Chapter nine hundred and forty-eight, funeral flowers!
When Lin Baijian saw the old woman arriving, he froze for a moment with a very uncomfortable expression, and then called the maid to prepare a wide stool.
With Lin Xiaojin's support, the old woman put down the faucet-head crutch she was leaning on, climbed up to the edge of the wide stool and sat on it.
Upon closer inspection, the old woman's wrinkled face and her eyes were cloudy and opaque. Hao Ran had been blind for a while.
Looking at the dragon-headed cane casually placed beside Lin Baijian, perhaps because she is a woman, the shape of the dragon's head not only lacks a trace of ferocious majesty, but also reveals a bit of delicacy and compactness, with two small dragon horns.
It is also decorated with two small rings, just like the daughter's earrings, and there is also a delicate green bead in the dragon's mouth.
Lin Baijian unhappily moved the crutch that was leaning on his position and threw it to Lin Xiaojin to hold. Because the old woman was blind, the expression on his face did not restrain, and his dislike was extremely obvious.
"Grandma, why do you have the leisure to come here today to watch the boring competition between the younger generations?"
Lin Baijian's voice was completely opposite to his disgusted and disgusted look. He wanted to be as sincere as possible and as respectful as possible.
And this old woman is also the most senior member of the Lin family, Lin Wanxia.
Even though his status is several generations higher than that of the current head of the family, Lin Baijian, he does not have much real power in his hands because he has not intervened in family affairs for many years. It is precisely for this reason that Lin Baijian is so respectful and disrespectful.
The old woman turned towards Lin Baijian in a daze, as if she didn't hear the latter's words clearly.
Lin Baijian just said that it was because he was old and his ears were not very good after being blind, so he ignored it at the moment.
On the martial arts field.
Under the pressure of Lin Wanshan's fierce sword force, Lu Feng was knocked back by the weapon rack behind him, and was about to fall off the martial arts arena.
Lin Xiaojin's hand holding the crutch couldn't help but trembled, and she looked eagerly at Zhong Sanxiao on one side, "Uncle Zhong, brother... Lin Wanshan has the strength of the Earth Soul Realm after all. It's unfair to compete like this. Please take action quickly.
Please help brother."
Zhong Sanxiao looked at Lu Feng's figure in the distance with a deep look in his eyes, and did not pay attention to Lin Xiaojin's words.
On the contrary, the old woman sitting on the chair took Lin Xiaojin's hand and patted it in a comforting manner. While Lin Xiaojin was still surprised by the old woman's soothing behavior, she saw that the battle situation on the martial arts field in the distance began to change.
The moment Lu Feng fell into the martial arts arena, he jumped on the fallen frame and came to behind Lin Wanshan.
Then he lunged forward, held the sword in his right hand and slashed it horizontally, swinging out a sharp sword like a phoenix spreading its wings.
The swift and sharp sword energy was approaching Lin Wanshan's waist and abdomen. At this time, he was still in the closing stage, and he was in a hurry to deal with it.
There was a solemn look in Lin Wanshan's eyes. Lu Feng's performance was even more amazing than he expected. He never expected that the latter could reverse the situation in such a situation instantly, turn passivity into initiative, and use his offensive inertia to leverage his strength.
I want to force myself to fall into the martial arts arena.
Unfortunately, this is not an ordinary competition, and there are no specific rules.
Just because you leave the martial arts arena doesn't mean you lose!
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Lin Wanshan resolutely chose the easiest way to deal with it. While holding his sword across the sword, he backed away and jumped out of the boundary of the martial arts arena.
In the martial arts arena, Lu Feng pointed his sword at the slightly embarrassed Lin Wanshan, responding to the latter's previous shouting words.
"You are right. It is useless to show off in the face of absolute strength, but no matter how powerful the jackals, tigers and leopards are, they are useless in the face of the speed of the goshawk!"
Lin Wanshan's hand holding the sword suddenly tightened, and angry flames burst out from his eyes. Lu Feng compared himself to a goshawk, and compared him to a jackal, tiger, and leopard, which made him feel a sense of disdain from the latter.
"I want to see how you can be so arrogant!"
"Although Goshawk is fast, under the same circumstances, how much speed can you burst out with your mere Five Elements Realm cultivation!"
Lin Wanshan raised his sword and swung it towards the ground, and then the various weapons scattered on the weapon racks around him flew straight towards Lufeng in an instant.
Lin Wanshan's figure also followed closely behind the many weapons, and the attack from the long sword in his hand became even heavier.
"My nine-level mountain barrier has only displayed three levels of sword power. Let's see if you can take it down to six levels!"
The corner of Lu Feng's lips raised a slight smile, and he could clearly see the trajectory of all the incoming weapons while using his evil-dispelling spiritual eyes, and he used the Little Burial Flower Sword Technique again.
Through flowers and willows!
His figure is like a fish swimming in a shallow stream, and he skillfully dodges many weapons. No matter whether it is a long sword, a broad knife, a spear, or a halberd, it has never hurt him in the slightest. Instead, under the cover of his sword, it is like a whisk.
Willow-like tenderness took them one by one and stood them up all around.
As for Lin Wanshan's figure hidden behind many weapons, Lu Feng also immediately caught sight of it.
Facing the nine-level obstacle of the mountains under the force of Lin Wanshan's six-level sword, Lu Feng changed his response strategy and no longer faced him head-on as before. He also knew that with the strength he could show at the moment, he would definitely not be able to face such a heavy obstacle head-on.
Sword-like.
But as he said before, strength sometimes pales in comparison to absolute speed.
The sixth form of the Little Burial Flower Sword Technique, ‘The Burial Flower Chant!’
For an ordinary person, if he wanted to perform such sword skills, he would have to burn out 99% of the spiritual energy in his body, which would result in death or injury.
But as far as Lu Feng is concerned, he has a spiritual energy reserve and quality that far exceeds that of ordinary people. The speed of operation and the activity of spiritual energy are also very comparable to ordinary people. There is no need to use any secret methods such as burning spirits that damage the body's meridians.
Lin Wanshan felt his eyes blur, and the next moment he saw Lu Feng's figure disappearing in front of him. Instead, a feeling of sorrow and sadness filled his heart, which made him greatly shocked.
sieve!
A cold light approached from behind him.
Lin Wanshan's entire back was soaked with sweat in an instant, and the sword force of the nine-level barrier in the mountains was disrupted by this. He hurriedly raised his sword and tried his best to block back. Finally, at the last moment when Lu Feng's long sword was approaching, he blocked Lin Wanshan's back.
Got off that sharp edge.
This made Lin Wanshan secretly happy. If he hadn't been superior to his opponent in cultivation and strength, he would have been unable to withstand such a strange and fast speed.
'This life-threatening madness is still the same as before!'
After seeing Lu Feng perform the sixth form of the Flower Burial Sword Technique, the Flower Burial Yin, Lin Wanshan no longer had any doubts about his identity and believed that the latter was Lin Liyun.
Among the two techniques of Little Flower Burial Sword Technique, 'Begonia Jing' and 'Flower Burial Yin' are both self-inflicted moves that burn spiritual energy to increase speed. The former burns 50% of the spirit, while the latter burns the whole body.
If I hadn't been immersed in this sword technique for many years, I would never have dared to use it so easily!
At this point, almost no one on the field had any doubts about the identity of Lu Feng and Lin Liyun.
Some are just intolerable and saddened by his lifeless madness and self-destructive fighting.