Death sword

Others may have good backgrounds and high status. Even if they have average talent, they can nourish and grow with elixirs and powerful weapons, becoming strong. As for me, without a good background, everything can only rely on my own strength. Lin Feng whispered to himself.

In the previous life, there were too many helplessness and constraints in life. To succeed, besides one's own efforts, one also needs luck, opportunities, and backing, especially if one wants to climb to a high position, which is very difficult. This life, life is also not absolutely fair, after all, birth is there, but, efforts after birth are enough to change one's destiny.

As long as your talent is not too weak, you can rely on your unremitting efforts and a steadfast heart to strive and fight through a lifetime of hustle and bustle.

As for Lin Feng, not only is his talent not weak, but it is also terrifyingly strong. Since this is the case, how can he not rely on his own strength to strive?

Thinking of this, Lin Feng's figure flickered and moved, and in no time, in front of him, a one-horned rhinoceros was gnawing on a weak monster beast, blood staining the ground, extremely bloody.

At this time, Lin Feng retracted the black mist, and walked slowly.

As if sensing something, the one-horned rhinoceros turned around, its huge blood-colored eyes staring at Lin Feng, its bloodthirsty and ferocious expression flashing in its copper-like pupils.

Humans, there are actually humans who dare to run into their territory.

The one-horned rhinoceros, born with a single horn, bloodthirsty and ferocious, an adult one-horned rhinoceros that grows up normally is a first-level spirit beast, six feet long and three feet high.

The one-horned rhinoceros in front of him is just about the same, should be just matured, a first-level spirit beast.

"The one-horned rhinoceros is fast, its horn is sharp, but its strongest point is its defense. An ordinary first-level human strongman in the Spiritual Martial Realm cannot even shake a one-horned rhinoceros of the same level."

Lin Feng recalled his impression of the one-horned rhinoceros in his mind, unable to break through its defense, if they were to meet, unless the speed was faster than the one-horned rhinoceros, it would be a dead end.

At this moment, the one-horned rhinoceros's front hooves were digging into the ground, and immediately a pit appeared there, ready to launch an attack at any time.

A hint of coldness played at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth, abruptly, from his body, a sharp sword energy fiercely rushed out, piercing the air.

Moreover, with each step Lin Feng took, this sword energy became even stronger. After a few steps, there was even a faint whistling sound in the air.

The fur on the one-horned rhinoceros stood up, feeling its body being cut by a sharp blade. With a roar, its huge body suddenly turned around and ran away.

Spiritual beasts already have wisdom. Feeling the fierce sword energy, it knew that this human was not easy to provoke.

"Fleeting Shadows."

How could Lin Feng let it escape? His figure flickered, and a brilliant sword light suddenly lit up.

"Life-taking Sword."

The surging sword intent swept through the sky, and a white sword qi fell from the sky, landing on the ground.

The running one-horned rhinoceros's body was directly split in half, but it still did not stop its forward momentum, blood staining the ground.

Lin Feng's figure flashed, a black mist suddenly enveloped the one-horned rhinoceros's body, within the demonic mist, the sword light pervaded, and in a moment, the demonic mist drifted away like the wind.

Beasts are very sensitive to the smell of blood. There are too many powerful beasts in the Black Wind Ridge. Therefore, after Lin Feng killed the one-horned rhinoceros and swiftly seized the core, he left without a moment's delay.

The Life-taking Sword, Lin Feng was very satisfied with the sword just now. The one-horned rhinoceros's defense was extremely strong, but its body still split open in an instant, unable to stop it at all.

Soon, in another place, the same scene played out again, but this time the beast was no longer a one-horned rhinoceros, but a Land Splitting Bear, also a first-level spirit beast, also killed with a single sword.

Two days later, on the edge of the Black Wind Ridge, a young man in tattered clothes stood with a sword. In front of him, a huge serpent coiled.

The serpent was more than twenty meters long, its thick body coiling and circling, its head five meters high in the air, ferocious and terrifying.

