When a crisis comes, Lin Feng naturally has to think of a way to deal with it in advance.

Because Lin Feng didn't know much about the Lawrence family, he made an important decision after searching the Xiao family's information network.

"Flying Sword! Now it seems that you have to be tempered in advance. Let those foreign devils have a good taste of your sharpness!"

Summoning the flying sword, Lin Feng's purpose was very simple, which was to temper the flying sword in advance. Originally, according to the normal tempering process, Lin Feng would need at least five days before he could make the flying sword capable.

Normal use.

However, time did not allow it now, and Lin Feng did not know when those foreign devils would come to kill him. Therefore, Lin Feng could only take special measures and spend some money to successfully temper the flying sword in advance.

"It's a pity that my current supply of spiritual energy is insufficient. Otherwise, there would be no need to use this blood refining method."

Looking at the flying sword that had almost opened its edge, Lin Feng became cruel and cut his own finger with the blade, letting his blood drip on it.

Sizzle...

Feijian made a burst of excitement and greedily began to drink the blood of Lin Feng from Yunxi.

"Feijian, it seems that you are still a bloodthirsty sword. Okay! In that case, I, Lin Feng, will let you drink all of my blood today."

As he spoke, Lin Feng gritted his teeth and made another bloody gash on his thigh, still sucking his own blood greedily with the flying sword.

One minute has passed!

Five minutes have passed!

Lin Feng's face began to turn a little pale. He didn't know how much of the blood in his body had been absorbed by Feijian. However, what he could see was that as Feijian absorbed more and more blood, the light became brighter and brighter.

It's getting more and more prosperous.

"Okay! It will be done soon. If I had known earlier, I should have eaten a little fatter. Maybe I would have more blood that way."

For seven minutes, Lin Feng estimated that he had lost nearly an average amount of blood in his body. If he were an ordinary person, with such a large amount of bloodthirsty, he would have died long ago.

However, Lin Feng is a cultivator, and blood is not the most important part of his body. Therefore, losing a lot of blood only made Lin Feng's face paler and his body's strength slightly weaker.

However, the billowing vitality in Lin Feng's Dantian supported his Xinmai, ensuring that his life would not be threatened.

"Fortunately, Feijian, if you are more greedy, as long as the blood in my body drops below one-half, you will really kill me."

Finally, holding the tempered flying sword in his hand, Lin Feng smiled. After all, he was a man of great skill and hard work!

"Through this blood refining method, although it has caused some damage to my body, it can make the flying sword more humane and more consistent with my spiritual consciousness. In this way, when killing the enemy, it will naturally be more powerful.

flexible……"

As soon as Lin Feng's spiritual consciousness moved, the flying sword made a buzzing sound and danced like Lin Feng's arms.

The sharp sword glowed with blood. Lin Feng jumped onto the flying sword and flew directly towards the window of the room.

Huhu...

The wind in the sky at night was rustling. Lin Feng stepped on the flying sword he had refined and flew up to an altitude of several hundred meters. Then he raised the height further and looked down. The darkness below was only visible.

I could vaguely see the lights of some buildings.

However, in Lin Feng's eyes from high altitude, these buildings have become smaller and smaller.

"Wow! It's great! This feeling of being able to control yourself and fly into the blue sky, isn't it the dream of flying into the sky that I had when I was a child? I really didn't expect that one day, I would actually realize it."

Like many ordinary children, when Lin Feng was a child, he also dreamed that one day he would be able to spread his wings, soar into the blue sky like a bird, and go wherever he wanted.

Unfortunately, as Lin Feng grew up later, he realized that this was probably an impossible dream. To fly into the blue sky, he could only fly in a huge airplane, and it could only be controlled by the pilot according to a certain flight route.

The direction is not much different from taking an ordinary bus or train.

But today is different. Lin Feng flew into the sky with his sword. He really flew into the sky with his own power. As long as he has enough vitality, he can fly wherever he wants, as free as a bird.

.

"Haha! That's great, you deserve to be a flying sword. Today I, Lin Feng, have successfully tempered you. You are my Lin Feng's first flying sword. Sister Tongtong helped me refine it together. I will call you Fengtong."

Take the sword! From now on, if you follow me, you will be full of blood! We will kill him without leaving any trace behind..."

Soaring in the blue sky, Lin Feng naturally felt very comfortable, and he immediately named the first flying sword he made Fengtong Sword.

Five hundred meters!

Eight hundred meters!

One thousand meters...

Controlling the Fengtong Sword, Lin Feng kept flying upwards. He wanted to see what his current limit was and how high he could fly.

But it was a pity that when he flew to an altitude of about a thousand meters, he already felt a strenuous gravity and the powerful wind in the college entrance examination, which was simply not something he could overcome with his current cultivation level.

"Strong wind! Strange, why does a strong wind appear at an altitude of more than a thousand meters? If an airplane is flying in the sky, would it encounter such a strong wind?"

After narrowly escaping a high-altitude strong wind, Lin Feng hurriedly lowered his altitude.

In order to save the energy in his Dantian, Lin Feng sneaked around for a few times, then returned to his bedroom at night and put away the Fengtong Sword.

"My current cultivation level is still too low. I can only fly to an altitude of about a thousand meters. If I go higher, I won't be able to control the Fengtong Sword, but this is enough. Moreover, the Fengtong Sword is the flying weapon of a cultivator.

A sword can cut iron like clay. As long as it is within the scope of my spiritual consciousness, it can take someone's head unexpectedly. Those Russian foreign devils, come on! Take your sword from Grandpa Lin Feng..."

After having the Fengtong Sword, the pressure in Lin Feng's heart was immediately relieved. Not only that using the flying sword to fly into the air was an excellent means of escaping, but the sharpness and speed of the flying sword could even compare to ordinary pistol bullets.

Lin Feng can not only kill enemies with flying swords like ordinary swords, but also rely on spiritual consciousness to wield swords to kill enemies. In this way, no matter how powerful the warrior is, no matter how powerful the weapon is, Lin Feng can face it calmly.

Cope with it.
Chapter completed!