The carriage was driving rapidly on the carriage road in Jiangzhou Fucheng.
Not long after, the carriage arrived in front of Tai Zhen Martial Arts School.
Lu Changfeng and the two paid for the carriage.
Get off the car and walk into Tai Zhen Martial Arts School.
Under the leadership of the disciples of Taizhen Martial Arts School, Lu Changfeng and the others entered the living room. After waiting for a while, Sikong Jue walked out.
Perhaps due to the recovery from his injury, Sikong Jue's complexion improved a lot.
"Brother Lu is here today, but he wants to continue the competition with me today." Sikong Jue smiled slightly and said.
Lu Changfeng stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pressed Sikong Jue's arm, "Are you really healed?"
The moment he touched Sikong Jue’s body.
A copy prompt appeared on the interface in my mind.
Lu Changfeng directly selected Sikong Jue’s bloodline talent [Ancient Sword Bone Dragon 0.5%]!
"Warning! Copying this talent will cause great physical changes!"
"The host will endure a certain amount of pain!"
"Would you like to hold the transfer?"
Lu Changfeng was slightly startled. This was the first time he encountered such a situation. "After suspending the transmission, do I still need to continue to contact Sikong Jue to copy?"
"No need to contact again, this interface has successfully copied the bloodline talent."
Lu Changfeng looked at his copy interval. Sure enough, it had become forty-nine days again. The fourth copy opportunity this year had been used up.
"Transmission on hold."
Lu Changfeng thought to himself, listening to what the interface said, copying the bloodline talent will cause a big reaction in the body, so you still have to find a place where there is no one to copy.
Lu Changfeng's mind turned over and over again before he made a decision. In fact, it seemed to Sikong Jue that he was just stunned for two or three moments.
Sikong Jue replied: "Don't worry, my injury has healed, then let's go to the martial arts field."
Lu Changfeng came to his senses and realized that today's main task has been completed.
As for the competition... Lu Changfeng just used the unfinished competition as a pretext to complete the task.
Previously, at the seventh level of blood forging, Lu Changfeng was able to overpower Sikong Jue.
Now Lu Changfeng has broken through to the eighth level of blood forging.
The outcome of the discussion with Sikong Jue is obvious.
However, the acting should be carried out to the end.
Lu Changfeng thought for a moment and said, "Don't go to the martial arts arena. Let's find a place to spar in private."
Hearing this, Sikong Jue looked at Lu Changfeng with slight gratitude. Lu Changfeng did not want the results of the competition to be leaked.
As for winning or losing in the competition, Sikong Jue himself doesn’t think he can beat Sikong Jue without using his bloodline ability.
This time, he did not plan to use the power of blood.
"Then come with me."
Sikong Jue said.
He took a step forward and led Lu Changfeng and the two to a smaller venue.
This is a private place set aside by Taizhen Martial Arts Hall for Sikong Jue to practice in daily life, and no one will disturb him.
"Brother Lu, let's get started." Sikong Jue came to a distant place and stood still.
Lu Changfeng slowly pulled out the Qiu Shui Sword.
The two of them have experienced the last battle and are already extremely skilled at each other.
"Shua!"
This time, it was Lu Changfeng who made the first move.
The storm sword intent is added to the body.
In an instant, Lu Changfeng transformed into a blue sword dragon and attacked Sikong Jue.
Sikong Jue's green and white sword intent spread over his body, and he raised his sword to resist.
The two of them exchanged dozens of moves in the blink of an eye.
The strength shown by two top blood-forged swordsmen.
Teng Xiaofan, who was watching the case, was speechless. With such terrifying attack speed and power, no one would believe them if they were martial artists.
As Lu Changfeng devoured more and more swordsmanship, Lu Changfeng's imitation without moves became more terrifying.
Every time you draw a sword, there are countless changes in sword techniques.
Obviously the last move was a special move from another swordsmanship, but the next move can suddenly become another special move specifically aimed at you.
