The sword master Lin Feng has a mid-stage innate cultivation. As a veteran innate powerhouse, he can deal with one or two even if he meets a strong man in late-stage innate powerhouse.

However, today we are making friends with swords, and the focus is on the word "sword".

When you go on stage to compete, you cannot use your cultivation level, you can only compare sword skills.

Use sword skills to compete with each other.

"You have anger in your eyes. If you want to vent your anger for Gao Jin, just come."

Ning Jiang is always so calm. Neither the young man had ever taken him seriously or Lin Feng now.

Even, he had no idea of ​​drawing his sword.

"Young man, if you can take my ten swords, you will win."

As Lin Feng spoke, his steps almost turned into a line, like a leopard running and hunting. In a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Ningjiang.

Chi.

The sword in his hand shook, and the golden sword edge quickly shuttled through, two to four, four to eight, eight to sixteen, and pressed like rain.

Golden Rain Sword Technique.

This was also Gao Jin's specialty sword technique, but it was defeated by Ning Jiang's sword at that time.

Lin Feng and Gao Jin are masters and apprentices, and the sword skills they have learned are the same.

But the same Golden Rain Sword Technique was several times more skillful in Lin Feng's hands, making it even more difficult to deal with.

Gao Jin obviously couldn't practice his skills. His Golden Rain Sword Technique was only violent, and he won with his fierceness and fierceness.

However, Lin Feng's Golden Rain Sword Technique has softness in hardness, not just hardness, but is easy to break even hardness. It combines hardness and softness and integrates one.

Just like real rain, sometimes it is a storm, sometimes it is a gentle breeze and drizzle, with many changes.

Hardness and softness are also in line with the way of nature of heaven and earth.

Ning Jiang's hands were empty, using his hands as a sword. He pulled his arms wide and slashed straight over, making his moves with the wind, and the landing point was accurate.

"This boy is simply arrogant." There was an uproar around him.

There must be a limit to the use of the blade with empty hands. After all, the young man did not step into the sword with his body.

Lin Feng is a long-famous master of swordsmanship. He has a superb swordsmanship and is known as the "Golden Rain Sword" in Luoyang City.

Facing such a kendo master, it is an insult to dare to take it with empty hands.

"Lin Feng's Golden Rain Sword Technique has entered a perfection, without any flaws. He took it with his hands, and his hands were about to be cut off."

A middle-aged strong man spoke with a broad sword behind him.

This is another kendo master, Shen Fei.

Also as he was speaking, Ning Jiang's palm had been inserted into the dense rain of swords.

Unscathed.

Even the Golden Rain Sword Technique at the perfect realm still has flaws in his eyes.

He grabbed his five fingers, as if a dragon stretched out his claws, and his fingers were about to hold the sword body. This button was like pinching the seven inches of a snake, making the snake unable to move.

"How is that possible?"

Lin Feng's pupils tightened, and he really didn't expect that this move would be easily cracked by Ning Jiang.

But he is not a newcomer after all, he has rich combat experience and extremely sophisticated methods.

His hand holding the sword shook slightly, and suddenly, the sword body quickly rotated. This time, it seemed like it was rolling and escaped. The sharp sword body was like an electric drill.

With such a sharp change, Ning Jiang's hand would fly with flesh and blood as long as he grabbed it.

However, Ning Jiang's palm changed and he clamped towards Lin Feng's wrist.

In terms of combat experience, in his eyes, Lam Feng is just a pediatrician.

Lin Feng's body quickly retreated.

This retreat caused an uproar in the audience. Facing Ning Jiang empty-handed, Lin Feng, as a master of kendo, actually retreated?

Lin Feng retreated, but Ning Jiang was faster than him.

As soon as he stepped on his feet, Ning Jiang followed Lin Feng, following him closely.

This is the case in the competition. You cannot lose the momentum. Once you lose the momentum, you will decide the outcome. When Lin Feng retreats, he has lost his momentum.

Ning Jiang's five fingers were like swords, stabbing Lin Feng's chest. This stab was no less than a spear, and he could pierce a transparent blood hole in front and back.

