Xie Fu looked towards Lu Wenlin. Did Lu Wenlin also see clearly?
Lu Wenlin smiled and said: "That's Ye Jinghong, if it were someone else using Flowing Heart, I'm afraid he would have been cut into thousands of pieces by Long Jing."
Just like painting, although the skills are the same, there are highs and lows. Lu Wenlin's words are the ultimate praise for Ye Jinghong.
Xie Fu looked at it for a while and said: "I see that Long Jing's energy and sword power have not diminished at all, and this is not the way to go."
Lu Wenlin asked: "Master Xie, do you need to rock the oar when sailing along the current?"
Before Xie Fu could respond, Lu Wenlin asked and answered his own question: "Ye Jinghong used Long Jing's Qi to hide from Long Jing's sword. He didn't have to spend any Qi at all, so Long Jing's half-demon body had endless power.
, it won’t have any effect on Ye Jinghong at all.”
Xie Fu knew that this was the case for Wei San people. Wei San people were exhausted and weak, but Long Jing still had plenty of energy. This was the difference between a half-demon body and a mortal body.
Lu Wenlin said: "When Ye Jinghong draws his sword, that's when Long Jing loses."
Feng Shoudao on the side immediately asked: "Then why doesn't Ye Jinghong draw his sword?"
Lu Wenlin responded: "I don't know, maybe Ye Jinghong is not yet sure of breaking through the half-demon body. This body is invincible."
Xie Fu said, "I think Brother Ye doesn't want to draw his sword."
Lu Wenlin was surprised when he heard this, and stared at the two fighting men. Long Jing's dense and domineering sword light was like two Wei San people wielding their swords at the same time. At this level of power, the so-called body-protecting Qi became as paper-like.
Thin.
He couldn't help but ask himself, if he were Ye Jinghong, could he resist it?
He is known as the most outstanding martial arts genius in Suzhou in the past three hundred years after Gu Xuan. He is also the light of the Lu family. He has always been very confident.
But at this moment, he felt that he was still too young and there was still a long way to go in martial arts.
If he wants to achieve greater achievements in martial arts, perhaps he should choose to retreat and settle down like Gu Sanye at this time of brilliance.
Lu Wenlin looked at Master Gu who was standing in an inconspicuous position. The simple black clothes seemed to reflect Master Gu's gentle and gentle smile.
Mr. Gu Sanye looked into the distance, looking at the heaven and the earth, rather than peeking at the edge of the military front, just like his magnanimous spirit and broad mind that could accommodate all things in the world.
The first time Lu Wenlin met Gu Xuan, he was deeply impressed. It was the accumulation of years. He was also known as a martial arts genius. This is exactly the temperament he lacks now.
The battle between Ye Jinghong and Long Jing seemed to be a competition that would never end.
They were also horrified that Long Jing's aura was endless. Even when his manpower was limited, his half-demon body seemed to never run out of strength. What kind of body was this? Even if his strength was equal to his, he would definitely lose.
What an unshakable mountain!
Without any warning, Ye Jinghong, who had been as calm as autumn water, suddenly became more powerful, as if a mountain rain was about to come, and the whole building was full of wind.
Is Ye Jinghong finally going to draw his sword?
This thought only passed through everyone's mind. Before they even had time to ask or exclaim, they saw the figures in white clothes starting to gather together. The speed was so fast that it gave people a visual illusion.
The moment the shadow in white clothes intertwined with the silver sword light, Long Jingren flew away like a horizontal arrow.
boom!
Long Jing's huge body changed into his original short appearance and fell into the water, and then the sound of rolling energy came.
Yin Chun Shui Pavilion goes from harsh to dead silence!
The half-demon body, as immovable as a mountain, is so vulnerable!
Ye Jinghong defeated Long Jing with one punch without even unsheathing his sword.
Is this the strength of Ye Jinghong?
How terrible!
Ye Jinghong's sword was quietly in the scabbard from beginning to end!
Just like his people, they are as quiet as a virgin, and when they move, they must be thunderous!
Feng Shoudao said with trembling lips: "He didn't even take out his sword and defeated the half-demon with just one punch!"
Lu Wenlin said calmly: "Nine punches! All nine punches hit Long Jing. What you saw was only the last punch that hit the sea of qi!"
Feng Shoudao lost his voice and said: "Nine punches!" He couldn't see Ye Jinghong throwing nine punches, how fast it should be.
Lu Wenlin continued: "His first eight punches brought the true energy in Long Jing's body back to the sea of Qi, and the last punch sent the lake into a panic and turned the river upside down."
"The wisdom of the gods! In such a dangerous process, you can still find a way to break the half-demon body, nine punches! Even one less punch will not work, every punch is the key, and the last punch is just the ending."
Yes, if there were no previous eight punches, Ye Jinghong's last punch on Long Jing's body would not be painful or itchy. It was like gathering all the explosives together and then just lightly touching them with sparks.