The beating made Sikong Jue extremely uncomfortable, and it was very painful to be suppressed.
This is the result of Lu Changfeng only using the seventh level of blood-forging power.
As the exchange of moves progressed, Lu Changfeng clearly felt that Sikong Jue was getting more and more uncomfortable.
And it can be seen that he has no intention of using his bloodline ability.
Lu Changfeng no longer held back, and used all his remaining strength. His sword speed increased greatly! He decided to end the competition!
Lu Changfeng used all his strength, and Sikong Jue's expression immediately changed. He didn't expect that Lu Changfeng had suppressed his strength just now.
In just a few days, Lu Changfeng made another breakthrough.
Sikong Jue barely blocked three swords, but Lu Changfeng suppressed him with the strength and speed of the eighth level of blood forging. Suddenly, his sword was like the wind, and the long sword in Sikong Jue's hand was knocked away.
"Brother Lu, your strength has increased greatly, but you have broken through to the eighth level of blood forging?" Sikong Jue simply raised his hand and admitted defeat and asked.
Lu Changfeng didn't hide anything, and nodded gently, "It's a lucky break to break through the eighth level of blood forging."
"Brother Lu's talent is really extraordinary." Sikong Jue said with admiration.
What a fluke, he himself has been trapped in the seventh level of blood training for who knows how many years.
These days, it is rare to hear of warriors who can break through to the eighth level of blood forging before the age of thirty.
Lu Changfeng's talent is indeed far beyond ordinary people.
"I am not as talented as Brother Lu. I have already prepared that if I pass this level, I will retreat and break through to the Yijin Realm." Sikong Jue said in a deep voice.
This level?
Lu Changfeng looked at Sikong Jue's expression and guessed that he was preparing to return to the family.
"Proceed with caution. Is there anything I can do to help you within my ability?" Lu Changfeng could only say this.
With his current power and strength, he still cannot let the Sikong family, one of the eight major martial arts families in the south of the Yangtze River, let Sikong Jue go free.
The elders of the Broken Moon Sect, the masters behind the scenes, and Taihonghui’s in-laws are not the strongest relationships of interest after all.
Unless Lu Changfeng uses the power of the Holy Demon Sect, by then, the martial arts world will probably not be able to integrate him.
At least the identity of Lu Changfeng can no longer be used.
"Don't worry, I don't need your help, Brother Lu. I have my own plan." Sikong Jue said in a concentrated voice, with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.
No one knows what Sikong Jue has planned.
"Then I'll take my leave first." Lu Changfeng said goodbye and left.
Prepare to return to the martial arts gym to fuse the copied bloodline talents.
"Goodbye." Sikong Jue waved goodbye and watched Lu Changfeng and the others leave.
There is an additional figure on one side, it is Yuan Zhen of Tai Zhen Martial Arts School with white hair and beard.
"Master, I really envy Brother Lu for being so free." Sikong Jue said, with true longing revealed in his eyes.
If I could be as carefree as Lu Changfeng, with no bloodline shackles on my body and no family shackles behind me, that would be so happy.
"Have you made plans?" Yuan Zhen sighed and said.
He is just the owner of a martial arts school with a history of less than a hundred years. Compared with the Sikong family, a martial arts family that has been passed down for thousands of years, the difference between an ant and an elephant is basically the same.
Therefore, he could only watch helplessly as his most outstanding disciple was thrown into the sea of fire.
Sikong Jue opened the medicine bottle, took out a purple pill, raised his head and swallowed it.
"I have taken a highly toxic poison. If I don't take the antidote within three days, I will definitely die."
"If Sikong Tuxiong doesn't give up his position as the head of the family to me within three days, I won't take the antidote, so let's let this bloodline be cut off."
"Master, my disciple takes my leave."
Sikong Jue slowly walked out of the martial arts hall and headed towards Sikong's home.
Yuan Zhen stood there, leaning forward, and finally couldn't take that step.
The moment he stood still again, Yuan Zhen seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant.