209: The state of selflessness in swordsmanship

Feng Ming did not choose randomly. After all, he specialized in the Dao of the Sword. Even if he really could not get out, improving his Dao of the Sword by one Realm in three months would not be bad.

Furthermore, combining the Dao of the Sword with the power of thunder could also cause more powerful damage and buy him a little more time.

Trying is never wrong; what if he succeeded?

Feng Ming felt that exchanging thousands of his failures for one success was not without opportunity.

Thinking about it, he acted immediately. Feng Ming changed his strategy at once, and with a thought, a short sword instantly condensed in mid-air.

Now that his Dao of the Sword had reached the Mastery Realm, this sword did not need him to do anything; it could attack any target according to his will.

Feng Ming did not waste words. As soon as the short sword appeared, it stabbed toward the Black-Clothed Swordsman.

Thunder arcs crackled and flashed on the sword body. Under the amplification of the thunder arcs, the speed of the short sword reached the extreme.

The Black-Clothed Swordsman could not react in time. In an instant, the short sword had pierced through his body, and under the effect of the thunder, he was instantly blasted into blood mist.

The next second, Feng Ming saw that the entrance had appeared again. Without any hesitation, he rushed directly toward the entrance.

But the result was the same as before; he still did not make it in time.

However, he was not anxious. With a thought, the Black-Clothed Swordsman instantly exploded again, and he rushed toward the exit once more.

Just like this, repeating the cycle, Feng Ming did not know how many times he had tried.

He only knew that this attack method, which for him consumed almost negligible energy, was his Dao of the Sword.

Until he exhausted the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi in his body, he had not succeeded.

Of course, it was not that he was doing useless work. The benefits brought by continuously using the Dao of the Sword were also huge, and his comprehension of the Dao of the Sword was constantly increasing.

After countless failures, Feng Ming's mindset changed. Since he could not get out for the time being, he might as well treat it as practicing sword.

After the Spiritual Qi in his body was exhausted, Feng Ming took out Medicinal Pills to recover Spiritual Qi and ate them like candy, crunching them.

He was soon fully revived and then tried again.

Just like this, tireless and repeating the cycle, time passed day by day.

Lingxiao Sect. The Sect Master's courtyard.

"Yo, getting more and more proactive, coming so early."

Elder Xu sighed, "Sigh! There is no other way, I am depressed. I specially bought wine, let us drink some today."

The Sect Master rolled his eyes at him and clicked his tongue twice, "You say that, but no one is forcing you to drink. If you want to drink, just say it directly."

Elder Xu looked at the light screen, "It is indeed being forced. That kid Feng Ming has been inside for over a month and is still stuck there. I am anxious."

The Sect Master laughed, "You, I do not understand. When he was at the 80th level, he was also stuck for a long time, and you were not anxious."

"It is different. Although he was stuck for those ten days, he was making rapid progress every day. Now, there is no progress at all."

"If this continues, I am afraid no one will pass this year. There are only two months left until the Trial."

Hearing this, the Sect Master smiled and said, "There is still plenty of time, it is in time. And who said Feng Ming has not made progress? In these twenty days, his Dao of the Sword has improved a lot."

Elder Xu shook his head, "What is the use of progress? He just broke through to the Mastery Realm. Could he break through again?"

"Even a peerless Genius of Cultivation does not have this speed. Only you dare to think like that."

The Sect Master smiled, "I say you still do not know Feng Ming well enough. When he came to Qingyang City, did you dare to believe he could destroy the Huangfu Family?"

"Never underestimate anyone at any time. Everything is possible."

Elder Xu was momentarily speechless. The Sect Master's words naturally made some sense, but he still did not quite believe that Feng Ming could pass the Trial.

While the two were chatting, the Sect Master's expression suddenly changed, "Look quickly!"

Hearing this, Elder Xu subconsciously looked at the light screen in front.

On the light screen, Feng Ming was actually closing his eyes, but his body was still running toward the vortex on one side.

Elder Xu wanted to curse, "Damn, what is this kid doing? Is he asleep?"

The Sect Master smiled, "He has been like this recently. His Divine Sense can explore everything around him, he is too lazy to even look with his eyes!"

"But it looks like he is becoming more and more proficient. His Dao of the Sword should have improved a lot. If he can really break through, maybe... Hmm?"

The Sect Master had not finished his sentence when he suddenly froze.

Elder Xu's reaction was similar to his, because they saw that the Sword Beams controlled by Feng Ming had actually shattered.

But he seemed not to notice at all, still seemingly mobilizing the Sword Beams.

But there were no Sword Beams on the scene anymore.

The next second, an incredible thing happened. The Black-Clothed Swordsman, who had died countless times, did not revive after dying this time.

It was not that he did not want to revive, but the blood mist that exploded gathered into a different shape in mid-air.

Not a person, but a sword.

This scene in the light screen directly stunned the Sect Master and Elder Xu.

Even Feng Ming on the scene opened his eyes sharply, because he also felt that his Sword Beams had changed.

Looking at the Blood Sword stagnant in mid-air, cold sweat instantly broke out on Feng Ming.

"The state just now, did I just enter a brief Selflessness Realm?"

Feng Ming muttered in his heart, it seemed that only such an explanation could explain why he mobilized the blood of the Black-Clothed Swordsman to condense into a Blood Sword!

"No, I should not consider this now. Quickly find the entrance."

Feng Ming remembered this important matter and immediately looked around. This time, the entrance had not disappeared.

Feng Ming had a thought and rushed toward the entrance quickly.

Meanwhile, the Blood Sword also began to dissipate, seemingly wanting to re-condense into the Black-Clothed Swordsman.

But this time, Feng Ming was clearly faster.

His heart was in his throat, and he rushed into the vortex instantly, leaving!

"Hahaha! How about it? I said this kid could do it!"

The Sect Master witnessed Feng Ming passing the Trial and laughed loudly.

The repressed feeling in Elder Xu's heart disappeared, replaced by immense relief, and he immediately drank a gulp of wine.

Laughing loudly, "Not bad, this kid is indeed a Genius, good at creating miracles. This time, our Lingxiao Sect's Lingxiao Pagoda record will be refreshed."

"Yes, now it depends on when he can come out!"

The eagerness and excitement in the Sect Master's eyes were no less than Elder Xu's.

On the other side, Feng Ming stood on the 91st floor of the Lingxiao Pagoda.

After entering, Feng Ming looked at the environment; it was similar to before, but the space was larger.

This meant the difficulty was also greater.

But Feng Ming was not in a hurry to act, but was reviewing the scene just now.

Actually, he did not know how he achieved that step just now.

How did he condense the blood of the Man in Black into a sword?

In the whole process, he did not have this thought at all.

It was purely a subconscious action!

Could this be the Selflessness Realm of the Dao of the Sword?