Holding Chaos to Suppress the Heavens

"Please! Feng Yu, let me take a good look at your sword skills."

Hua Ling said to Feng Yu with a smile.

Feng Yu nodded slightly, slowly approached the Storm Sword Formation, carefully observed the small swords floating around in the formation, and smiled bitterly.

Hua Ling is really a tough guy. The power of the Storm Sword Formation at this moment is not something that an ordinary warrior in the Spirit Vein Realm can easily withstand.

If his sword skills were not strong enough, he would only end up in great trouble if he went in rashly.

However, if Hua Ling thought that he would make a fool of himself so easily in the Storm Sword Formation, then he was underestimating him.

As soon as he thought of this, Feng Yu suddenly burst out with a sharp aura that soared into the sky, like a gentleman among swordsmen, and walked into the Storm Sword Formation.

As soon as he entered the Storm Sword Formation, Feng Yu immediately felt a gust of sword wind with great pressure sweeping towards him.

A large number of small swords stabbed towards Feng Yu, aiming at all of Feng Yu's vital points.

Groan!

The chaotic sword seed in the body instantly boiled over, and the Purple Sword was unsheathed in an instant like a meteor in the starry night.

A silent sword aura burst out from his body, and with a slash of sword, dozens of small swords in front of Feng Yu were immediately blown away.

Then, Feng Yu ran forward, raised the Purple Sword, turned around and kicked out.

At this moment, the Zi Yao Sword happened to be at Feng Yu's feet and flew out together with Feng Yu's feet.

Ding ding ding ding…………

A series of clanging sounds of metal rang out, and Feng Yu cleared all the small swords within two meters around him. All the small swords could not enter the two-meter range of Feng Yu.

It only took Feng Yu one minute to adapt to the strength of the Storm Sword Formation.

Hua Ling was outside the Storm Sword Formation, and she glanced at Hua Lian with hidden shock in her beautiful eyes.

At this time, Hua Lian looked at Feng Yu with an unwilling look on her face, as he was like a fish in water in the sword formation, and clenched her fists.

Hua Lian discovered that Feng Yu’s swordsmanship level was the same as hers, and he had reached the level of a swordsmanship master.

Most people who want to reach the level of a sword master have to practice sword for at least ten years, but Hua Lian reached this level in just three years, and he was already a famous sword genius in the Jin Hong Sect.

And today she discovered that there was such a sword genius in the Jinhong Sect.

However, she still felt a little frustrated.

Although their sword skills are at the same level, Feng Yu is only sixteen years old now, two years younger than her.

If we count that he started practicing swordsmanship at the age of fifteen, that means Feng Yu only practiced swordsmanship for one year and reached the level of a swordsmanship master.

However, Feng Yu never practiced swordsmanship deliberately. The time he actually practiced swordsmanship was probably only the one month he practiced at Feng's house.

If Hua Lian knew the truth, she would probably be devastated.

Looking at Feng Yu who was like a fish in water in the Storm Sword Formation, Hua Ling seemed to be thinking about something. He made a seal with his hands and sent them into the Storm Sword Formation.

Under Hua Ling's control, the Storm Sword Formation once again erupted with a strong storm. In the void, many small swords emitted a cold light and became sharper.

This time, all the small swords seemed to be under command and turned into an army to attack Feng Yu.

"Interesting." Feng Yu grinned, finally feeling a bit of fun.

"The Magic Sword."

A crescent sword energy that shot up into the sky like the abyss was emitted, covering an area within five meters around him.

All the small swords were pushed five meters away by the Mirage Sword and were unable to attack Feng Yu.

With this sword, Feng Yu controlled the surrounding small sword army that was united.

Feng Yu continuously supplied his chaotic spiritual power, turning the extremely explosive Magic Sword into a continuous attack capable of sustained attacks.

This is the improved form of the Mirage Sword that Feng Yu had just comprehended.

But how could human power defeat the power of a great formation? The Storm Sword Formation was endless, and Feng Yu’s chaotic spiritual power could not be sustained for a while.

In desperation, Feng Yu could only put away the Mi Tian Huan Sword and use his own swordsmanship to face Xiao Jian.

In almost an instant, Feng Yu's clothes were pierced with many small holes.

Then, a number of extremely tiny blood holes appeared on Feng Yu's body.

Although these injuries are minor, they can become extremely painful if they accumulate.

Feng Yu didn't care at all. His mind was immersed in the Storm Sword Formation, constantly facing the small swords that cooperated with him tacitly.

"Master, this is a Storm Sword Formation at the level of man and sword integration. Can he withstand it?"

Outside the Storm Sword Formation, Hua Lian asked Hua Ling with some concern.

He has already had some positive changes in his opinion of Fengyu.

"The Storm Sword Formation at the Sword Master level can no longer meet his requirements for improvement. If he wants to improve quickly, he can only face the Sword Formation at the level of Man and Sword Integration."

Hua Ling's eyes were sharp, no longer as casual and mischievous as before, and she watched Feng Yu's every move carefully.

Hua Ling is also a swordsman. Her sword skills have reached the next level of the sword master, the peak level of unity between man and sword. Although her overall strength is not the strongest in the Jinhong Sect, she is the first in terms of sword realm alone.

At this time, even she began to take Feng Yu seriously. It can be imagined how strong Feng Yu's talent in swordsmanship is.

Feng Yu had no idea what Master Hua Ling and his apprentice were thinking. At the moment, he was just focusing all his attention on honing his sword skills.

Holding the familiar Purple Yao Sword, Feng Yu has already launched thousands, even tens of thousands of attacks. He can already vaguely feel the breath of the Purple Yao Sword.

Every sword has its own spirituality, more or less. When the sword can be in harmony with the aura of the sword holder, the sword holder can enter the state of unity between man and sword.

Entering this realm is neither easy nor difficult, but if you want to communicate with the sword, perhaps only one out of a hundred thousand swordsmen can emerge.

If someone could look inside Feng Yu's body at this moment, he would definitely find that the Chaos Sword Seed in Feng Yu's body was beating along with Feng Yu's heart, trying to match the rhythm of the Purple Yao Sword.

Jump and move.

Ten jumps and ten moves.

An hour later, Feng Yu gradually closed his eyes, breathed calmly, and slashed with his sword. No small sword could get within one meter of Feng Yu.

Hua Ling's pupils shrank slightly outside the Storm Sword Formation.

"Sword go."

Suddenly, Feng Yu opened his eyes, threw the Purple Yao Sword upwards, and his fingers turned into swords, causing the Purple Yao Sword to fly into the air.

The Purple Sword vibrated delicately, emitting the aura of the Chaos King. This was the silent cry of the Chaos Sword.

I am the king.

You all must submit to me.

In an instant, thousands of small swords were attracted by the Zi Yao Sword and gradually came behind the Zi Yao Sword, with the sword bodies facing downwards to show their submission.

An astonishing scene appeared. Half of the small swords in the Storm Sword Formation were attracted by the Purple Sword.

Under the control of the Purple Yao Sword, half of the small swords were able to compete with the other small swords in the sword formation, which was extremely terrifying.

"The unity of man and sword - the will of the king."

Hua Ling's hands trembled slightly as she looked at Feng Yu, who exuded the aura of a king's swordsmanship, as if she had seen a treasure.