C277 Kill as Much as You Want?
C277 Kill as Much as You Want?
In the Sky Mountain Restaurant, they spoke words to provoke Lin Feng. Leng Yue was tyrannical to the extreme, directly using his blade to slash at the side of Lin Feng and the others, but Lin Feng remained silent, incomparably calm. They thought that Lin Feng was weak and cowardly, but at the moment, the imposing aura that was being released made them understand that it was not that he did not dare, but rather, it was because he was disdainful, and did not care at all about the blade concept that was infused with Leng Yue's body.
Feeling this incomparably sharp sword force, Leng Yue frowned slightly. The current Lin Feng, was even sharper than him, perhaps this was the real Lin Feng, who had revealed his fangs.
Even though the opponent was very strong, Leng Yue was still not afraid. He did not cower, because the reason why Leng Yue was able to understand the essence of the blade, was because he truly loved the blade, understood the blade, and understood the name of the Young Master Dao. It was not because of his reputation, but because he was arrogant, arrogant, and looked down on everyone, but this did not mean that he had talent.
With the waning of light and the waning of the moon in his hand, the cold light was as clear and as cold as the moon.
"The upper grade Spirit Treasure is a crescent moon, yet Leng Yue was forced to use the crescent moon by him. Who is this person and why have I never heard of him before?"
Many of them thought to themselves, that at the moment, Leng Yue's heart was not distracted, his entire being was like a blade, he had merged with the blade, and was extremely sharp.
"I admit that I've whispered about you, but compared to me, you're still lacking." With the crescent moon in his hands, Young Master Dao's body once again blossomed with the feeling of looking down on the world. He looked down on everyone else and still did not place Lin Feng in his eyes.
"I, Leng Yue, cultivated in the sword at the age of five, and in the Bright Moon Sect, I do not have any harmful blade techniques or martial skills. I cultivate in the midst of self-enlightenment, comprehend the Blade Force, and step into the Minute Subtlety realm, within a year, I have defeated countless people from the same sect in the Bright Moon Sect.
Leng Yue slowly said, looking down on everyone. When the crowd heard his words, they all secretly nodded, Leng Yue, was indeed a genius, stepping into the Minute Subtlety realm, self-created blade technique, impressive, this point, even Lin Feng might not be as good as him.
"You don't understand sabers at all. The so-called genius of yours is only comparable to some mediocre people." Lin Feng sneered: "I am different from you. Cultivating the sword, only has a little more than a year, and I have also self-comprehended a few sword techniques. You, come and try it."
"More than a year?" Lin Feng was cultivating the sword, and it had only been a little more than a year? How could he be so strong in more than a year?
Also, when Lin Feng said that Leng Yue did not understand the Dao, even geniuses would compare to mediocre people. This did not mean that they, Lin Feng, were unconvinced.
"Good. Remember, this move is called Solitary Shadow."
Leng Yue said slowly. He took a small step forward, no longer possessing the power of a blade that covered the sky, but a restrained blade, a fine blade.
"Lonely Shadow!"
He muttered softly, his saber light flashing. Lonely and like a shadow, he was at a loss with no direction.
Even the blade itself had no direction. Although there was only one blade, the falling blade seemed to contain millions of variations, like shadows, shadows, and so on, so how could one capture it? No one could withstand the falling blade.
In the past, Leng Yue only needed to use this move to instantly kill his opponent who was at the same level as him.
When the lone shadow appeared, even ghosts and gods were startled. No one had received such a fine cut before, and furthermore, the current Leng Yue was using a high-grade spirit artifact, the crescent blade.
"Lin Feng, you're dead."
"This slash, is basically unsolvable. Ruyue, as expected of the Young Master Dao, Bing Yuan is far inferior to him."
When the crowd saw the concept contained within this blade strike, their hearts trembled. They vaguely understood why there was someone who would die when the Young Master Dao's blade was unleashed.
A lonely and formless blade slashed down, the crowd seemed to have seen Lin Feng being killed on the spot, kacha, a light sound rang out, causing everyone's pupils to suddenly constrict.
"What's going on?"
The hearts of the crowd shook violently, the crescent blade cut downwards, it was as lonely as a shadow, but Lin Feng, did not, just stood there, in front of Lin Feng, a sword, standing there, it was very ordinary, but on this sword, another blade was struck onto it, and could not advance even half a step, this blade that was blocked by the plain and ordinary sword, was, impressively, a crescent moon.
"How is this possible?"
