Chapter six hundred and sixty one: The sword heart is not destroyed
As soon as Feng Weasel moved, an unknown thought flashed through Ling Feng's heart. The slightly squirming sword body, accompanied by the steel spikes that kept extending, instantly reminded Ling Feng of the Titan Demon Warriors of the Titan Empire. Although Feng Weasel
Itachi was completely incompatible with the Titan figurines, but Lingfeng subconsciously made a mistake in his steps and used the Desert Divine Sword Art directly.
"The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight!"
With a loud shout, the entire arena was instantly covered by the sharp sword energy. Wu Yue only felt that his eyes flickered, and the next second he was in the scorching yellow sand desert. The rickety sand dunes were covered in an endless desert.
Black appears suddenly,
Then there was a strong wind, as if it was a passage connecting the sky and the earth. With a piercing roar, a tornado swept over, causing sand and rocks to fly. Wu Yue subconsciously covered her eyes. Almost instantly, the tornado came out of position and swept her away.
Swept within.
With a muffled sound of "bang", Wu Yue was hit hard on the chest and spit out a mouthful of blood. He fell backwards and fell out, and the wind weasel that refused to squirm was stepped on by Ling Feng, hard.
Severely severing its connection with Wu Yue
, the wind weasel covered with spikes has already sprouted more than half of its head, and the front end that looks like a rat makes people look numb. The hair is as thick as a steel cone, and it keeps growing under Ling Feng's feet.
Twisting, accompanied by the sound of howling in the cold wind.
"This is···"
Qiu Lingsheng was completely stunned. Although he was standing outside the ring, the moment Lingfeng performed the Desert Divine Sword Art, the desert appeared in his sight, and the sudden dry yellow sand seemed to be like
In front of his eyes, everything was so real that he didn't even realize that it was Ling Feng's sword move. When Ling Feng's long sword struck him and knocked Wu Yue out with the hilt, Qiu Lingsheng realized that he had actually been struck by the ultimate magic weapon.
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"Hehe, hehe..."
Ye Wushang smiled twice in succession. It was hard to tell whether the laughter was mocking or complacent, but it made Qiu Lingsheng very embarrassed. Ye Wushang did not say anything more, but turned around and left, walking as before.
He was undisciplined, but his back didn't look as sad as usual.
Feng Weasel's unsealing required a large amount of fighting power as energy consumption, and Wu Yue's blood was also needed as a source of energy. Lingfeng originally didn't know how to prevent Feng Weasel from unsealing, but he subconsciously cut off Wu Yue's fighting power.
It just prevented Feng Weasel's true identity from coming out.
Now, the weird spiked sword twisted for a while and finally returned to its original appearance. The cold and hard serrations looked lifeless. Only Ling Feng, who was very close at hand, knew clearly that at that moment, the sword almost turned into a sword.
A terrifying beast.
Wu Yue was half-kneeling on the ground, coughing up blood constantly. One hand was holding his knee to prevent him from falling, and the other hand was constantly changing gestures. He seemed very unwilling to be interrupted before Feng Weasel could unblock him.
, Ling Feng kicked the cold and hard Feng Weasel aside and walked over with a frown on his face.
"The battle between you and me is over, give up."
This sounds cruel, because Wu Yue didn't show her strongest method at all. She just chose the wrong time. Ling Feng directly defeated the army with one move. She was very unwilling. She knew that Ling Feng
Feng's swordsmanship is very wonderful, but for her to successfully unblock it, Ling
It's still unclear whether Feng's Desert Divine Sword will still be effective. In addition, Ling Feng has already held back twice. When he just bullied her, Ling Feng could have killed her with one sword, but he only used his sword.
The handle flew away, Wu Yue became more angry and felt pain in his chest, and several mouthfuls of blood spurted out.
Looking at Wu Yue who was half-kneeling there and vomiting blood, Ling Feng frowned. It was not good to win her, and it was not right to kill her. Losing to her deliberately would be seen by her. Seeing Wu Yue's expression,
She was so desperate that if she could die from vomiting blood, I was afraid she could keep vomiting.
Ye Wushang's departure made Qiu Lingsheng even more sad. Although he was not the only master of Ye Wushang, Qiu Lingsheng always felt ashamed of him. The two people on the stage were standing and the other was kneeling, as if they were
The female swordsman lost, but basically most of the people didn't understand because it was too fast, it just passed by in a blink of an eye, and it became what it is now.
"Ali, go and get that girl settled properly. It's best to stay with her until I come over to find you."
Ling BaTian narrowed his eyes. On the surface, he was just a Sky Fighting Saint, but in reality Ling BaTian was much more than that. He keenly felt that Wu Yue on the stage had been hit hard because Ling Feng
Holding hands twice did not really cause any harm to her. The constant vomiting of blood was caused by her anger and anger.
Paranoia is almost a common problem among geniuses. Ling Batian sighed. Ahri didn’t ask why he wanted to go by himself. Instead, he nodded and ran over. Ling Feng on the stage was a little uncomfortable and started fighting.
He did feel a little excited at that time, but he didn't know whether it was because he encountered more enemies or
He would change as soon as the fight started. He obviously wanted to see how strong the talented swordsman was, but he defeated Wu Yue just before she could use her special skills. Ling Feng felt a little regretful, but he couldn't say it out loud. Fortunately
Ah Li ran over with two servants and quickly helped Wu Yue away.