Xie Fu looked at Lu Wenlin. Judging from what Lu Wenlin just said, Lu Wenlin was at least stronger than Feng Shoudao.
Feng Shoudao entered the third level at the age of thirty. He is already a leader among the young and middle-aged generation. It is not an exaggeration to call him a genius.
But Lu Wenlin is so young, even younger, he is the genius among geniuses!
This seemingly elegant body is actually quite hidden.
No wonder the odds in the competition between himself and Lu Wenlin were so disparate.
Xie Fu smiled, the so-called genius is just working hard secretly where you can't see it.
In the fantasy world, he spent five years in the harshness of Duanmu Ci every day. Duanmu Ci's desire to make him stronger was even stronger than his own.
When she got serious, her methods were very ruthless. Sometimes Xie Fu felt that Duanmu Ci did not regard her as a husband at all, or even as a person.
She regarded herself as a piece of iron, regardless of his pain or his feelings, beating and sharpening all the time.
During the half-year period when he overestimated his abilities and hunted her down, he made himself taste the feeling of being in hell every day.
Why is it said that the encounter between a master and a disciple is a fate that lasts for many lifetimes, and the relationship is like that of father and son.
Because one day you will find that every bit of severity from the master is every bit of love.
Long Jing bounced from the water.
Everyone was surprised, could Long Jing fight again?
Long Jing, however, suppressed the arrogance on his face, raised his hands and said sincerely to Ye Jinghong: "Young City Lord, thank you for your mercy."
This is the humility shown by being impressed by the strong. He has not even unsheathed his sword, so what else can he say?
This competition was like a fairy song that lingered in everyone's hearts.
Governor Wu's voice was like beating a drum, beating away the lingering sounds: "The third column has won. Today, all the Ji character competitions are over. Next is the first game of Geng characters, the fourth column versus the eighth column."
Ye Jinghong floated down next to Xie Fu.
Xie Fu said with a smile: "Brother Ye really impressed me, so fast that I couldn't even see clearly."
Ye Jinghong smiled: "It doesn't matter if you can't see clearly. Brother Xie can see the next scene clearly."
Lu Wenlin, who was standing next to him, heard something in Ye Jinghong's words and was surprised. Could it be that Ye Jinghong already knew the details of Mr. Gu.
Everyone probably thinks that there is no suspense in the next match. After all, Nanrong Yinfeng is too strong. His strength is supported by his record and he has never been defeated in his life.
In the most glorious and pinnacle battle, this one-armed young man defeated three second-level masters by himself, while the third-level masters were as useless under his sword.
It's a pity that Nan Rong Yinfeng is facing the god among men this time - Mr. Gu Xuan and Gu Sanye.
How could Master Gu be defeated? Even twenty years ago, the remnants of Nestorianism would be frightened when they heard the name of Master Gu.
When Nan Rong Yinfeng faced Gu Xuan in the field, he knew that this would be a battle he had never had before in his life - the unknown.
A field that he has never been exposed to. He can defeat countless masters, but he has no chance to meet the real master.
Compared with the people in front of you, those so-called masters can only be considered strong, but the people in front of you are at the pinnacle.
The opponent looks so ordinary, as ordinary as a god hiding among mortals, but his extraordinary sense cannot fool anyone.
Nan Rong Yinfeng never asked who his opponent was, but at this moment he asked: "Who are you?"
Gu Xuan responded with two words: "Gu Xuan!"
The word Gu Xuan is like the name of a god, making everyone awe-inspiring.
The word "Gu Xuan" is as unbelievable as a miracle.
Suzhou's most outstanding genius in the past three hundred years hung like a bright moon over Suzhou, lighting up the entire Suzhou night sky, and then chose to retreat into seclusion like a falling moon.
After twenty years of seclusion, Gu Xuan has become a god after choosing to come out of seclusion again.
No matter how strong Nanrong Yinfeng is, he is still a human being. How can a human being defeat a god?
Even Ye Jinghong and Leng Leng looked solemn. They had long felt that this man in black clothes was something special, but they did not expect that it was Gu Xuan.
Others also felt that the four clans in Wuzhong were too shameless. In order to win over Wang Wanzhi, they even showed off their admiration.
Gu Xuan's image to the young lady is that of honest and humble, and the same feeling he gives to the young lady.
But for Nan Rong Yinfeng, his feeling was that of being in a vast universe, boundless and inexplicable.
Just like when he was very young, someone cut off his arm and he was in the cold and desolate wilderness. This was the second time in his life that he felt this way.
He was weak then, but now he is very powerful.
After a question and an answer, the two people in the room were like still stones floating on the water, and time passed by breath by breath.
This level of competition is no longer a level that everyone can see through.
Suddenly, there was a dragon roar, and sword energy rose into the sky.
Nanrong Yinfeng Sword was unsheathed.
