Nine hundred and fortieth IX, how is this possible
"Brother~"
Lin Xiaojin's eyes were already red at this time. How could she not see Lu Feng's situation at this moment? In her mind, she recalled the scene when Lin Liyun was vomiting blood and comatose for several days after using such a sword. Lin Xiaojin's heart was extremely uneasy.
Well aware of the physical load brought by such swordsmanship, Lin Xiaojin's brows showed even more self-blame and guilt than before.
If she had known this would happen, she would have never let Lu Feng learn this swordsmanship.
If possible, she really wanted to risk her life for him.
Lin Wanxia on one side seemed to be able to feel Lin Xiaojin's mood. She held the latter's hand and patted her lovingly, calming her emotions.
But what no one noticed was that her wrinkled face had an unusually complicated expression at the moment.
Zhong Sanxiao also had a look of emotion on his face at this time. He never expected that Lin Liyun could practice the Little Burial Flower Sword Technique to such an extent after not seeing each other for more than three years.
Feeling the sword intent emanating from it, it was sad, desolate, and pitiful, mixed with a hint of depression and injustice, which made him feel a little ashamed after having been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for many years.
'The Lin family has a heir!'
While Zhong Sanxiao was sighing with emotion, he couldn't help but feel a look of relief on his face. Thinking of the sword wounds Lu Feng had left on Lin Jinran and the others, he already understood the latter's intention.
Looking to one side, Lin Baijian's gaze showed a bit of chilliness without any reservation.
At that time, on the martial arts field.
Wearing flowers and brushing willows, Begonias are frightened;
An inch of love, sharing the same fate;
The fragrance fades and the red disappears, and the buried flowers sing!
Lin Wanshan could only resist passively under the continuous display of Lu Feng's Xiao Zhanhua Sword Technique. The speed covered by the Zhanhua Yin also made it impossible for him to find any chance to counterattack.
At this moment, he finally understood how Lu Feng dared to call himself a goshawk and compare it to a jackal.
Such speed is indeed arrogant!
What a pity, how long can it last at such a speed?
Lin Wanshan sneered in his heart. Although he was tired of defense, he was able to protect himself with his own strength. As long as Lu Feng burned out the spiritual energy around him, he could turn around and kill him. Suddenly, Lin Wanshan's eyebrows condensed,
He clearly felt that Lu Feng's offensive had slowed down by three points, which made him very happy. He also knew that the latter was about to reach its limit.
Seizing Lu Feng's pause, Lin Wanshan counterattacked with his sword, finally having the chance to display the nine layers of mountain barrier again.
A sword pierced Lu Feng's throat!
The next moment, Lu Feng's reaction made Lin Wanshan tremble.
Lu Feng didn't retreat but advanced instead, facing the attack of his sword. The long sword in his hand was instantly lifted under his long sword, and he was pulled to the side by the force.
‘This is...an immortal guide!?’
‘Isn’t this the move from that guy Baige’s soft sword of gravel?’
'How could he do that?'
Except for Lin Wanshan, everyone present also had such doubts in their hearts.
On the other side of the martial arts arena, six servants carried three stretchers to Lin Jinran and the others to the square. Two pharmacists were protecting them, one behind the other, with extremely nervous expressions.
When Lu Feng performed this move, the three people on the stretcher were also shocked at the same time. The original shouts of pain were interrupted by this, and Lin Baige subconsciously raised his neck, looking incredible.
"No, this is not a fairy guide!"
Lin Baige and Zhong Sanxiao in the distance said in unison.
The next moment, everyone suddenly saw Lu Feng's sword deflected. In Lin Wanshan's shocked eyes, the long sword he held in his hand swept away from the tip of the sword that was originally holding Lin Wanshan, and slashed towards his wrist.
‘Flowers hidden under leaves?’
'Is this my Overlord Sword Technique?'
Lin Manjiang endured the pain all over his body and said, 'Did he learn it when he fought with us just now?'
Lin Jinran's expression became extremely strange, 'If this is the case, then his swordsmanship talent is too evil.'
Lin Baige had doubts: 'But when will I, the immortal guide, be able to connect to the flowers hidden under the leaves of Manjiang River?'
Lin Manjiang was also confused, "These two ways of moving Qi and making moves are completely different. My domineering and fierce ways, and your soft and gentle ways, how can they be connected?"
On the field, only Zhong Sanxiao could see Lu Feng's sword skills. At first, he also thought that the latter was prepared and had learned the sword skills of Lin Baige and Lin Manjiang beforehand.
However, upon closer inspection, I found that the sword style has its own shape but not its meaning. It just happens to be similar, and it is definitely not the same sword technique.
The long sword in Lu Feng's hand had reached the root of Lin Wanshan's wrist at this moment. Just as Zhong Sanxiao said, what he was using was not the sword technique of Lin Manjiang and Lin Baige, but the Po Feng technique of the seventh senior brother of the Qinghe Sect.
Derived combat skills, designed to remove the opponent's long sword.
The so-called immortal showed the way to the flowers hidden under the leaves, but he was familiar with the battle between Lin Baige and the two, and instinctively integrated into the current battle situation.
When the swordsmanship attained Lu Feng's level of swordlessness, he had already transcended ordinary moves. Every move showed the true meaning of swordsmanship, and the sword moves he performed were definitely beyond the comparison of Lin Baige and the other two.
Lin Wanshan was forced by the force of the sword and instinctively raised his wrist and stepped back, trying to avoid the sharp edge of Lu Feng's sword.
But unexpectedly, Lu Feng seemed to have expected it. The moment he raised his wrist, his long sword made a series of moves.
Under such a situation, how could Lin Wanshan withstand such strength!
With just a slight pick, the long sword in his hand was picked out of his hand.
The sharp-eyed people present could not help but be shocked by this simple action. How could Zhong Sanxiao and others not see that Hao Ran had reached the standard of the basic sword style - 'picking the sword'!
Lin Wanshan's long sword was pulled out of his hand, and the look of anger on his face became even more obvious. He suddenly clenched his loose hand, and the ring on his middle finger instantly emitted a mysterious aura, and then a strong aura enveloped his palm.
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Before Lu Feng could pick up the sword and fall back, Lin Wanshan grabbed Lu Feng's sword blade with his bare hands, and used the force of the grip to twist his body and grab the long sword that had been thrown away with his left hand.
But the next moment, he suddenly felt his hands loosen, and then he froze in place, not daring to move any further.
Lu Feng abandoned his sword and stood up, with a slender white finger directly touching Lin Wanshan's throat.
'Was it expected again?'
Cold sweat appeared on Lin Wanshan's forehead. Thinking back to the flaw Lu Fengfeng had exposed earlier, he couldn't help but be horrified, 'Did he do it on purpose?'
'From that moment on, was everything planned by him?'