C493 (1/2)

In a month's time, the destroyed tower of Cloud City has been repaired. Doutian stands on the tower and squints at the distance.

In the past month, he has successfully cultivated a set of Dharma level sword techniques to the peak to prove the beauty of wind.

And he has been understanding the wind, completely stable in the first, but also touched the second threshold of the wind.

However, this heavy threshold can not be broken in any case, and it is even more difficult than breaking through the strategic situation.

However, he didn't get nothing either. After sword power, he realized the dual realm of sword power and fist power.

Generally speaking, the rune can comprehend the single potential in the field of war and longevity, and the strong can comprehend the double potential in the field of war and tactics. Of course, there are also those who can comprehend the triple potential and even the fourth potential in the field of war and tactics, but they are extremely rare.

Such as doutian, if you can speak more, you can understand the double potential in the early stage of the war, and you can be regarded as a peerless genius.

”Doutian.” When doutian God was swimming outside the sky, a light drink sounded. In the distance, a dark shadow flew towards doutian.

Doutian's hands suddenly add one more thing. Not far away, Niu Feiyang and Feng Bo don't know when they will appear here.

”Give it a try and see if you weigh your hand.” Feng Bo said with a kind smile.

What doutian has in his hand is nothing else. It's the fierce sword slaughter that Feng Bo has been remoulding for a month. The fierce spirit has disappeared, and there is an extra scabbard.

Wheezing, a cold light across the void, a metal trembling sound sounded, doutian looked at the slaughter in his hands in surprise, compared with before, the slaughter was less fierce, more sharp.

Lightly weighed a few times, Dou Tian felt that the slaughter was a bit heavier than before, and said with a smile: ”I feel good.”

”Just good? You are really cheap and good Niu Feiyang rolled his eyes. ”This is the first holy level weapon that Fengbo has built and improved in more than 20 years. It also costs a lot of Fengbo's treasures!”

”Thank you, uncle Feng.” Doutian slightly salutes and bows. He finds that he underestimates Fengbo too much.

”No exaggeration. Just weigh your hands.” Feng Bo shakes his head and smiles. This busy month makes him look more haggard and emaciated.

Doutian naturally sees all this in his eyes, but he doesn't know how to repay Fengbo for their concern. The only thing he can do is not to let them down.

”There's no one who weighs his hand more than this,” Dou Tian said with a smile. ”By the way, uncle Feng, how did the fierce anger disappear?”

”If there is too much blood, qualitative change will naturally take place. It's just that the blade is stained with killing blood, and the evil spirit is too heavy. That's why it's so fierce. I just seal the evil spirit, and you can use it at any time.” Feng Bo explained, and then gave Dou Tian the way to untie the seal.

With the input of soul power, a roar, a mighty fierce gas rushed into the sky, condensed into a sword Gang several feet long, even the sky seemed to be broken.

”I feel...” Doutian was very excited, but he was interrupted by Fengbo before he finished.

”Just know for yourself. Don't untie the seal until you have to. The more sharpened the knife, the more fierce it will be. I think you can understand.” Feng Bo's meaningful way.

”Yes.” Dou Tian nodded and said to him, ”the more sharpened the knife, the more fierce it is. Sharpening the knife, you don't have to kill.”

”Cough, doutian, what Feng Bo said is very reasonable.” Niu Feiyang suddenly coughed a few times and said with a smile, ”but if anyone dares to bully you outside, kill you directly. As long as you are a student of Fengshen college, Fengshen college will protect you one day!”

”Is it?” Doutian was suspicious. He touched his chin with his right hand. I didn't believe it even if I killed him. It made niufei very proud.

”Well, I don't have anything for you. You can keep a memorial for these two things.” Feng Bo glared at Niu Feiyang. Niu Feiyang immediately laughed awkwardly like a child who made a mistake.

In Fengbo's hands, it was a scabbard made of unknown materials, and a black iron sheet.

Uncle Feng sent him a scabbard. Doutian knew what it meant. He just wanted him to cover the edge of Shura's holy sword. What's the black iron?