Many people have the cold feeling that Nan Rong Yin Feng will die right after he unsheathes his sword.
It's so cold! It's like the twelfth lunar month in winter, naked under the white snow.
A drop of sweat was hidden in Nan Rong Yinfeng's fine eyebrows, but it could not be hidden from Gu Xuan's eyes. Perhaps he saw Nan Rong Yinfeng's heart trembling slightly.
No matter how heavy the mountain snow is, an avalanche may occur at any time due to a loose stone.
Gu Xuan said: "Wait a moment."
Gu Xuan actually said to wait a little longer. Was Gu Xuan afraid? Did Gu Xuan also feel the coldness to the bones under the white snow?
Amid everyone's suspicion, Nanrong Yinfeng sheathed his sword and sat cross-legged on the water like an old monk in meditation, with only his one-armed sleeve swaying gently in the wind.
Ye Jinghong said: "Nanrong Yinfeng may have to wait a long time for this sword attack."
Xie Fu asked: "How long?"
Ye Jinghong smiled and said: "I don't know, maybe one day, or three days, or a month."
Feng Shoudao looked surprised.
Ye Jinghong said: "Everyone has the most fearful thing in their heart. Gu Xuan's strength is like a state of mind, which clearly illuminates Nanrong Yinfeng's heart. If Nanrong Yinfeng can draw the sword today, he will have already
Defeat yourself and defeat Gu Xuan."
Feng Shoudao asked curiously: "Why is it difficult to draw a sword? If it were me, knowing that I was outmatched, I would still shoot to death."
At this time, Lu Wenlin said: "Commander Feng, because you have not reached the level of Nan Rong Yinfeng, even if you can stab that spear, it is just a stupid shot in the mountain."
Time passed by silently, and after noon, Nanrong Yinfeng was still sitting cross-legged.
Gu Xuan was as stable as a mountain, and it seemed that no matter how long Nan Rong Yinfeng sat cross-legged, he would wait patiently until forever.
For Nan Rong Yinfeng, the hardships involved are no less than the martial arts disasters he faced when he broke through in cultivation.
The blessing words and mantras of people in the literary world can cure the body but cannot cure the mind.
The calamity of the heart is also a calamity.
After another hour and a half, Nanrong Yinfeng suddenly opened his eyes, and Gu Xuan nodded and smiled.
Ye Jinghong said in a deep voice: "Brother Xie, please open your eyes wide and see Nanrong Yinfeng's sword clearly!"
Nanrong Yinfeng stood up, his sword came out of its sheath, the sound of the dragon roared, the sword energy spread on the ground, and the entire Yin Chun Shui Pavilion seemed to turn into a vast expanse of white snow.
Everyone felt very cold. They thought it was the illusion brought to them by the sword energy, but when they saw the entire lake was filled with white frost as fine as an ox's hair.
Only then did they realize that this coldness was real.
All the heat and light focused on the sword in Nanrong Yinfeng's hand.
Nanrong Yinfeng finally thrust out the first sword, which was also the last sword that determined the outcome of the match.
There are no words to describe this sword.
They just felt earth-shattering, the kind of scornful world that was about to be annihilated in front of the sword.
Thor is furious!
Many young ladies had already covered their ears in advance. Even though Nan Rong Yinfeng's sword was as fast as thunder and lightning, there was still room for them to cover their ears before the sound came.
Surprisingly, it was very quiet.
Nanrong Yinfeng's earth-shattering, life-extinguishing sword was silently covered up.
That is the breath of the sea, majestic, majestic, powerful, able to accommodate everything, submerge and swallow everything, and make everything surrender in front of the sea.
Lightning is no exception.
Xie Fulang said loudly: "It's not up to me to draw the sword."
Nanrong Yinfeng didn't have any strength in his body. This sword had already drained all the energy from his body, and it had the power to split a mountain. It's a pity that what he stabbed was the great and vast sea that can accommodate all things.
Gu Xuan raised his hand, and waves suddenly rose on the lake surface to lift up the fallen Nanrong Yinfeng.
The waves were like a water dragon, carrying Nan Rong Yin Feng and sending him to the corridor of Yinchun Water Pavilion.
Gu Xuan has reached the point where he can use Qi to control objects as he pleases. Water is soft and invisible, which is many times more difficult than solid matter.
Just this casual display of hands is shocking.
Nan Rong Yinfeng stabbed Gu Xuan with such a terrifying sword, but was completely annihilated.
If Gu Xuan is not a god, then what is he?
Ye Jinghong said to Xie Fu: "That's right! I can't control the sword. It transcends the body's instinct. This sword has already achieved the sword's intention, but I have no choice but not enough cultivation."
After saying that, he smiled bitterly: "This is what Brother Xie said, in the face of absolute strength, any tricks are just fancy."
Xie Fu snorted, "Brother Ye, that's not what you said before."
Ye Jinghong smiled brightly: "There are no absolutes in everything, only relative terms."
