Martial God of Myriad Realms

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Chapter two thousand two hundred and seventy Qian Qian bag

With excitement, Cheng Feng evoked Divine Power's desire to remove the water bag.

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However, Divine Power broke his body and was shattered by the sharp sword energy.

"It seems that to get that water bag, I must go to the source of the sword mark in person."

Cheng Feng's brow raised, "Perhaps, this is also a test of Jian Wuqi for posterity."

Thinking of this, Cheng Feng suppressed the excitement in his heart and began to continue to climb.

At this point, Cheng Feng had reached within ten meters of the source of the sword mark.

The strength of Jianqi's sharpness reached a terrifying level.

Every step Cheng Feng takes is a huge torture of himself.

Huh!

The sword of the whole body is encircled, and ten thousand sword marks are cut out.

Let Cheng Feng bleed all over his body and be scarred!

However, Cheng Feng remained unmoved.

It was as if the body that had been tortured by Wan Jian was not his own.

Step by step, reach the origin of the sword mark.

Finally, Cheng Feng approached the origin of the sword mark.

The whole man looked simply miserable, and his clothes were already rags.

After being soaked in blood, it turned into a dark brown substance.

But an indomitable momentum, but at this moment grew up to its peak.

Actually at this moment, confrontation and battle with the sword qi edge left by the sword holy sword!

There is a lot of court resistance, even overwhelming the sword flavor!

Its rank, reached the peak of the ninth stage.

If we can take it a step further, we will have the will to do it.

When you think of it, everything in the world will collapse!

Even saints can be killed!

"It's too difficult to create the will of the knife."

Cheng Feng shook his head: "The countless geniuses of knife-paths in the world have astounded an era. Most of them were unable to make a knife-path. Finally, they regret it!"

"I want to make the Supreme Blade, and there is still a long way to go!"

In fact, there is only one step between Cheng Feng and Supreme Will.

Only this step is different from cloud and mud. Crossing the past will be able to slaughter the Buddha and destroy the Holy.

If you ca n’t cross, you will end up in a dream!

What Cheng Feng needs to do most now is accumulation.

Only when I accumulate my sword power to the extreme, can there be hope for a perfect knife path!

Of course, even now, Cheng Feng is very strong.

Just by attacking the sword, you can compete with Dengtianjing Extreme Power, and have barely reached the peak of Dengtianjing.

If half-sacred is not out, I am afraid no one can shake Cheng Feng!

"Now, it's time to see what's special about this water bag left by Jian Wuqi."

After calming down the emotions in his heart, Cheng Feng raised his hand and grabbed the water bag.

The water bladder is small, almost as if the hands were spread out.

But in the hands of Cheng Feng, it was very heavy.

It seemed as if he was holding a man of great strength, leaving Cheng Feng to be unstable.

"Huh? It's so heavy!"

Cheng Feng was surprised, and a little bit of divine power was mobilized before he stabilized his figure.

Then the water bag was ripped from the sword hole.

I saw that the water bag was black and looked like some black iron forging.

But I found out by one's touch that it was some kind of animal skin, very smooth, like silk.

"Well? There is a word on the water bag --- Qiankun bag?"

Cheng Feng looked closely at the water bag and found that the back of the bag was engraved with three ancient characters.

Especially the word Qian Kun seems to have a magic power.

When Cheng Feng watched it, there was a feeling of entering the vast sky and billions of stars.

The vastness of the sky and the earth is worthy of the word ‘Qian Kun’!

"A domineering name."

Cheng Feng looked away, and his heart was not calm: "I actually want to cover the sky, and the existence of refining this water bag must be extraordinary."

"Cheng Feng, I'm afraid you have found Bao."

At this time, Nalan Changsheng's voice sounded: "Qian Kun Bag, I seem to have heard of it, but it is a super treasure."

"It is rumored to come from a supreme hand that can house everything in the world."

"I used to earn more than a dozen fortunes in it. After 800 years of sacrifice, they were smelted into flying ashes!

"Among them, there is a great saint who has won great fortune!"

"What? Qiankun bag is so powerful?"

Hearing this, Cheng Feng's heart couldn't keep calm and turned into a rough sea.

But then, doubts arose.

"Uncle Naland, right?"

"You say that Qiankun Bag is a treasure of supreme existence. Will these treasures appear in the hands of the sword sacred sword?"

"And was nailed here by the sword?"

It really doesn't make sense.

If this water bag was the Qiankun bag, it would never be abandoned.

Although Sword Impeccable is a sword sage, it cannot be so big.

Compared to the existence of nothing, it is far behind.

"Well, this is also true."

Nalan's eternal life gradually calmed down, guessing: "Perhaps this water bag is an imitation of Qiankun bag."

"If the real Qiankun bag is in this place, it will be divided up by the high-level of the Heavenly Kingdom of God, and it will not exist until now."

"A copy?"

Wen Yan said that Cheng Feng was somewhat lost.

At the same time, he suddenly remembered that when he met the little white bird in the earth dome wonder, there was a small cloth bag on his neck.

That cloth bag is called Qiankun cloth bag.

I am afraid that Qiankun bag is also an imitation of Qiankun bag.

"Cheng Feng, Qiankun Bag is a supreme sacred weapon, and there must be many imitations."

Nalan Changsheng said: "However, imitations are also distinguished."

"The bag in your hand, even if it is an imitation, should not be low."

"I'm guessing that the sword is flawless, I'm afraid I want to use it to collect nine days of holy water."

"As a result, the holy water of Jiutian was hidden in the polar ice of the Chuanchuan River. It disappeared without a trace, and the sword has no reason to stay here for some reason.

"So I left angrily and nailed the imitation of this Qiankun bag here!"

Nalan's long-term guess has some basis.

After all, the sword sacred sword is perfect, but it is a saint who is good at killing.

To catch the holy water for nine days, you need other things to cooperate.

The imitation of this Qiankun bag is just right!

"Capturing the holy water for nine days in a Qiankun bag?"

After hearing this, Cheng Feng's thoughts were opened, and he was pleasantly surprised: "Uncle Nalan, your guess may be true."

"The sword holy sword is flawless and has been gone for tens of thousands of years, but the nine days of holy water has been hiding in Jichuan Bingyuan and dare not come out."

"What is it afraid of? Eighty-nine out of ten is this Qiankun bag."

"Now the Qiankun bag has fallen into my hands, and it can be used to deal with the nine days of holy water!"

Thinking of this, Cheng Feng's heart was hot and his body was shaking with excitement.

Because once he succeeds, not only can he capture the holy water of the nine days, but he can also control the imitation of the supreme artifact of Qiankun bag.

In the large Northwest Territories, I can walk sideways!

Those guys who want to get him in trouble will be killed if they dare to come!

When they were killed, they trembled and trembled when they mentioned the word Cheng Feng!