"I've met Master." Wu Yue clasped his hands in his fists, wearing a clean swordsman's robe. His hair was simply tied into a bun with a wooden crested hairpin, and his whole body was filled with the unique charm of a swordsman.
Chic and capable, with slender eyebrows
Her eyes still had the same ordinary face, but now it seemed to have a bit more flavor. I don't know if it was because she came to help in the Canyon of Doomsday or because of the gentleman's agreement. In short, when Ling Feng saw her again, she turned out to be...
There is such a hint of joy.
After paying homage to Qiu Lingsheng, Wu Yue turned to look at Ling Feng, cupped his hands slightly, and Wu Yue said softly: "Mr. Ling, we meet again."
Ling Feng glanced at Qiu Lingsheng behind Wu Yue, and returned with a smile: "We originally agreed to have a fight, and it just happened to be resolved conveniently. There will be no need to shout about fighting or killing when we meet in the future."
Wu Yue's expression moved slightly, and there was a hint of entanglement in his eyebrows. However, the entanglement was resolved in an instant, and was replaced by a serious expression. Today, Wu Yue changed his sword, and it was the same as the one Ling Feng saw in the Doomsday Canyon.
Different from the big blue sword, this sword
It was wrapped in white silk, and the layers of white silk tightly wrapped the big sword with enough room in the palm. It seemed that the hilt was covered with spikes, which made people feel numb. Let’s not talk about the sword.
What's the point? It's just that the handle of the sword hurt the person holding the sword before he could take action.
"Wu Yue of the Jiangyue Kingdom, I would like to ask Ling Feng, the master of the Raya Kingdom, for advice. Today's battle will be a fair competition, no matter life or death."
"Miss Wu has said it before, we are just fighting swords and exchanging ideas, there is no talk of life or death." Ling Feng said with a smile. Wu Yue glanced at Ling Feng inexplicably, with an expression that seemed to say, are you kidding? Ling Feng
Feng looked at Wu Yue blankly, and Qiu Lingsheng suddenly interjected: "As a swordsman, how can I compete for fun? When the sword is unsheathed, life or death will be determined!"
Ling Feng hurriedly looked at Ye Wushang. Although Ye Wushang didn't speak, his expression was obviously the same as Qiu Lingsheng's. Ling Feng frowned. Whether it was Ye Wushang or Qiu Lingsheng, they were both important to him.
Help is both rare and indispensable. What's more, although Wu Yue wants to duel with Ling Feng wholeheartedly, she is aboveboard and very admired by Ling Feng. Letting her die here is really not what Ling Feng wants.
Ling Feng wanted to refuse immediately, but facing Ye Wushang and Qiu Lingsheng, he had no way of refusing, and Ling Batian outside the venue seemed not to be prepared to intervene, so Ling Feng had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk onto the ring in the middle of the martial arts arena.
, the arena has a standard format, ten meters wide, fifteen meters long, and three meters high. Almost all competition arenas are exactly the same.
Watching the two people enter the ring, in order to prevent them from being disturbed, Ye Wushang ordered the protective shield of the ring to be opened. After the energy of the transparent talisman array fluctuated, the life and death battle between Ling Feng and Wu Yue began.
"I really didn't expect that this competition would involve life and death."
Ling Feng said very depressed, Wu Yue's face was as dark as water, and from the moment he entered the ring, his whole person turned into a sword, with an edge but not exposed, but giving people a chilling feeling. She just looked at it
Ling Feng glanced at him, not intending to answer. Ling Feng sighed helplessly, a light flashed in his hand, and the Seven-Star Sword that had not been used for a long time appeared again.
With a three-foot sword body and a two-fingered cold edge, this kind of sword is only wider than the thin sword used by women. Wu Yue was defeated by this sword in the first place. Although it is not the same sword, seeing this difference
"Wu Yue's shoulders shook, and the big sword behind him soared into the sky, and then fell steadily into Wu Yue's hands. Feng Weasel is the name of this sword. Generally speaking, swords with names are very famous weapons.
Either it is of superior quality, or its original owner is very famous.
Ling Feng couldn't remember the origin of Feng Weasel, so he followed Wu Yue's example and threw up the Seven Star Sword. The sword was small and light, and Ling Feng caught it gracefully, but it was still inferior to a big sword that was as tall as a man.
Points, "Seven Star Sword, please." Swordsmen have their own way of dueling.
The rituals that must be observed are: first of all, before the duel begins, it is necessary to declare that there will be no consequences, and then to protect each other's names and places of origin. The reporting of names and places of origin here is not just a courtesy, but it evolved to prevent the duel from going wrong and seeking revenge between the two parties.
of rules.
Ling Feng and Wu Yue are old acquaintances. They are not very familiar with each other, but they are not strangers. What's more, they have Qiu Lingsheng's relationship. The tedious details of the duel are omitted. They just draw their swords and start. Wu Yue presses his hands.
The hilt of the sword is held, and the sword is placed on the ring.
Above, the arena was made of the hardest stone, but it still had a few scratches from the big sword. Only a soft shout was heard, and a green light lingered, and a strange-looking sword appeared.
The big sword appeared in Wu Yue's hand.
Whether it's a broadsword or a thin sword like this unique sword in Ling Feng's hand, they all have several features in common, such as double-sided blades and blood grooves on the blade. However, the Feng Weasel in Wu Yue's hand has several similar features.
No, the sword, which is obviously nearly twice as thick as an ordinary sword, is covered with spikes like wolf fangs. The spikes are flat and have a certain arc. They are connected with the sword body and look like a bolt of electricity.
The saw blade is average.
This was clearly a flattened mace, not a sword at all. Ling Feng's eyes showed a hint of surprise. How could such a persistent swordsman like Wu Yue allow her to use such a weapon? Either the weapon had extraordinary powers.
