Chapter 681
Putting the dagger back on his chest, Wu Feng rubbed his palms together, and walked slowly towards the sword. Seeing Wu Feng approaching, the fierce look on the face of the chief king of Baimeishan vanished, and he even showed a smile on his face. With a hint of joy, he took the initiative to give way to Wu Feng and stepped aside.

Wu Feng glanced at Kuiwang Baimeishan, pointed to the hilt of the sword inserted on the big stone slab, and asked doubtfully, "Do you want me to pull out this sword?"

"Hoho..." Baimeishan Kuiwang roared again, his two big claws kept beating his chest, and he looked at the sword on the big stone slab.

"Then I will try my best, but I may not be able to pull it out. If I can't pull it out, you have to let me go, or I will be rude to you." Wu Feng said to the king of Baimei Mountain.

However, the chief king of Baimeishan didn't pay attention to Wu Feng's words at all, his big eyes just stared at the hilt of the sword, it seemed that he couldn't wait any longer.

Wu Feng also had no choice but to look at the hilt of the sword. After taking a deep breath, he held the sword tightly with both hands, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the sword with all his strength. The upper veins bulged, and he persisted for a long time, but he still couldn't shake the sword. The sword seemed to grow together with the stone, and Wu Feng almost used all his strength to suck it. .

Finally, Wu Feng let out a foul breath, sat down on the ground exhausted, panted heavily, and waved his hands to the chief king of Baimei Mountain, "No...it's impossible...I really can't pull it out, It's exhausting me!"

Unexpectedly, the chief king of Baimei Mountain was still relentless, staring blankly at the sword, patted the scared Wu Feng on the shoulder, and urged him to continue to draw the sword.

After resting for a while, Wu Feng took a deep breath again, and said to the white-browed Shankui: "Okay then... I'll try again, if I can't pull it out again, then I will leave."

As he said that, Wu Feng stood up, patted his buttocks, looked at the sword, his expression immediately became solemn, and he waved his palms again and again, quickly moving away the true energy in his dantian Yu Qi's eight meridians finally converge in the palms, and a warm current instantly permeates the whole body.

This time, Wu Feng used the technique of Yinrou Palm. Yinrou Palm is the power of Yinrou. It is thick and thin, and it is suitable for pulling out this sword. At first, Wu Feng felt that pulling out this sword was not a good idea. It was too difficult. After some hard work, I realized that I was completely wrong. The founder of Wudang Mountain would definitely not be able to pull out this sword casually, otherwise he would not have carved it on the stone. Those many words, and deliberately said about the sword, it seems that this sword must have a not simple origin.

After breathing enough, Wu Feng's hands clenched the hilt of the sword again, and the clothes on his body were blown up by the true energy around him. He suddenly yelled, and firmly grasped the sword with both hands The sword, I lifted it up with all my strength.

With a "click", the big stone with the sword inserted suddenly made a slight crisp sound, followed by several "click" sounds, and the huge stone made a loud bang, and it broke into two pieces. However, due to excessive force, Wu Feng backed up a few steps with the sword in both hands, and hit the stone wall heavily.

(End of this chapter)

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