The fewer swords flying around Jiang Feng were flying around him, and the swords also scattered a little. Jiang Feng's body was exposed little by little. As Jiang Feng's body appeared, the swords that were still surrounding him began to gather at Jiang Feng's feet.

These swords were placed together in a row, forming something like a bird's nest at Jiang Feng's feet. The stone lotus also stayed at Jiang Feng's feet. Jiang Feng was standing on the stone lotus at this time.

The sword energy in the sword tomb calmed down. The powerful sword aura before also stopped. There was no sword flying around, and no sword attacking the monk. Everything before seemed to have ended suddenly.

Seeing the swords calm down, the sword energy disappeared, and the figure of Jiang Feng was revealed. The monks who had been very embarrassed by these swords before, almost even their lives were staring at Jiang Feng.

Suddenly, a monk flew up and attacked Jiang Feng. The monk had just flew up and had just taken the magic. From Jiang Feng, a sharp sword energy shot out and directly knocked the monk out. After the monk landed on the ground, he sprayed out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

Seeing that the monks who took action were knocked unconscious so easily, the monks were surprised, but there were still people who took action. These monks who took action flew up one after another, rushed towards Jiang Feng, and also produced powerful magic tricks or powerful magic weapons.

From under Jiang Feng, a sword energy flew out from something like a bird's nest. When this sword energy slashed, the magic weapons of the monks burst out one after another, and the magic they used were defeated. Even themselves were bombarded with this sword energy. After everyone landed, they all fainted.

The sword energy did not disappear, but rushed towards the crowd. The sword energy hit all the monks on the ground like a bowling ball. Then the sword energy flew around the fallen monks twice, and then disappeared.

When the monks got up from the ground, no one dared to take action anymore. They all understood the last warning of the sword energy. If they took action again, the sword energy would definitely kill people.

"What the hell is going on? Why can he control those swords? Why did these swords suddenly become so strong?" a monk asked in confusion.

The monks had thought about this question, but they did not come up with the answer. At this time, some monks with flying swords and magic weapons also began to think about why their flying swords could not be used.

The monks of the Golden Ding Sword Sect are sword cultivators, so naturally they cannot have only one sword. The sword they used before was broken, and now they took out other swords. But these swords kept shaking in their hands, as if they were to break free from their hands.

Some monks let go when the sword in their hands vibrated. The sword flew out directly and then inserted it to the ground. After seeing it, the monks from the Golden Cauldron Sword Sect also let go and let the sword in their hands fly away. Watching their swords penetrated to the ground. These monks wanted to pick it up. But once they approached, the swords would vibrate, and even emitted sword energy to attack them. These monks also clearly sensed that their spiritual sense imprinted on the sword had disappeared on their own.

"How could this happen? Why did my sword leave me? Why did even the spiritual consciousness imprinted on the sword disappear?" a monk said in confusion.

When these monks who had lost their own swords began to try to use their own sword cultivators, they found that without the sword, the power of the magic was greatly reduced. And this was not the most terrifying. The most terrifying thing was that after they gradually used their own sword cultivators, they were actually backfired by the magic.

"Jiang Feng, what did you do? Why did my sword break? Why did my magic backfire? What did you do?" A monk shouted loudly at Jiang Feng as if he was crazy.

All the sword cultivators were anxious at this time. Without the sword in their hands, they could refine them again. But now the magic backfire made them very uneasy. These monks began to gradually feel that everything about the sword cultivators was leaving them.

Jiang Feng stood there, he didn't move, and had no intention of responding at all. Although the monks could see Jiang Feng, they could not sense Jiang Feng's breath. If they closed their eyes and looked at it with their spiritual sense, there was no Jiang Feng there, only a sword standing on many swords.

"Don't you understand? Jiang Feng has already answered you before. If you don't let go, the sword will leave you. Now, his words have come true." A voice suddenly rang.

The monks looked at the speakers one after another. They saw that the speaker was the only one who let go after Jiang Feng's dissuasion. This person was Ouyang Zheng. At this time, he was a little far away from these monks. He had no scars on his body. He was completely different from these monks covered in blood.

