At the end of the gravel road, two people looked over. These two people were both in their 30s.
One of the leaders looked like he was about 40 years old, "Junior brother is taking action. His sword drawing skills are even more powerful than before. I don't know if Lin Fei can block it."
The person speaking was the fifth junior brother Ye Long, who was also the youngest. He was just 30 years old this year.
"I guess Lin Fei can't resist it. The fifth junior brother has practiced the sword-drawing technique for 10 years. No one has ever been able to block the power of his sword, even if he can stop him from drawing the sword.
How can we block his sword skills? Even a few of us know the flaws in his sword drawing skills, so we can barely resist it. If it were Lin Fei, it would be pretty good if he didn't get hurt.
I might even be embarrassed."
These two people are disciples of the God of War Ye Xuan, and they are also disciples who entered the house, one of only five.
These five people are all talented people, and they are among the best among the younger generation.
I have never paid much attention to the younger generation.
Lin Fei is the most powerful person in the East China Sea. He wiped out the masters in a short period of time and emerged from the sky, which naturally made many people dissatisfied.
They are one of them.
Among the younger generation, only the geniuses of a few families can compete with them. Others are not qualified. As for those from other provinces, they are not even considered.
As soon as they heard that Lin Fei was coming, they all put aside their affairs and came back, wondering for a while what Lin Fei was capable of.
So they asked the fourth junior brother Ye Fan, who had the most bad temper, to take action first to test what level Lin Fei had reached.
Everyone is a strong master, so there really is nothing to be afraid of.
Ye Fan, who was still talking one moment, drew his sword the next moment. The sword was drawn very quickly, leaving only an afterimage, and Ye Fan's drawing of the sword could not be seen at all.
All I saw was that when he raised his hand, he was greeted by a dangerous and creepy aura.
It was obviously just a matter of leading the way, but in the end it developed like this. Zhang Yi didn't know how to explain it. As for getting angry, how dare he get angry? I just hope that Lin Fei can stop Ye Fan from drawing his sword.
Ye Fan pulled out his sword in the blink of an eye, "You can't even block my sword, and you still want to see my master."
Ye Fan's eyes were full of disdain.
Because the knife he just struck did cut through the other party's body. As for whether the other party is alive or dead, this has nothing to do with Mark.
Ye Fan is also very confident in his sword-drawing skills. No matter which warrior he is, even if he is a master, as long as he draws his sword in front of the opponent, there is no third option at all.
"Are you sure you just hit me?"
A lazy sound came from not far away.
As soon as Ye Fan's pupils shrank, he saw Lin Fei, standing where he was just now, no, he was one step away from where he was just now, with a faint smile on his face, but this smile seemed to be full of laughter in ordinary eyes.
A sense of irony.
"You actually avoided my attack. It turns out that what I hit just now was your afterimage. It seems that you still have some strength."
Ye Fan's expression returned to normal, "Then let me show you my real sword skills."
The sword was unsheathed and slashed horizontally.
This sword slash is different from other sword techniques.
This knife is like an arc with ripples.
In an instant, it turned into four attacks, locking Lin Fei in front, back, left and right.
"This is my own sword technique, called Lock, which can lock anyone."
Ye Fan is proud.
He did not practice all the way according to the sword technique, but integrated various sword techniques to create his own sword technique. His strength has greatly improved. At the same master level, his strength is already equivalent to the existence of the grandmaster's great perfection, which is considered a great perfection.
existence is not necessarily his opponent.
"This sword alone is not enough; use as many sword skills as you want, don't hide one hand and show the other, that would be very boring."
Lin Fei still smiled faintly, and looked unconcerned with the incoming sword skills.
"Failed again."
Ye Fan used his sword technique with great confidence, but he didn't expect it to fail. He obviously didn't see how the opponent moved, but what he hit was an afterimage. It can only be said that at the moment of taking action, he had already
left.
Ye Fan could only prove that the opponent's movements were extremely fast, and he was a little angry. He strode forward and slashed out with the sword in his hand.
There is a hint of weirdness in the wide opening and closing, which is hard to guard against. It was obviously facing the chest one moment, but it appeared on the back the next moment.
It can be seen that Ye Fan's mastery of moves has reached the level of proficiency, but such sword skills cannot help Lin Fei.
Lin Fei didn't move anything from beginning to end. He stood with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.
"It seems that you have used all your sword skills, but it's a pity that your sword skills can't touch me."
Ye Fan's temper has also reached its peak, and the failure of his swordsmanship is a huge blow to a swordsman.
"Impossible, my knife will definitely draw blood."
Another slash came, this one breaking through Ye Fan's previous limit.
Lin Fei raised his hand and flicked, only to hear a loud crisp sound, a loud boom, and a wall not far away was smashed through, with a splash and countless water splashes.
It turned out that Ye Fan chopped it off with his sword, but Lin Fei flicked it out with his finger and fell into the water.
"Brother Ye, you are already a big shot, why bother with them?"
A long voice came from the inner courtyard.
It was the voice of Ye Xuan, the First God of War.
"Ye War God, your apprentice's sword skills need to be improved. He slashed me 136 times, but there were 76 flaws among these 136 cuts. Fortunately, he met me. If he met the enemy, don't
It is said that 136 cuts have been made, and he will probably be killed when 13 cuts are made. You have to continue to train me as a disciple."
The two disciples who were standing in the corner watching had their scalps numb.
"He actually saw it. How is it possible? You must know that the flaws in junior brother's sword skills are simply impossible to grasp, so junior brother chose to practice sharp swordsmanship. But now, this Lin Fei is really terrible, with such a person
If we fight, I'm afraid I'll be killed in just a few moves."
Lin Fei's mood was not affected by the arrival of these people, and he walked into the inner courtyard with a faint smile.
In the inner courtyard, there is a rockery, flowing water, pavilions and water pavilions, and a scene of birds singing and the fragrance of flowers.
"The Dongtian Blessed Land in Ye Mansion is indeed different. One month can be worth one year of cultivation here. It is really a good place for cultivation."
"Brother Ye, your eyesight is indeed extraordinary. You can tell right away that my disciples are not convinced. Fortunately, you showed mercy. Otherwise, you would have been embarrassed and sent to my grandma's house."