Especially its huge pupils, emitting green light, overlooking the young man on the ground, constantly spewing out poisonous mist, and in the abdomen of the serpent, blood was still oozing out.

"The tyrant among the second-level spirit beasts, the Wumang Python, is indeed formidable." Lin Feng's tattered clothes had a huge hole in them, revealing his skin, where there was a huge bruise, which was caused by the Wumang Python in front of him.

These two days, Lin Feng has killed nearly a hundred monsters, most of them first-level spirit beasts, and a few second-level spirit beasts, but like the tyrannical second-level spirit beast in front of him, he encountered it for the first time.

"Hiss, hiss..." The long tongue spat out, and the Wumang Python finally sprayed out a large amount of poisonous gas, Lin Feng's body flashed, avoiding it.

But almost at the same time, the body of the Wumang Python fell from the sky, sweeping from the tail, covering the sky and the earth. The big tree above Lin Feng's head was hit, instantly crumbling, and there was no obstruction to the advance of the Wumang Python's giant tail.

Fast, but not just fast, but also domineering. Before it arrived, Lin Feng felt an extremely violent hurricane sweeping over.

If Lin Feng had resisted head-on, he would definitely have been injured. The Wumang Python, as one of the tyrants among the second-level spirit beasts, was too powerful in attack.

His body reflected from the air, a sharp sword light flickered past, leaving a blood mark on the serpent's body, and then disappeared without a trace.

A cry like the Nine Netherworlds came out, Lin Feng felt a powerful oppressive force following him closely, the Wumang Python's huge body continued to sweep towards him.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Trees were crazily bursting, Lin Feng's figure transformed again, but the Wumang Python's body followed closely. If there was someone nearby, they would only see Lin Feng's body like a shadow, while the Wumang Python went completely berserk, its tail sweeping across the sky and the earth, the whole space was covered by its giant tail shadow, turning the world upside down.

A second-rank spirit beast like the Wumang Python would make even a third-rank human martial artist retreat, not daring to provoke it easily. And Lin Feng, he had only reached the second level of the Spiritual Martial Realm two days ago.

"Death Sword." Lin Feng uttered lightly, the surging sword momentum was incredibly ferocious, slashing at the body of the Wumang Python, blood gushing out.

But this time, the Wumang Python seemed not to feel it. Furious and berserk, it was completely determined to take Lin Feng's life.

"I won't play with you anymore." Lin Feng almost got hit by the Wumang Python, his heart chilled. In two days, his sword had been sharpened. Now, he was confident that with just one Life-taking Sword, he could sweep away the vast majority of second-level Spiritual Martial Realm warriors. After all, how many second-level Spiritual Martial Realm warriors could claim to be stronger than the Wumang Python?

The first level of the Tianzhao Martial Soul was unsealed, and Lin Feng's pupils instantly became deep. In the dark world, everything was presented before his eyes again. Every plant, every movement, nothing could escape his perception, even the violent attacks of the Wumang Python seemed to slow down a lot in his eyes.

With a light flash, the Wumang Python's attack passed by Lin Feng, who tightly gripped his soft sword, his gaze cold and ruthless.

A dead silence sword intent radiated from him, carrying a strong aura of destruction and death.

Raising his head, Lin Feng quietly watched the Wumang Python's huge body sweeping towards him, a deathly sword intent shot out from his pupils, devoid of desire or emotion.

"The Sword of Death."

Lin Feng's lips moved lightly, raising the long sword. On the blade, besides the dazzling brilliance, there was also a faint gray aura, a breath of destruction, of death.

"Hiss, hiss..."

An extremely intense gray light soared into the sky, accompanied by a violent wail. The muscular and mighty Wumang Python's body was severed by a single sword, falling to the ground, dust flying.

The huge body trembled crazily, Lin Feng stepped forward, exerting some effort to extract the Wumang Python's core. Then, his figure flickered, and he left this place, heading towards the outskirts of the Black Wind Ridge.

Two days had passed, and the tide of beasts had almost receded. It seemed that the grand competition of the Cloud Sea Sect was about to begin.