The Ancient Vast Realm

"How are you? Can you still control it?"

Jian Wuchen looked at the several air-controlling sandstorm locusts that were swooping down with ferocious mouths, and turned his head to Feng Xuan and asked.

"It's not bad. I can probably control about ten breaths. You can resist for a while."

Feng Xuan didn't even look at the approaching insect beasts. He just concentrated on controlling the tornado that was slowly rotating around the Centipede Giant Continent. He didn't seem to worry at all that Jian Wuchen wouldn't be able to cope with these Sky Control Realm beasts. Insect beast.

"Don't worry"

With a clang, Jian Wuchen instantly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and saw a bright sword light flash by, and an air-controlling sandstorm locust with a ferocious expression suddenly froze.

After only hearing a slight sound, the opponent's huge corpse slowly split into two halves and fell weakly downwards.

Seeing this scene, some people present who accidentally caught a glimpse almost had their eyes popped out.

"This...is...what method?"

A warrior stared blankly at Jian Wuchen, who instantly drew his sword and killed a sandstorm locust in the Sky Control Realm. He was unable to react, and was almost successfully attacked by a sandstorm locust in front of him, but his companions saved him in time. Saved.

"You don't want your life, how dare you get distracted during the battle? Don't let us get in trouble if you want to die!"

A blood-level warrior next to him used a huge bloody hand to crush the sneak attack of the sandstorm locust, and cursed angrily at the distracted warrior.

The rescued person knew that he was in the wrong and did not dare to refute. He quickly thanked him and immediately concentrated on dealing with the insect beast in front of him. However, the previous scene left a deep mark on his heart.

"Drawing swordsmanship?"

Feng Xuan looked at Jian Wuchen and said in surprise.

Sword-drawing is not a martial skill but a way of practice, or a secret technique, and its power varies with the user's practice.

Of course, there are many types of this kind of cultivation method, and most of them are slightly different, but Feng Xuan, who is practiced by Jian Wuchen, is believed to be the most top-notch one among them.

"Well, this guy is unlucky. If the leader behind the scenes is exposed, I may be able to kill him directly with this sword that has been brewing for a long time, so it won't be so troublesome."

Jian Wuchen said in a calm tone, as if killing an air-controlling insect beast with one strike was no big deal to him.

Feng Xuan glanced at him speechlessly. He killed an insect beast in the air control realm at once. This guy was not satisfied yet.

However, this sword-drawing technique is like this. The essence, energy, and spirit are brewed in the scabbard to form a terrifying sword energy. Only the first unexpected sword-drawing can have the greatest power. After this sword, Even Jian Wuchen needs to spend a long time to cultivate this sword energy.

Jian Wuchen said no more, his figure instantly disappeared beside Feng Xuan, and appeared directly between several other sandstorm locusts. He stopped them all with one person, making it impossible to get close to Feng Xuan.

Feng Xuan carefully controlled the tornado, which was now nearly two hundred feet high and dozens of meters thick, and began to slowly disperse it.

At this time, this thing was beginning to escape his control. If it were allowed to continue to grow, it would be beyond Feng Xuan's control.

But in the end, Feng Xuan threw all the yellow sand in the tornado and the spinning sandstorm locusts into the distance, so that they would not interfere with the battlefield in a short period of time.

Some of the less powerful Sandstorm Locusts had even been smashed into pieces by the huge force of the wind. Even those who survived would not be able to regain their strength for a while and return to the battlefield.

After Feng Xuan finished dealing with this troublesome tornado, and just when he was about to help Jian Wuchen kill the few sandstorm locusts, a roar resounded throughout the battlefield.

"Beast! Where to go!"

Feng Xuan looked up and saw Baler with an angry look on his face. The golden sword in his hand kept slashing out, trying to kill the head in front of him. The whole body was golden except for the head and abdomen with green stripes. The sword was several feet in size. Sandstorm locusts kill.

However, the two sandstorm locusts who were also in the air control realm were constantly harassing and besieging him, making him unable to concentrate on dealing with the golden sandstorm locust.

Seeing this, the golden sandstorm locust actually showed a human-like joking look in its eyes. When it flapped its wings, it moved at an alarmingly fast speed. Baler's flying speed was simply unable to catch up with the opponent. The opponent seemed to be playing tricks on Baler. generally.

At this moment, Bale felt like a fire was burning in his heart. He wanted to kill the guy in front of him. This guy was the leader hidden in the locust swarm in this sandstorm. His appearance was that of a locust with strong blood. , almost evolving into the Sandstorm Locust King.

Once the last green color on its body fades away, it will become a veritable sandstorm locust king. If this thing grows up, it may become a scourge or even disaster in the giant insect wasteland.

But it's a pity that although this guy's strength is not too strong, his moving speed is too fast. Coupled with the involvement of two air-controlling sandstorm locusts, it is no more than a dream for him to kill the opponent.

But Baler understood better that if he let this guy run away at this time, everyone would face endless harassment and pursuit from the other side. He didn't think this guy would let his group go easily.

In the eyes of these beasts, everyone in my group is undoubtedly the flesh and blood complement of the beast's transformation.

This guy doesn't need to confront everyone head-on. He only needs to keep sending out those sandstorm locusts all over the sky to make everyone exhausted.

But for a moment, Baler had no solution, as if everything was temporarily in a deadlock.

Feng Xuan, who happened to see this scene from a distance, narrowed his eyes, and a sneer suddenly appeared on his face.

"Fast speed? Then try this?"

Feng Xuan's hand flashed, and a huge blue silver-patterned war bow appeared in his hand.

This is a war bow that looks simple and gorgeous. The whole is ice blue. There are gorgeous and complex silver patterns on the war bow. On the bow body, four lines emitting spiritual light naturally appear. A bowstring like white jade is connected to the two ends of the war bow and is straight.

Soul-level spiritual weapon-Frost War Bow!

This is the war bow that Feng Xuan commissioned Master Xu Huaizi of the Weapon Hall to refine. This war bow almost consumed most of Feng Xuan's own savings at the time. Not only is the refining cost as high as 4,000 contribution points, but the purchase of dragon tendons cost 2,000 contribution points.

This does not count the value of the Frost Stone and Broken Cloud Black Iron itself, which can be said to be a huge price.

However, although Feng Xuan paid so much, the result also made him feel extremely satisfied.

This war bow had four spiritual patterns emerging as soon as it was born, and it also contained a new bow soul.