The gaze of the crowd was fixated on the ordinary sword, which simply stood there, but blocked the lonely blade, so much that no one could clearly see how Lin Feng did it.
"Like I said, you don't understand sabers."
Lin Feng said in a calm voice. Looking at Leng Yue's disbelieving gaze, he slowly waved his sword, releasing a cold light from the nine prefectures.
"Minute Subtlety!"
Leng Yue's heart trembled violently, the blade entered into fine, blocking in front of the sword, but he heard a clear sound. The crescent blade flew into the air, accompanied by a trickle of blood, Leng Yue's body retreated frantically, abandoning the sword, if he did not step into the Advanced Level, Lin Feng's brilliant sword would have killed him.
Lin Feng stretched out his hand, catching the crescent moon in his hand. He immediately swung it out, and said: "Tyrant Blade!"
Ba Dao's gaze focused as he caught the crescent moon Lin Feng had thrown at him. A brilliant light flashed through the pupils under the mask.
As expected, Lin Feng kept his promise and gave him the crescent moon. Although it was to steal it, it was not important.
Lin Feng had long anticipated that Leng Yue would make a move against him, so this crescent, no matter whether or not he had auctioned it off at that time, would all be his.
Leng Yue lowered his head, and looked at the long trail of blood on his arm, his gaze frozen there. His blade, didn't even have the chance to touch Lin Feng, and Lin Feng was able to easily block it.
He, Leng Yue, had said that Lin Feng was going to die, and die under this lonely shadow, it was enough to make one feel proud, but the reality was very sarcastic. It was just as Lin Feng said, he, Leng Yue, did not understand the dao of swords.
"I comprehended the sword when I was young, yet he, who cultivated the sword for over a year, easily defeated me. My pride, exactly what did I rely on? Where did my pride come from?"
Leng Yue questioned himself as doubts arose from the bottom of his heart. He doubted himself as well as the name of the genius.
"The lonely shadow that I'm proud of was easily blocked by him. Maybe I really don't understand sabers."
A tinge of sadness emerged in Leng Yue's heart, a tinge of sadness and dejection. His pride had been shattered by Lin Feng.
Sensing the decadence on Leng Yue's body, Lin Feng smiled coldly. Whoever insults Mengqing, dies!
"Kill!"
Taking a step forward, an endless amount of Sword Qi surged out, causing the hearts of the spectators to tremble. Leng Yue, was he going to be killed by Lin Feng?
Another genius was about to perish?
Lin Feng's sword was incomparably dazzling. The current Leng Yue was dispirited, and had given up all fighting spirit, looking at Lin Feng's sword being swung down in an instant, his eyes were unfathomable, uncomprehending, for more than ten years cultivating his blade, it was so unbearable.
"Scram!"
At this time, a phantom image appeared. In the distance, behind Leng Yue, a figure was slashing towards him like an incomparably sharp blade, and he was just like a blade, carrying with him an incomparably vast will.
"Kill!"
Lin Feng's sword swung down, and with a boom, the earth split open. With a stuffy groan, Lin Feng's incomparably sharp blade wreaked havoc on his body.
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"Sabers are the true tyrants among soldiers. Success or failure is a common occurrence. No matter how powerful a person is, there will always be someone stronger than him."
An incomparably domineering voice resounded from the billowing dust: "Leng Yue, it's just a battle, there's no need to be discouraged. I'll spare his life, and wait for you to kill him in the future."
As the sound of his voice faded, two silhouettes soared through the skies, flying far away, causing the hearts of the crowd to pound violently.
Profound Martial Stage. expert with Profound Martial Stage appeared. One move to repel Lin Feng, and take him away, his voice was incomparably overbearing.
He said that leaving Lin Feng for Leng Yue to kill meant that he could kill Lin Feng, but he deliberately chose not to!
"Lin Feng, what a fluke." The crowd silently commented.
However, at this time, the ground suddenly shook. A white figure rushed out like a phantom, instantly shooting towards the distance. The incomparably cold frost sealed all the thoughts in the hearts of the crowd, leaving behind only endless cold.
"Kill!"
An incomparably cold and delicate voice rang out. An icy chill turned into a white heavenly bridge as it unceasingly shot towards the figure in the distance.
Then, the white heavenly bridge still smashed onto his back, causing him to groan and leave a trail of fresh red blood in the air. It was so dazzling that it turned the words he had just said into a joke!
To Lin Feng, he could kill as he pleased?