Chapter 2: Bloodshed on the battlefield and escape from the Immortal Gate
Chapter 21: Frightened
As the saying goes, the authorities are obsessed but the bystanders are clear. Hong Ling has been watching Ye Feng's sword dance from the sidelines.
But even so, she was put in. She knew clearly that she could never dodge that sword. It was a fatal sword. She believed that even Jiang Meiliang could not dodge it.
This is definitely the sword technique of Zhu Xian, because that sword cannot be avoided even by gods. It is a sure-kill sword. Gods blocking the gods will kill gods, and gods blocking the immortals will destroy the immortals. This is Zhu Xian.
"good!"
After Jiang Feng struck out with his sword, he retracted his sword and stopped. Hong Ling woke up from the shock and blurted out a cry.
But after thinking for a moment, Hongling continued:
"Jiang Feng! That sword is so subtle. I don't understand how it is used. Are you afraid that your sister will steal it?"
Hong Ling's meaning was very clear and she wanted to read it again, but she was worried that Ye Feng was afraid of her stealing lessons, so Ye Feng didn't have any objection if she didn't want to.
"How could that be possible? Sister Hongling, if you want to learn it, I can teach you. However, this sword technique is difficult to learn because there are no moves at all. You can only understand it. All I can tell you is the sword intention."
How can Ye Feng be stingy? Although he has lost his memory, he can remember everything related to the Zhu Xian swordsmanship.
Hong Ling: "Sword Intent?"
"Yes, Zhu Xian's sword technique only has sword intention, not sword style. Everything can only rely on enlightenment!"
Ye Feng didn't have any taboos. After speaking, he directly recited the Immortal Killing Sword Jue.
"There is the soul in Guanyuan on the top, Shaoyang on the left and Taiyin on the right, and the secret door of the past life in the back. When the sun rises and enters the moon, the breath is stored, the vitality is combined to list the stars, and the purple smoke is three elements above and below, irrigating the five flowers to plant the spiritual roots.
, the flow of Qiye Cave rushes into the hut. The purple embraces the yellow into the Dantian, and the secluded room is illuminated by the Yangmen..."
"Oh my God, this is my innermost thoughts!"
As soon as Ye Feng finished reading, Hong Ling exclaimed.
"Yes, it's the mental method! The Zhuxian Sword Technique only has formulas and no sword moves. What you practice is your mind. Use your mind to control the sword. The sword can move at will. The man and sword practice together and become one."
Ye Feng didn't know why Hongling was making such a fuss, so he explained it carefully.
"Good boy! The secret of internal wisdom has long been lost here. Did you really fall from the sky?"
Hong Ling's mouth opened into an "O" shape, and the surprise on his face was no less than that of seeing a peerless monster, but it was full of surprise, and his expression was extremely complicated.
"Haha, I don't know about that. Maybe I am really a god descending to earth!"
Ye Feng looked at Hong Ling's weird expression and found it a bit funny, so he smiled mischievously and made a joke.
"Go to hell!"
Ye Feng's words made Hongling think about it, and she felt a little funny, so she also laughed and cursed.
Hongling was considered an expert in martial arts, and she absolutely believed Ye Feng's words. His incredible sword strike was by no means any fixed move.
As for the formula that Ye Feng read out, she couldn't remember it all in a short time because it was too difficult to pronounce, and it was impossible to study it now because it was too profound and she couldn't understand it at all.
She was not in a hurry. Anyway, Ye Feng was still there and she was really interested. She would ask for advice later. Judging from Ye Feng's appearance, he didn't look like a scheming person, so he was still trustworthy.
"Jiang Feng, I think your health seems to be fine. How about we try two moves?"
Hong Ling is a martial arts fanatic. After seeing that shocking sword, her hands were itchy all the time, so she still proposed to discuss and learn from each other.
"good!"
Ye Feng readily agreed.
In fact, he still felt that there was something wrong with his body, but he couldn't tell where the problem was. When he just practiced the Zhuxian sword technique, he always felt like he couldn't use his strength.
"Jiang Feng, do you know your boxing skills, palm skills, etc. How about we compare our skills first?"
Hong Ling picked up a bright silver gun and just made a starting gesture, but then stopped and said.
"Can't remember!"
Ye Feng thought for a while, but couldn't remember anything, so he shook his head.
But he immediately understood what Hong Ling meant. Spears and swords have no eyes. Once deployed, the lethality is huge. Hong Ling was worried about what problems he had with his body, so he couldn't help but smile and continued:
"Sister Hongling, come on, I'm fine!"
"Okay, be careful!"
Hong Ling was not a mother-in-law at all. After saying this, she flicked the silver gun in her hand and took the Nine Palaces Lotus Step under her feet. Her slightly fat body suddenly became lighter.
“Look for snakes in the grass!”
Hong Ling shouted loudly, and the bright silver gun shook up a bowl-sized gunshot and pierced Ye Feng's chest at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
Ye Feng held the sword in his right hand and lowered it naturally. The tip of the sword was pointing diagonally at the ground. His whole body remained motionless, as if he had entered a trance, letting the spear pierce him.
Seeing that the tip of the gun was reaching his body, Hong Ling's move had become old and unchanged, Ye Feng suddenly took a half-step to the left, turned his body slightly, and the tip of the gun almost passed by his body.
Hong Ling is naturally not an easy person to deal with. She has rich combat experience and a set of Five Tigers' Door-Breaking Guns that make her extremely skilled. Ye Feng's dodge was within her calculations.
"Feng nods!"
But seeing Hong Ling almost without stopping, the bright silver gun in his hand trembled like flowing water, and the spear head that pierced through suddenly changed to a sweeping sweep.
With this sweep, Ye Feng had no way out. Even if he drew his sword to block, it was obviously too late and he was about to be hit.
"Ding!"
There was a crisp sound, and in the blink of an eye, Ye Feng raised the long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword hit the head of the gun at an incredible angle.
"Buzz!"
It looked like a mediocre sword, but it was nailed right on the head of the gun. It hit Hongling with such force that it was impossible to control, and the head of the gun bounced upwards.
This is the principle of leverage. As the saying goes, Hongling holds the handle of the gun, which is a laborious lever. The long gun can no longer sweep across, change direction, and is directly jacked up.
And at this moment, Ye Feng suddenly moved, like sliding. Hong Ling felt that his eyes were blurred, and Ye Feng was already in front of him.
As the saying goes, an inch long is an inch strong. As soon as Ye Feng moved and bullied him, Hong Ling knew it was broken. Once Ye Feng, who was holding a long sword, approached, the spear would no longer be useful.
"not good!"
Hongling yelled and was about to throw away the gun and dodge, but unfortunately the cold sword was already placed on his neck.
"Sister Hongling!"
Ye Feng just made a gesture, and the long sword just flashed before he put it away. Looking at Hong Ling whose face was pale, Ye Feng hurriedly greeted him.
"Amazing, amazing! I didn't expect that I couldn't move even with you!"
Hong Ling's face darkened.
But before Ye Feng could answer, he was immediately overjoyed and laughed loudly:
"Hahaha, great! Jiang Feng, I didn't expect that your martial arts skills are so strong. It's great!"
"Sister Hongling, are you okay?"
Hong Ling's changing expressions of sadness and happiness really confused Ye Feng. He scratched his head and asked with a confused look on his face.
"Haha, what can happen to me! You kid, you are really a treasure!"
Hong Ling got a little carried away and answered completely wrong questions.
"this......!"
Ye Feng was really confused. It was absolutely impossible for the sword to hurt Hong Ling just now. He was probably frightened. But how could this be possible? How could a warrior who had shed blood on the battlefield be so fragile?