Ling Feng walked out of the ring with his head pulled, and leaned in front of Ling Ba Tian with a stern expression. Ling Ba Tian smiled in his eyes and said in a teasing tone: "Why, you are not happy after winning?" Ling Feng sighed,
Looking at the direction where Wu Yue was being helped, he said: "I know that her sword can't be faster than mine, so I should give her a chance."
"Why give her a chance? You are dueling with swords. If your sword hadn't been faster than hers, you might have died."
Ling Batian said sideways, Ling Feng shook his head and curled his lips: "She won't really hurt me. If she does, she has many opportunities. She just wants to prove herself, why can't I let her go?"
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"Feng'er, everyone has their own situation. The journey of spiritual practice is inherently accompanied by all kinds of difficulties and obstacles. It is not just a moment of compassion and kindness that can help others practice. Sometimes, a big mountain is far more powerful than a gentle arm.
It’s effective, I’ll go see this girl, and come back when you figure it out.”
Ling Batian turned around and left. Ling Feng was slightly stunned. These words were actually not difficult to understand, but he always knew more about the truth than practiced it. Ling Feng shook his head and turned to Piaoye Lake with his hands behind his back.
I walked in the direction and read the full text of Huang Zun Jiutian.
Wu Yue's injuries were just as Ling Batian felt, not too serious. What's more, the swordsman's body was very strong, and some flesh injuries could be ignored. Therefore, when Ling Batian came to see her, Wu Yue had no symptoms.
Seriously, Ah Li was sitting by the bed, peeling a fruit, and she didn't know what she was saying excitedly. But Wu Yue, who was lying on the bed, just smiled lightly, with an expression of boundless loneliness.
disappointment.
"Dad, are you here?"
Ahli turned around and saw Ling Batian, narrowed his eyes and smiled. Ling Batian nodded happily and signaled Ah Li to leave first. Ah Li pursed her lips, stuffed the peeled fruit into Ling Batian's hand, and patted it.
He clapped his hands, greeted Wu Yue playfully, and walked out.
Ling BaTian sat down, with a tall and straight posture, thick eyebrows and leopard eyes. Wu Yue straightened his body unconsciously and wanted to get up to return the greeting, but Ling BaTian waved his hand to stop him, "Senior, forgive me.
Sin." Wu Yue lowered his head,
Ling Batian stared at the cold-looking girl in front of him. Ling Batian had heard the name of the talented swordsman for a long time, but he didn't know that the one who was chosen by the Sword God and had a good chance of winning the Tianti Mountain in the future was actually a
woman.
"I'm here to ask you, do you still want to beat Ling Feng?"
Ling BaTian spoke, Wu Yue was slightly startled, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, but was instantly replaced by loneliness, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, Wu Yue coughed and said: "Senior, could you be joking, I've already been
I was defeated by him for the first time, and I survived because of Master Ling's mercy. How can I dare to hope that I can defeat him?"
"Then do you think Ling Feng wants to humiliate you by letting you live?"
Ling Batian's face was slightly cold, and Wu Yue hurriedly explained: "Senior, I misunderstood. Wu Yue has never thought of it this way." "Since you don't think so, why are you lying here?" Ling Batian's rhetorical question was a bit disappointing.
Wu Yue was at a loss as to what to do. Wu Yue sat up straight, looking slightly panicked.
"Is it difficult to climb to heaven?" Ling Batian then asked.
"Difficult." Wu Yue returned almost without any hesitation.
"Is it difficult for Jiang Yue to conquer the mainland?" Ling Batian asked again.
"Difficult..." Wu Yue hesitated for a few seconds this time. As a native of Jiang Yue, Wu Yue would hesitate when hearing such a question. But the fact is that it is a blessing for the weak Jiang Yue to exist, so why not mention it?
Aiming to conquer the mainland is just Wu Yue's dream, and he can only think about it in his dreams.
"Is it difficult to die then?" Ling Batian's expression was a bit cold, as if he was asking questions.
Wu Yue nodded and replied: "It's difficult."
"It's hard to reach the sky, but you are still practicing. It's hard for Jiang Yue to strengthen the country, but you are still working hard for it. It's hard to die, but you are still alive. So, is it still difficult to defeat Ling Feng?" Ling Batian smiled coldly,
With his thick eyebrows raised, Wu Yue suddenly realized.
"Thank you, senior." There was a glint in Wu Yue's eyes again. Ling Batian stood up and left with a smile, without saying any more words. As soon as he walked out, Ling Feng came in from outside the door.
I don’t know whether it was because she had an instinctive resistance after being defeated twice by his hand, or because Ling Feng kept his hand several times to embarrass her. Wu Yue’s mentality after being taught by Ling Batian suddenly darkened, “There is something I want to ask.
Ask you." Ling Feng was not polite and sat down on the stool that his father had just warmed up, staring at Wu Yuedao.
Wu Yue's cheeks were hot and she didn't dare to look directly at Ling Feng. After all, she was just a sixteen-year-old girl. If she hadn't been walking around the mainland with a big sword on her back all year round, in this King's Landing City, she would have been in her golden years. "
What's going on?" Wu Yue turned away her eyes and asked in a cold tone.
"Stay with me and join my Dao Sect." Ling Feng's eyes were shining, and Wu Yue was shocked.
"Why should I join your Dao Sect? I am a disciple of the Sword God, and there is a sword pavilion here." Wu Yue raised his head, with a hint of doubt in his tone.
"Because you want to defeat me, only if you join our Taoist sect will I teach you my skills. At the same time, you can also find my flaws. How about that?" Ling Feng raised his eyebrows, and Wu Yue was instantly moved.