While Yang Jie and others were secretly speculating and muttering, Jia Zhangyuan, who was on the field, had already finished explaining the final rules, performed a polite fist-cup salute, and then took the lead in launching an attack.
Turning his wrist, the three blade-shaped flying knives in his hand shot out like lightning, with a sharp sound of breaking the wind, heading straight towards Lu Feng.
Lu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and while using his evil-dispelling spiritual eyes, he could see the trajectory of the flying knife;
There was a huge gap in strength. Even if he didn't rely on the amazing vision under the evil-dispelling spirit eyes, he could easily see through such a tentative flying knife just by relying on his own perception.
It is no exaggeration to say that if he wanted to, he could even see the ant-sized writing engraved on the end of the flying knife.
Such a probing attack seemed to pose no threat to him at all.
Lu Feng held the Xueji Sword in his hand, and with just a slight movement, he drew a zigzag path of sword marks in front of him. He easily blocked three incoming flying knives without even using his sword moves.
Many spectators around the martial arts arena could not clearly see Lu Feng's casual move because they were too far away, but Jia Zhangyuan could see it very clearly, and a trace of shock appeared on his face involuntarily.
He was very clear about his tentative attack. Although he did not show much strength, it would be extremely difficult for others to block it so easily.
But Lu Feng not only blocked it, but also just used his sword lightly.
He asked himself that he could see this sword very clearly. It seemed random, but in fact he had precise control over the trajectory of the flying knife, at least to the level of precision.
The arc-shaped sword light drawn by the Xue Ji Sword is so perfect and impeccable. Almost every time its long sword blade cuts across, it will fall exactly on the trajectory of the flying knife, with the lightest
The force accurately swept away the forward momentum of the flying knife;
This is true for all three handles. This is undoubtedly not a coincidence.
Seeing the three flying knives that finally fell far behind Lu Feng, greatly deviating from their original position, Jia Zhangyuan's expression became a little solemn;
But it's only a few points. He has full confidence in his hidden weapon proficiency. I believe that Lu Feng will not be able to resist it so easily under his subsequent display of Splendid Mountains and Rivers.
Off the field.
Chen Chuanling realized how extraordinary Lu Feng's sword was and couldn't help but wonder: "What kind of sword move is he doing? It's so exquisite."
Ling Lanxiu stood aside with her eyes wide open, fully anticipating the answer to the question.
Yang Jie smiled lovingly, "What kind of sword moves are they? It's just a person's extreme control over the timing of the sword. If there are moves, they are at most the basic styles of the sword.
The result of the perfect transformation between ' and 'tease' at that moment."
Ling Lanxiu's wide eyes suddenly lit up, full of surprise and admiration;
She has been practicing swordplay since she was a child, so she knows how the basic sword styles exist. She has practiced swordplay for ten years, and she has only a little understanding of swordsmanship. Therefore, she knows very well the weight of Yang Jie's casual words.
portion size.
Fang Daoli interrupted at an inappropriate time, "It was just a test. If he is only at this level, he may not be able to cope with Jia Zhangyuan's splendid mountains and rivers."
"Tch!" Ling Lanxiu rolled her eyes, full of displeasure.
But when he glanced at Jia Zhangyuan's next offensive on the field, he was so shocked that he could no longer speak.
I finally understood why Fang Daoli was so dignified when he mentioned the hidden weapon technique of Jinxiu Shanhe.
At this moment, Jia Zhangyuan's hands were constantly turning and moving, and afterimages appeared quickly. Various hidden weapons with a cold light were taken out from the tools he wore around him. With his quick and unique techniques, as if
The wind blew over the land like a violent storm.
There are poisonous needles as thin as cow hair, flashing strangely in the sunlight, and moving silently;
There are darts shaped like plum blossoms, with sharp edges, cutting through the air and making a sharp whistle;
There are also curved blade darts, with unique shapes, flying out in unpredictable and bizarre trajectories...
In just a short period of time, at least ten different types of hidden weapons have appeared.
Perhaps these hidden weapons are not that terrifying when taken individually, but when used together, they make people feel scalp-numbing and unpreventable.
One who can block sharp darts may not be able to block invisible poisonous needles;
Being able to discern the trajectory of a tiny poisonous needle may not necessarily determine the direction in which the curved flying blade is coming.
Not to mention facing such a complicated and complicated offensive at the same time.
Jinxiu Shanhe's hidden weapon technique is definitely not just as simple as fusing these powerful hidden weapons together, one plus one;
It can be said that under this method, many of the shortcomings and defects of the concealed weapon are perfectly complemented and covered up, and the threat and offensive power can be greatly displayed several times the original.
