to feel it and continued to slap at Liu Feng.
"The Luo Family's Golden Cicada Body?" Liu Feng hadn't just been traveling; he had also gathered some information about the Luo Family. The Luo Family relied on the Golden Cicada Body shell, so their attack methods were generally fearless and ruthless. Even if they killed the shell, it wouldn't have much impact on the main body inside. It was precisely because of the Golden Cicada Body that the Luo Family was able to become a renowned martial arts family.
He quickly retreated, dodging the fat man's large hand. Then, a sharp glint flashed in Liu Feng's eyes, and he moved forward again. His longsword followed a strange and harmonious trajectory, slashing towards the fat man's neck. So what if there was a layer of inflatable skin? The neck was only a small area; he could pierce it all through. He didn't believe the fat man wouldn't die!
Just as Liu Feng had predicted, facing Liu Feng's sword aimed straight at his throat, the fat man raised his large hand to block it. The sword pierced his arm, and he felt as if it were made of rubber, full of elasticity. The fat man clenched his fist, and then Liu Feng felt his sword being clamped down. The fat man's other hand then struck out at Liu Feng.
Liu Feng waved his left hand, and a sword aura shot out, piercing through the fat man's arm and leaving a cut on his neck. Some blood mixed with buttery liquid flowed out. The fat man's hand didn't stop, and he grabbed Liu Feng's neck with one hand and pulled hard. Even though Liu Feng had the Immortal Tiger Bones, he felt that his neck was about to break.
Liu Feng felt a sudden tightness throughout his body, realizing he had misjudged the situation. He had initially thought that although the Luo Family's Golden Cicada Body was strong, it was still a human body after all, and that a sword aura could easily pierce through it. He never imagined that the so-called Golden Cicada Body had taken the outer shell's defense to its peak, and that a single sword aura had caused almost no damage.
"The sword energy isn't powerful enough, I have to think of something!" Liu Feng thought, looking at the fat man's clenched fist. If this punch landed, death would probably be the only thing waiting for him. But now his neck was being grabbed, and he couldn't breathe properly, so he couldn't exert much force at all.
The power of sword energy could indeed be increased by increasing the amount of internal energy consumed, but his skill parameters were set to only that much internal energy. If he wanted to adjust the skill parameters now, he would have to manually operate in the panel, but he didn't have that time right now.
The fat man threw a punch, and a ball of ink quickly transformed into an iron door, standing upright in front of his fist and blocking the punch. However, the iron door was also deformed by the impact. The fat man was slightly taken aback, and then he noticed that the iron door had transformed into ink to form a line of small characters, which then transformed into an iron chain and a huge iron ball, binding his hand and making his hand feel heavy.
Suppressing his doubts, the fat man gritted his teeth, tilted his large head back, and tried to turn it into a giant hammer to smash Liu Feng to death.
Liu Feng focused his mind on the skill bar, slightly raised his hand and aimed it at the fat man. Relying on his own will, he regulated his inner energy to surge in. Regardless of whether it would succeed or not, he had to give it a try. The next moment, a sword aura shot out.