The muscular guy launched a fist against Wu Lingfeng, but failed to shake Wu’s footsteps. On the contrary, he was forced to draw back a few steps with his face flushed.

"How dare you take action?”

The five guys around him suddenly became fierce.

Bang~

Some weapons fell into their hands.

"Although our Wu family is a small clan, it’s definitely not a place where you can stir up chaos. You’d better not look for trouble here,” Wu Lingfeng said, slightly frowning.

Behind him, the disciples of the Wu family had pulled out their swords to meet the challenge. The two sides confronted each other with great fierceness and arrogance. But Wu Lingfeng seemed to be a little concerned. 

After the confrontation just now, he had already found out the muscular guy was skilled with great strength. Obviously, he was not the strongest one among the six. To challenge one or two of them, he felt it was a piece of cake; however, if they joined hands to launch an attack, it would be hard for him to fight against them single-handedly. Unfortunately, all the disciples of the Wu family were not powerful enough and they would be defeated once being involved in armed conflicts.

"Hhha. . . " Among the six of them, a man in a blue robe burst into laughter. He stared at Wu Lingfeng"s eyes and whispered, "To tell you the truth, I, Xiong Yao, well-known for my Black Wind Fist, thought nothing of your Wu family. If I want to access Jianzhonglin, my prior notification has already meant a great favor to you. Since you are so unwise, let’s just wait and see."

Xiong Yao, well-known for his Black Wind Fist?

Wu Lingfeng couldn’t help narrowing his eyes slightly.

Xiong Yao was a master well-known for his Heisha Xuanjin act with quick fists and he should rank among the top masters in the world of martial arts.

"Several sick kittens even dream to occupy the ancient ruins of Jianzhonglin." Xiong Yao glanced at all the disciples of the Wu family and sneered. "There’s no need to keep such a family in the world. . . Go!"

Xiong Yao moved to spread the real vitality out of his body, so that he seemed to be suddenly covered with a layer of a black, thin veil. His two fists were also covered with the black real vitality like a pair of iron hammers. He moved so fast that he appeared in front of Wu Lingfeng in a flash.

The five guys beside him also moved along with him like beasts with fierce momentum.

Suddenly. . .

The air in front of them was twisted and several sword lights penetrated silently to form a wall of swords.

They, including Xiong Yao, collided with the wall of swords so hard in an instant that they were stagnant in the air. 

"Uhm. . . "

The wall of swords trembled and then shook violently.

 Bang! Bang!

The light of the swords condensed and slammed into the six guys, who were blown away immediately.

Xiong Yao crossed his fists in front of his chest to stop the onslaught of sword light. However, he couldn’t stop sliding backwards with his feet plowing two deep grooves in the ground.

"Huh?" He looked up with great shock.

An old man came slowly with two teenagers, one hand on his back and the other hand slowly recovering, and the sword light suddenly flew back to his fingertip.

"You dream to destroy our Wu family?" The old man was not tall in the common manner. But in the eyes of the six guys, he was like a giant overlooking them.

He was the ancestor of the Wu family?

Xiong Yao’s face changed with racing thoughts. He once heard that the ancestor of the Wu family was a super master of martial arts, comparable to the elders of the nine major national clans, but he couldn’t believe such a master was willing to stay in an abandoned place like this.

But at this time, he believed it! The rumors were true!

"He might be stronger than any other elders of the nine national clans!" He stared at the ancestor of the Wu family very nervously.

The ancestor of the Wu family was not angry, but he still thought him a very dangerous man.

If he had known the ancestor was not in a state of full strength at this time, he might not dare to stay here even if he was bold enough.

The doctor agitated the strength of the Wu family ancestor to seal his whole energy and blood, so that he could motivate only half of his real vitality, which was still being consumed all the time.

"We are only curious about the giant swords in Jianzhonglin. Due to some misunderstandings with the n.o.bles in the past, we made some indiscreet remarks,” the thinnest of the six guys said and squeezed out a smile.

"Ancestor, please forgive us! We will leave immediately!"

That thin one motioned to the rest of the guys, and they all stared at the ancestor of the Wu family while retreating very slowly.

"I hope I will never see you here again." The ancestor glanced at them and made no further attacks.

"Ancestor, we promise you won’t!” They felt greatly relieved and flew away in an instant.

……

The whole day had pa.s.sed, and Di Hongtian was still sitting quietly inside the Huanyan sword.

The unique breath was still constantly integrating into his mind, although it was getting slower and slower.

In his consciousness, countless sparks and lightning bolts collapsed so densely that his mind shone like a blazing fire.

With more and more consciousness sparks, his entire mind was gradually filled with only a few tiny blanks left.

Although the speed of consciousness integration was getting slower and slower, after half an hour, the only remaining blanks had also been filled.

His mind as well as his consciousness was calm, but that kind of breath kept pouring into his mind, just like how a room full of people gave no s.p.a.ce for more people.

The breaths entered his mind and slowly fluttered, not being integrated into his consciousness any longer.

Whirl~

After a while, there were no effects in his vision and his mind also slowly recovered out of that state. In the twinkling of an eye, the breath of his perception disappeared without a trace.

With his empty consciousness returned, he slowly opened his eyes. But his thoughts moved slightly as if they were filled with countless emerging swords.

He sat there still with countless swords flying in his mind, which could not contain anything else.

In this trance, he could gradually lift up his arms unconsciously and slowly wave, following the sword moves flashing in his mind.

Fizz. . .

The real vitality inside his body involuntarily followed up with sword forces spurting out of his fingertips.

As the sword forces came faster and faster from his fingertips, he stood up slowly instead of being dumbfounded any longer. 

His figure also started to move slowly. When the sword in his hand was waved faster and faster, the figure got faster and faster.

After a while, a lot of figures full of sword forces were flashing everywhere in the dimly lit s.p.a.ce.

Sometimes, they were like raptors turning over to extend their claws while at other times they were like the preying goshawks, like bursts of thunder, or the collapse of ancient mountains. . .  So soft, so fierce, so light, and so heavy!

Although his sword moves were very aggressive and fierce in the past, the defects were also obvious. At this time, it started to change gradually and his previous style was slowly fading after his repeated cultivations.

He was just like a square stone, which gradually became round and plump after being polished again and again.