Sword Wind

After standing up, Liu Feng looked at himself again and found that his previously better physique had become extremely thin again. Compared to him, even Wang Xizhi, that skinny guy, could probably be considered fat.

Stepping out of the cave, listening to the wind, Liu Feng flicked his wrist, and a sword aura shot out with incredible ease, striking a rabbit that was grazing. Looking at the bleeding rabbit, Liu Feng sighed, "The rabbit is so cute, I have to eat it head and all."

After eating a meal of rabbit meat to fill his stomach, Liu Feng felt that with the two soul fusions, his body was becoming more and more unlike a human's. The whole rabbit was digested in the blink of an eye, and his body felt even hungrier.

"It seems this transformation is too energy-consuming. My body is severely depleted and needs to replenish itself quickly!" Liu licked his lips. The situation was forcing him to become a glutton.

Using his ability to hear the wind, Liu Feng began to hunt wild game and delicacies in the mountains. After grilling them briefly, he would swallow them and digest them in no time. He would even gnaw on the bones of some pheasants and other creatures.

After Liu Feng ate and drank to his heart's content, he finally felt a warm sensation throughout his body. Looking at his body again, he felt a little fuller. Although he was still thin, at least he no longer looked like a skeleton.

Standing atop the mountain, Liu Feng felt a renewed understanding of swordsmanship since the Sword Bone had been reforged. Moreover, the re-forging of its sharpness had deepened this spiritual understanding even further.

Holding his sword, feeling the fierce wind on the mountaintop, everything around him was absorbed by the wind's whispers. With Liu Feng eyes slightly closed, Liu Feng recalled Yu Zhiyu's every move. Among so many people, Yu Zhiyu was the most powerful person he had ever seen.

The opponent's swordplay, as powerful as a torrential downpour, was breathtaking. Along with this, Liu Feng recalled the various people he had fought over the past few days, their strengths varying. He remembered them bit by bit, absorbing anything he could and gradually making it his own.

After forging his Sword Bone, Liu Feng seemed to have unlocked a cheat code in swordsmanship. He constantly changed his sword path, following the unpredictable mountain winds at the summit. From the moment he started fighting, his sword moved rapidly along a harmonious yet strange trajectory, until finally, he gradually formed a relatively fixed set of sword moves.

In the end, it wasn't Liu Feng's sword that moved with the mountain wind, but rather the mountain wind that turned with Liu Feng's sword. From a distance, one could vaguely see a tornado spinning on the mountaintop, and the place where Liu Feng was wielding his sword was the center of the tornado.

With Liu Feng's final sword swing, the entire tornado shattered into pieces, unleashing countless gusts of wind. Some of these winds even sliced through everything around them like sword energy, sending tree branches flying wildly. Watching all this, Liu Feng felt a surge of pride. If he were to traverse a place overrun by elementary school students, he could probably earn the title of "Swift Wind Swordsman."

Of course, Liu Feng also knew that it was just wishful thinking on his part. The reason he was able to stir up this strong wind was because he had the advantage of the terrain. The mountaintop is naturally windy, and he had been practicing his sword dance for more than half an hour before he was able to control the wind at the mountaintop.

However, one cannot lose one's pride. One can be considered to have made progress in the Wind-Listening Sword and has already achieved a minor success. Currently, it can be simply divided into two stages: the first stage is called Following the Sword and the second stage is called Brushing the Wind.

Liu Feng believed that the Wind-Listening Sword would become more and more perfect, and he would become stronger and stronger. After all, he had only been practicing swordsmanship for a few days. Even if he cheated and gained advantages by using the Sword Bone and the Clear Heart Record, the time was still too short.

"After I've practiced for a while longer, I'll go and challenge Luo Family Manor again." Liu Feng breathed slightly, feeling that he was getting stronger every moment, which gave him endless joy. As his strength improved, his mind was also constantly growing stronger, allowing him to get rid of the inferiority complex and useless mindset he had in the past.

Furthermore, the Luo Family Manor is no simple place. After all, it was once a top martial arts family. Even after losing the Gluttony Mask, they still maintain a strong foundation. If Liu Feng is not careful, he could easily get caught up in it.

With his Wind Sense, Liu Feng constantly tried to understand its movement and used his sword to manipulate it. As a result, Liu Feng's Wind-Listening Sword became increasingly terrifying. At first, Liu Feng's sword was simply fast, but as he swung the sword for longer and longer, more and more wind accumulated, making his sword faster, smoother, sharper, and more terrifying.

If Liu Feng were given enough time to practice his swordplay in the Luo Family Manor, he might even be able to create a small tornado. Of course, that would be about his limit, as his willpower, physical strength, and calculation ability all limit him.

"Although my swordsmanship is now clear, my reaction time in combat still needs to be improved step by step!" Liu Feng's sword, carrying the wind, directly cut down a large tree. Feeling the wind power swirling around it, Liu Feng thought to himself, "Humans are not trees. Humans will resist. I'm confident that the wind power on my sword can cut inanimate objects without getting flustered, but if the target resists, the wind on it will probably become chaotic."

"This can only be perfected step by step in actual combat." Liu Feng sheathed his sword and caught the bird's nest that fell down. He had been in this mountain forest for three days, and today he had to set off, otherwise he would not have time to rush to South Mountain to complete the dungeon mission.

"Time to go!" Liu Feng picked up his ordinary longsword, squinted and carefully sensed the summoning from the mask. Then, dressed in tattered clothes, he headed towards the location he sensed.

"Why hasn't he arrived yet? Is he not coming?" At this moment, Luo Feiyan was the most anxious, because if she couldn't kill Liu Feng, the mask she had retrieved would be of little use. To be effective, it would have to wait until Liu Feng was dead.

"I've told you so many times, Feiyan, stay calm. The more impatient you are, the more likely you are to make a mistake. You must remain calm even if Mount Tai collapses before you. If your mind is too easily influenced by external things, then your achievements will never be very high, and I will no longer support you as the head of the family. That would not help you, but harm you!" The head of the Luo Family said calmly.

He maintained this composure all those years ago, defeating one opponent after another, seizing every opportunity to gain power, and step by step becoming the head of the Luo Family. Even on the day he became the head of the family, he remained calm, as if nothing could disturb his mind.

"Yes, Father!" Luo Feiyan nodded quickly upon hearing her father's words. Over the years, she had been deeply influenced by her father, and she was calm and decisive in handling matters. It was just a pity that the position of family head was involved, which made her mind somewhat unsettled.

The head of the Luo Family looked at his daughter with a calm expression. He looked up at the distant sky and gradually recalled events from long ago, including the words that person had spoken with a faint smile when he killed that person with his own hands.

"Luo Feng, take good care of my daughter. Don't let her learn from me and act impulsively!"