But when his five fingers touched Lin Feng's chest, he suddenly turned into a palm and just slapped it.

"Bang."

Lin Feng took several steps in a row, his body was filled with blood, his face turned blue and red, and finally sighed softly: "Gao Jin lost to you, it's not unfair. Thank you for your mercy."

After saying that, he walked off the platform.

Looking at Lin Feng who was leaving lonely, the space had fallen into silence.

A kendo master lost.

Moreover, this is a crushing defeat!

You should know that Ning Jiang used empty-handed and had never used his sword. Who else could do this except Wenhan City?

From this moment on, who dares to underestimate Ning Jiang's swordsmanship?

"You said Mr. Ning is not qualified to challenge you, so can you defeat a kendo master with empty hands?" Liu Xianyu's voice slowly rang out, falling into Wang Ziming's ears, but it was a deep mockery.

Wang Ziming's face was extremely gloomy. He believed that his sword skills were just around the corner compared to Lin Feng.

But Lin Feng was simply played with in front of Ning Jiang. From beginning to end, Ning Jiang only used less than three moves.

It’s not that Ning Jiang is not qualified to challenge him, it should be said that he is not qualified to challenge Ning Jiang.

"What a white-headed ghost Ning Jiang. I thought that only Liu Xianyu and Wang Ziming were threatening us in the younger generation. Now it seems that you will surpass them. I will meet you!"

The voice is quite loud, and the speaker is very loud. He is a burly man with a broad sword on his back and walking onto the platform.

"Shen Fei is famous for his heavy swords. His sword skills are among several sword masters and can rank among the top three." Someone said slowly.

The sword of ordinary people is only as wide as one finger, but Shen Fei's sword is as wide as a slap, and is made of bronze. The whole sword is extremely heavy and weighs tens of thousands of pounds.

It would be hard for ordinary warriors to just hold this sword, but Shen Fei was different. While being a sword cultivator, he was still a physical cultivator, but he did not step into the ranks of body refining masters.

"You're still empty-handed?"

Shen Fei is tall, with a tiger's back and a wolf's waist, holding the broad sword in his hand. Anyone who faces him will feel a sense of pressure.

"I'm not empty-handed, my hands are swords."

Ningjiang is either a lie. People like him can hurt people with swords, even every grass and tree, picking flowers and flying leaves.

Wenhancheng can also do this.

Any master who controls a sword with his heart can use his hands as his sword.

Of course, it is not that the sword is useless in their hands, it is just that the opponent is not qualified to let them draw the sword.

The master who controls swords with his heart will only draw his sword when he meets a powerful enemy.

If you don’t go out, you will be killed as soon as you go out.

"Okay, then I will force you to draw your sword."

Shen Fei was not angry either. He was happy to Ning Jiang when he saw the master. When he saw the master, he couldn't help but want to compete.

"Breaking the Sky Slash!"

Shen Fei shouted, held the sword in both hands, slashed down with one sword, and drove straight in, with the momentum of a big axe to open the mountain, so he was so powerful and fierce. In the eyes of outsiders, this blow was to slash Ning Jiang into two.

“So fast.”

The people around him exclaimed. When such a heavy sword was swung, there was no sense of slowness at all. They were fast and fierce, killing everything.

Ning Jiang walked a little, avoiding this sword.

"Boom!"

A dull sonic boom, this is the sound of the air bursting.

Chen Fei held the long sword and swept it hard. He slapped it directly with the sword body, as if he wanted to slap people into flesh paste.

The advantages of the heavy sword are undoubtedly revealed at this moment. Even if they are not hit by the sword blade, if they are hit, they will have broken bones and severely injured.

Ning Jiang suddenly stopped moving, and his footsteps were rooted there.

He stretched out his palm, like white jade in his five fingers, without any flaws, and slapped it off with one palm.

"What? He wants to use his strength to break the strength?"

The many sword cultivators present saw his intentions and felt incredible.

"Bang."

With a loud noise, Ning Jiang's five fingers were like a large seal hitting the broad sword's sword. The huge sound waves made many nearby sword cultivators buzzing in the ears.
To be continued...