Either there was someone forcing her to do it, Ling Feng stopped thinking about it, and the Seven-Star Sword in her hand danced with a few sword flowers, and then with a stroke of the handle, the perfect starting position was reproduced.
For any martial artist, whether he is a fighter or a warrior, a good starting position is a necessary factor for victory in the battle, especially when the strength of the two sides is not much different. Ling Feng no longer has the body of a blood demon.
The abnormal power he brought was just his own
Wu Yue, who is a Sky Fighting Saint at the peak level, has been separated for many years, and his own strength has also entered the threshold of Sky Fighting Saint. Although there is a slight gap in rank, in terms of energy intensity, Wu Yue is not necessarily better than Ling.
How much weaker is the wind? Living with the teacher: The latest chapter of the romantic student.
"Impeccable, perfect." Rao Shi Qianqiu Yijianqiu Lingsheng couldn't help but admire Ling Feng's starting move. On the other hand, Wu Yue, unless she could use the same starting move as Ling Feng,
Otherwise, just at this beginning, she would be at a disadvantage.
During the imperial college entrance exam, Wu Yue was directly frightened away by Ling Feng's attack. Fundamentally speaking, the two of them had never really fought. Ling Feng didn't want to hurt Wu Yue in his heart, but with the sword in his hand, in his bones
The enthusiasm could not be suppressed. Ling Feng looked at Wu Yue, and he was very torn in his heart. On the one hand, he hoped that she would stop and the two sides would not be harmonious. On the other hand, he wanted to have a good fight with this talented swordsman. Look at this
What kind of water bottle is the world's top swordsman?
"Well, exactly the same." The little fox stood obediently next to Ling Batian. Her lavender dress made her look like an elf, very dazzling. Ling Batian turned around and glanced at the little fox, smiling lowly.
He asked in a loud voice: "Ali, do you want him to win or lose?"
Ah Li's big eyes were staring at Ling Feng and Wu Yue in the field. At this time, Wu Yue actually used the same starting hand as Ling Feng. Listening to Ling Batian's question, the little fox narrowed his eyes.
He smiled without any pretense: "I hope he is happy, winning or losing is not important."
Ling Batian's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but look at Ahri a few more times. During the month when Ling Feng was away, Ling Batian also learned about Ling Feng's experience in more than one year from many aspects. As far as he knew, Ahri did not
She is not the only woman who has a relationship with Ling Feng. He has always had a question, that is, not
Both Ling Feng and his subordinates naturally regarded Ah Li as the mistress of Piaoyeju, but Ling Batian did not see any management talent in Ah Li. If it was just her appearance, that
Su Xiaoqi, who shows up a few times from time to time, seems to be more attractive than Ah Li.
Fathers always have some thoughts that others cannot guess, but today Ling Batian finally understood it, so he smiled happily. A man will never be short of women in his life. In the colorful world, as long as he has the ability and power,
, If you have money, women are just by-products. But if you want to truly become a man and experience the happiness bestowed on your body by heaven and earth, you can only find a woman who truly loves you.
Ah Li undoubtedly loves Ling Feng, because in her eyes, only Ling Feng is happy is what she wants to see. Ling Ba Tian stroked his beard and smiled happily, pursed his lips and said: "I hope he can
Lose." "Why? Dad?" Ah
Li wrinkled her nose playfully, this is Ah Li, she can act coquettish and make faces as she pleases, but no one will feel uncomfortable. Ling Batian laughed and pointed at Ling Feng's back: "If he wins, this
The girl’s sword heart is dead.”
"Ah? What do you mean?" Ah Li asked blankly. Ling Batian was waiting for an explanation when suddenly Ling Feng in the field moved. He gave up the treatment.
Ling Feng had a half-smile on his face. There was no flaw in his starting move. This was definitely not a boast. If not, he wouldn't have put in so much effort to learn it. If he wanted to break this starting move, it would be easiest.
It is also the only way, that is to use the same hand gesture, which Ling Feng used in his previous life.
It took me nearly half a year to realize this and learn it. Unexpectedly, Wu Yue's understanding was not lower than mine, and from a time perspective, Wu Yue seemed to be a little bit ahead of him. It took him one year to learn this perfect move.
Style was also a big challenge for Ling Feng in his previous life.
"If a tree is as beautiful as the forest, the wind will destroy it!" Ling Feng suddenly chanted a sentence. Wu Yue did not move. Following these words, Ling Feng's figure instantly turned into a gust of wind, and only the sword could be seen.
The flying Qi was like a hurricane attack, and the entire arena was filled with sword Qi bursting out. The sword Qi made a banging sound. Every time it hit the shield, the transparent shield would shine with a ball of light.
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"What a fast sword!" Ling Batian couldn't help but exclaimed. Although he knew that the sword energy was created by Ling Feng, it was a bit rude for a father to blatantly praise his son, but Ling Batian couldn't help it.
"Xiaoye, you found one
Good apprentice." Qiu Lingsheng squinted his eyes slightly, his wrinkled face was quite calm. Ye Wushang, who was standing aside, shook his head and said in a deep voice: "He is not my apprentice, and I am not his master.
I just taught him something."
"Xiaoye, if Yueyue loses, will you feel better?" Qiu Lingsheng then asked.
"Back then, Liu Sheng learned Kuai Dao Sword, Liu Bai learned Gang Dao Sword, and I learned Guild Dao Sword. Of the three sword techniques, I was the only one who lost to Liu Bai. I just want to know, is it because what you taught me is not as good as theirs, or what?
I'm not as good as them." There were two dark looks in Ye Wushang's eyes that he had never seen before. Qiu Lingsheng's lips moved slightly. He wanted to say something but in the end he didn't say it. He only sighed deeply.