Jia Zhangyuan had a smile on his lips and a look of contempt in his eyes, believing that Lu Feng would definitely not be spared from such an offensive.
Originally, with his amazing body skills, it might have been possible to run away and avoid fighting, but under the constraints of the rules, he could only wait to die!
Jia Zhangyuan had almost planned in his mind the apology he would make to the public next, thinking of blaming Lu Feng for overestimating his capabilities, his own miscalculation, etc.
However.
The next scene made him use his hands to perform the Splendid Mountains and Rivers, and he couldn't help but tremble in shock, almost unable to hold the few spikes he had just taken out.
The scene in the fantasy of Lu Feng panicking and falling to the ground while trying to resist the casualties did not appear;
Instead, Lu Feng remained calm and calm. He didn't even move half a step, he just waved the long sword in his hand.
The long sword dances very fast, but very gracefully, just like a cursive calligrapher who is writing unparalleled writings, which is very pleasing to the eye.
As the long sword danced, Lu Feng's surroundings were surrounded by layers of sword shadows appearing one after another, shining like soft Buddha light;
The dense sword movements are woven in an instant, dense but yet strong;
The intertwining shadows of the swords seemed to have turned into an invisible curtain wall, blocking the surrounding areas;
It seemed as if Lu Feng, who was in the center, was covered with an indestructible armor coat.
The poisonous needle, as thin as an ox hair, fell on the coat that was dancing in the wind. It did not penetrate the coat, but was like an iron block hitting the center of a flag fluttering in the wind. It was wrapped and thrown to one side, not even a little bit.
None of them damaged the flag itself.
If you look carefully and slow down the dancing sword a thousand times, you will be able to capture an extremely stunning scene;
Although there were many poisonous needles as thin as an ox's hair, they were like a torrential downpour, but when they fell under the power of the sword, they were all cleverly led to the edge of the Xue Ji Sword, half of them were cut off directly at the waist, and the other half were cut off by the sword.
The sword flicked and flew elsewhere.
Not a single one of the invisible coats that were poked by the sharp needle light were disturbed by the force of the sword and were dodged away.
This is true for the microscopic poisonous needle, not to mention the larger blades, darts and other hidden weapons. No matter how tricky the angle is or how fast the speed is, it is difficult to break through this invisible sword armor.
Ling Lanxiu was shocked from ear to ear at this moment, her face was full of surprise, "Master, what kind of swordsmanship is this? It's so powerful. The defense is so airtight that not even a hidden weapon can get close to him. She's so powerful."
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It seemed that only by saying a few more words "too" could she express the surprise in her heart at this moment.
Chen Chuanling looked at Yang Jie at this time, vaguely feeling that what Lu Feng had used might be the move that Yang Jie had suspected before.
Yang Jie recovered from the shock, with a trace of surprise still remaining on her old face. She nodded in response to Chen Chuanling's questioning gaze and replied: "Ciyun cassock! The sword move he is using at the moment is Ciyun cassock, and it's me.
The defensive sword moves in Ciyun Sword Technique."
Although her words were extremely suppressed and not too rude, the faint trembling revealed her inner excitement at this moment.
She had never seen anyone perform such a sword move to such an extent, it was a perfect level;
Even if she were to appear on her own, with her current mutilated body, she might not be able to perform to such an extent.
Chen Chuanling was startled and said in shock: "He, he really knows Ciyun Sword Technique? To be able to use it to such an extent, I'm afraid he didn't practice it day and night? Who is he? Does Mr. Yang remember any specific prisoner in his mind?
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After hearing this, the excitement in Yang Jie's heart slowly faded away, and a young figure other than Jun Zimo appeared in her mind involuntarily, thinking that if Su Chen was still alive, maybe he could be as good as his predecessor;
But such thoughts were quickly thrown away by her, and she continued to laugh at herself but bitterly. The smile was very sad and sad, with a feeling of powerlessness that was defeated by this world.
Chen Chuanling's throat choked, and she realized that she had made a mistake. Thinking of the figure that had overwhelmed her, a layer of sadness suddenly appeared in her heart.
Feng Langming, who had been standing silently not far away, felt a little complicated at this time. He felt a little lucky despite the embarrassment. His original plan was to borrow outstanding people such as Che Huirong to help his little sister.
But I never thought that the person who shines brightest now is the person who is not valued by me, or even ignored.
Fortunately, Chen Chuanling had not listened to him before and tried to befriend Che Huirong and others. If not, he might have offended Lu Feng, who seemed to be a more outstanding person at the moment.