"Jiandao, why should he talk about jiandao with me? What qualifications does he have to talk about jiandao with me?" A monk shouted loudly at Ouyang Zheng.

Ouyang Zheng ignored the person who yelled at him. He originally didn't believe Jiang Feng's words. The reason why he let go before was that Jiang Feng was overestimating his abilities. He thought that Jiang Feng was just looking for death just now. Because he had thought of Jiang Feng's ending, Ouyang Zheng felt sad for Jiang Feng. It was this little bit of sadness that made Ouyang Zheng let go. Even he didn't expect that he was wrong.

Although no one is willing to believe Ouyang Zheng's words, the broken swords of the sword cultivators and the swords that left them seem to prove that Ouyang Zheng is right.

"Is it Jiang Feng who controlled the sword path? If so, wouldn't he be able to easily defeat any sword cultivator?" said a monk.

"If the sword path really exists, can Jiang Feng really control it? Is the cultivation level of Guji in the later stage too low?"

"Maybe there is something on him that can help him control the sword here, or even the so-called swordsmanship. Don't forget that this place only appeared after he arrived. He also disappeared for a month and a half. Maybe within this time, he had already got what he was looking for."

"Yes, there must be something that can help him control the sword here."

The monks discussed and finally came to a conclusion that Jiang Feng got a very important treasure in the sword tomb. It was precisely because of this treasure that Jiang Feng was able to control the sword here and control the so-called sword.

"Even if we know that there are treasures that can control these swords on him, what can we do?" a monk said with some dismay.

The fact is just as this monk said. All of them have suffered heavy injuries and their spiritual power has also been greatly damaged. Now that Jiang Feng has those swords to protect him, they have no chance of winning at all.

"I don't believe that he will stay here forever. As long as he goes out and the sword here does not follow him, we will always have a chance." A monk said.

Many monks also have this idea. Being able to control so many swords, or even treasures that can control swords, is really jealous. As long as you have the chance, someone will definitely take action.

In the place where Jiang Feng and Blood Knife were standing together before, Blood Knife was sitting on the ground with Ziwei. Due to the terrain, the monks who gathered together could not see Blood Knife and Ziwei.

"It's over, there's trouble. Once Jiang Feng leaves here, there will definitely be a large number of monks chasing him. And if these monks find that we are not attacked by swords, they will definitely target us. What should we do?" Blood Knife said to Ziwei in a low voice.

Ziwei looked at the Blood Knife and didn't say anything. The expression on her face was calm. It seemed that the things that Blood Knife was worried about would not happen at all.

Jiang Feng's will is integrated with the sword spirit here. It can also be said that Jiang Feng's will is integrated with the sword arts here. It is precisely because of Jiang Feng's integration that the sword arts here have grown faster.

The sword here did not attack the Blood Sword Ziwei because of Jiang Feng. It did not attack Ouyang Zheng who had let go before. It was also because of Jiang Feng that he did not kill the monks here. But now, Jiang Feng's body could no longer find his own will. His will was likely to be completely absorbed by the sword. At that time, Jiang Feng was completely dead.

On the lake, after three days, the wolf head and nine beads on the top of Mrs. Huang's head have been subdued by Mrs. Huang. Now Mrs. Huang, Shi Hai and Sun Yang are all looking at Jiang Feng who has lost any breath.

After some discussion, the other monks decided to heal their wounds first and then find a way. Someone also looked at Shi Hai and the other two. They knew that the three of them knew Jiang Feng. Perhaps by grasping one of them, they could threaten Jiang Feng.

Two monks quietly touched Shi Hai, as if they wanted to take advantage of the fact that Shi Hai and Sun Yang's injuries were not healed. The two monks had just approached, and Shi Hai and Sun Yang were aware of it. A sword light flew out from Jiang Feng. The sword light slashed directly from the two monks and split them all in half.

The two monks died, and they were two monks in the early stage of the true soul. Their deaths shocked all the monks who were healing, making them think that Jiang Feng was going to kill someone.

"Whoever moves again, I will not only kill him, but also kill all of you." A woman's voice suddenly came from Jiang Feng.
Chapter completed!