The Sword-Zhejiang Sect, in the afternoon.

There were a lot of people missing in the audience this time. Even Lin Changfeng noticed something was wrong and frowned and glanced at Ming Wang.

Even the elders looked at him with a little wrong look, as if they felt sorry for him?

Lin Changfeng didn't understand what was going on, but he could know from the mouths of several elders that something must have happened.

"After this competition is over, it is estimated that the Smoke City will be reshuffled."

The Ming Wang next to him suddenly sighed. He had already noticed the sense of crisis that was about to come. After sweeping around the elders, he sighed without saying a word.

"You seem to know that he is going to attack you." Lin Changfeng had already seen what the Ming King was worried about, and a hint of hesitation appeared on his face.

The Ming King was also ready to answer, and the burly elder on the ring announced loudly: "First game! Lin Changfeng vs. Wang Siyan!"

Wang Siyan beside Elder Wang was slightly stunned. She turned her head to look at her heavy-faced grandfather and asked, "Grandpa, why didn't you tell me?"

Elder Wang restrained his heavy expression and chuckled, "No obstacle, just do your best."

Upon hearing this, Wang Siyan didn't think much, but she could feel something was wrong with her grandfather's face, but it seemed that the news couldn't be known to him.

With a gentle toe, she jumped onto the ring gracefully, her fingers trembled, and a blue long sword appeared in her hand. The sword body was as thin as a cicada's wing, like a soft sword.

Lin Changfeng had not ended for a long time. He kept staring at King Ming, hoping that the other party could explain clearly that he wanted to know what was going on.

"The prince wants to kill you."

The Ming King sent a voice to tell Lin Changfeng the news, but Lin Changfeng was still unmoved and said coldly: "It is inevitable that he wants to kill me, but I want to know what another thing is."

A look of struggle appeared on his face, and the Ming King sighed: "I will tell you after you win."

The long sword appeared in his hand, and Lin Changfeng didn't care about the game off the stage. He glanced at Wang Siyan who was eager to try and said coldly: "I only use one sword. If you can take it, I will lose."

Hearing this, the audience was silent.

Lin Changfeng's voice was like a head hammer hitting their fragile hearts. How confident is he to take Wang Siyan seriously?

Wang Siyan didn't expect Lin Changfeng to be so arrogant and sneered: "Yijian? How confident are you?"

Without any nonsense, when Lin Changfeng raised his hand, sword intent condensed into an emerald green sword and pointed a sword. Lin Changfeng said coldly: "Look at it!"

The endless sense of oppression fell, and the swords in the hands of everyone around resonated with each other, as if they had met a king who wanted to lower their heads and surrender.

Wang Siyan, standing in the middle of the ring, had a very pale face. This sword made her want to kneel down. At the same time, the soft sword in her hand was trembling, conveying a look of fear.

Several elders in the audience stood up. They looked straight at Lin Changfeng with a cold face, and Elder Wang stared at Lin Changfeng and did not dare to breathe.

In the sword forest behind the sword sect, the spiritual swords buried in the middle of the mountain began to tremble. This was the oppression of the absolutely powerful sword intent.

This does not come from the sense of oppression in cultivation, but the invincible posture conveyed by the simple sword intent. What is invincible?

Just use one sword to kill the enemy!

This is invincibility, this is Lin Changfeng's belief. Gu Chengyun's heart beats wildly in the audience. He finally saw Lin Changfeng's real action.

"Is this his sword intent and sword heart?"

He breathed rapidly and a hint of obsession appeared on his face. This was what he needed to look for. At this time, Lin Changfeng was like a tall king.

The invisible long sword fell down, and the terrifying sword intention spread around. A hint of contempt appeared on Lin Changfeng's cold and arrogant face, as if in his eyes, everything in the world was full of ants.

Even the prince, who had always been cold and arrogant, couldn't help but breathe for a while. He growled coldly: "Who are you!"

As the sword fell, Lin Changfeng had no distractions in his mind. The entire arena was divided into two, without smoke and dust. Everyone around him felt that breathing began to become difficult.

Lin Changfeng raised his eyebrows and looked at the prince, and said coldly: "Who do you think I should be?"

"Impossible!" The prince's face was gloomy and he said coldly: "Who is Chen Luochen?"

His voice echoed around the ring, his face full of questioning expressions of unwilling to believe.

More than ten years ago, Chen Luochen alone defeated a generation of pride in heaven. At that time, the genius of the entire Yinyue Dynasty was suppressed by the other party, and even the prince, who was a group of thousands of resources, was suppressed.

After that, Chen Luochen directly sealed the sword, and the last thing he said was.

"No one in the young generation of the Yinyue Dynasty can take my sword, you are all trash."

Such arrogant words directly pressed down on the hearts of the geniuses in that area and became their lingering nightmare. Recently, when he saw Lin Changfeng swing that sword, he recalled Chen Luochen that year!

It was really similar. At that time, the other party had the same look, such tone, and such arrogance. Lin Changfeng was beginning to overlap with Chen Luochen in his memory.

Wang Siyan stood in the middle of the ring, without any injuries on her body. She was completely shocked by the sword, her face was extremely pale, but she just stood there stupidly without moving.

This sword had become his nightmare, and at this time, Lin Changfeng stood in the audience, staring at the prince indifferently, and said coldly: "Does it have anything to do with you!"

Taking a deep breath, the prince sat down without saying another word, but his face changed color and his mood seemed extremely bad.

After slowly sitting down, Lin Changfeng turned his head to look at Ming Wang and asked, "Tell me, what is his purpose?"

King Ming smiled bitterly, looked at the ring divided into two, shook his head and said, "You showed such a sword, I'm afraid he would want to kill you even more."

Lin Changfeng looked at him indifferently and asked again: "What is his purpose."

Looking at the direction of the prince, the Ming King sent a voice saying, "He is ready to massacre the city!"

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