Compared to Feng Langming's happiness, Che Hui's face on the other side looked extremely gloomy.
There were three people traveling together, one left and did not return, the other was there to compete, leaving him alone standing alone;
Originally, if his companions performed well, they would not notice anything if they stood like this, but after Lu Jian was defeated and Jia Zhangyuan became weak again, Che Huirong always felt that the eyes from all around were looking at him, with a bit of contempt and ridicule, and even looked at him.
The feeling of a joke made him feel inexplicably ashamed.
Based on such emotions, what was originally just disgust and disgust towards Lu Feng gradually turned into a deformed hatred, and a murderous intention quietly lurked.
He had to admit that Lu Feng's outstanding performance had indeed made him feel threatened;
Even if he succeeds in humiliating him, I'm afraid it will never be possible to beat him into submission and stay away from Fan Linlin completely.
Only by killing him can he solve his troubles.
Che Huirong looked coldly at Jia Zhangyuan, whose every offensive attack on the field was in vain. He no longer placed his hope on the latter. He only hoped that he could quickly come on the field and, with the hard power of the Heavenly Soul Realm, severely trample Lu Feng.
Underfoot.
at the same time.
Fu Huoying, who had left before, came to the training room where Qin Daojun was once again.
"Brother Qin," Fu Huoying asked for instructions: "The plan seems to have changed."
Qin Daojun slowly walked out of the training room and said comfortingly: "There's no rush, let's talk as we walk."
"Um, um..." Fu Huoying was about to say something, but was shocked when he sensed Qin Daojun's aura, "Brother Qin, your strength has increased again? Have you touched the threshold of the Heavenly Soul Realm?"
His words were full of surprise and admiration.
Qin Daojun smiled heartily, "The heavy rent for this training room is worth it."
After a pause, he said seriously: "Why did you suddenly come back? I was just going to look for you. What's going on over there at the martial arts arena now? Is the prisoner that the old woman once taught still there?"
Fu Huoying said quickly: "I just want to say this. Things seem to be different from what we expected. I originally thought that Brother Qin wouldn't have to leave the training room in a hurry and wait and see."
Qin Daojun frowned, "What's going on?"
As he spoke, he looked at the training room behind him with some distress. Now that he had walked out, it seemed impossible to re-enter.
Such are the rules of the Northern Ghost Prison.
Fu Huoying hurriedly recounted the scene he had just witnessed, emphasizing that Ling Lanxiu's victory was due to Lu Feng, describing the latter's impressive swordsmanship, and describing the exquisiteness of his movements.
But Qin Daojun didn't seem to listen at all, or in other words, his mind was so shocked by the word "Ling Lanxiu" that he stopped thinking.
After Fu Huoying finished his statement, he asked blankly: "The sword you are talking about is called Ling Lanxiu. The long sword used is completely snow-white? There is also a delicate white bead embedded in the sword grid?"
Fu Huoying was stunned for a moment, then recalled and said, "It seems like this is really the style. Brother Qin, do you know that woman?"
The words were somewhat sour.
Qin Daojun's face became a little strange, and he couldn't laugh or cry and said: "If I am not mistaken, she is the little Axiu I often mentioned to you. I heard the name Ling Lanxiu mentioned by her when she was in Jianfu, saying that she would go out to practice in the future.
Just use this pseudonym."
"Little Axiu?" Fu Huoying stopped feeling sour and was full of surprise, "Sister Chen'er's half-sister?"
Qin Daojun smiled bitterly and nodded.
Fu Huoying was even more surprised: "Why did she come to the spiritual prison to practice? Was it arranged by Sister Chen'er?"
Qin Daojun shook his head, with a serious expression on his face, "I'm afraid it was the palace master's intention. If not, it would not have been a coincidence that he was thrown into the old woman's group. The old woman still had some skills in teaching the basics of swordsmanship.
Quite capable."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but slap his thigh, "Oh no, since the prisoner you mentioned has the ability to improve Xiao Axiu's swordsmanship, he must also be a good swordsman himself. If I want to humiliate him with swordsmanship again, I'm afraid
It’s very difficult to do.”
Fu Huoying thought for a while, then his eyes lit up and he said slyly: "Brother Qin, if you really want to continue to deal with him, I have an idea."
Qin Daojun was overjoyed.
Fu Huoying said softly: "Isn't that old woman claiming to be a master of formations? It's risky for us to start swordsmanship along the way, but if we use the formations to let him challenge from the beginning, then..."
Qin Daojun looked at the evil smile on Fu Huoying's face, understood it secretly, and laughed loudly.