Feng Lin took a breath, at least he could tell Xu Xianfan the next time he called her.
"How is your swordsmanship?"
Lan He held the water glass with both hands and glanced at Feng Lin.
"Not very good. My fighting style is mainly sneak attacks."
Feng Lin shook his head.
Although he can also fight with a sword, it is no different than using a dagger.
They all rely on speed to get close to the enemy, and then use unexpected means to hurt the vital points.
"You and Hua Rong try it. Don't use Qi, just fight with weapons."
Lan He said to Feng Lin.
"Isn't this asking me to bully him? I might as well hold the sword in my left hand."
Wen Huarong looked at Feng Lin calmly, with a hint of frivolity in his eyes.
Lan He waved his hand gently, and a silver sword flew out of his hand and landed in front of Feng Lin.
"Senior, let me."
Feng Lin pulled out the sword and suddenly rushed towards Wen Huarong.
"A gentleman whose sword is a weapon, how can you behave like this when you run rampant?"
Wen Huarong suddenly retreated.
The long sword in his hand was like a python, stabbing towards Feng Lin's neck.
Barla!
At this moment, Feng Lin's long sword happened to press against Wen Huarong's long sword.
Feng Lin instantly got close to Wen Huarong. The sword in his hand turned around and was held in his left hand.
The next moment, the sword blade landed in front of Wen Huarong's neck.
"Damn! He's so handsome!"
Lan He's eyes widened in surprise and he clapped repeatedly.
Wen Huarong looked unkind. He was giving advice just now, but he didn't expect to be taught a lesson.
Where should I put my senior’s face?
"Boy! That's right, it seems you are not a novice, so I'd better switch to my right hand."
Wen Huarong took a few steps back and said, "Come again!"
"I am coming!"
Feng Lin rushed forward quickly.
He cut it down with one sword.
Wen Huarong easily resolved the counterattack.
Feng Lin raised his eyebrows. The sword in his right hand was indeed much stronger than his left hand.
Swish, brush, brush!
The sword in Feng Lin's hand suddenly accelerated, even without Qi's blessing.
I can still see the phantom of the sword.
From what angle and how to cut.
After cutting, how to carry out the second attack in the shortest time.
This is the knowledge that Meng Changsheng has made Feng Lin master since he was a child.
However, he mainly taught how to use daggers.
But they are both weapons, and their attacks are all slashing and stabbing.
Overall it's pretty much the same.
Lan He looked at Wen Huarong, who was gradually unable to resist, and stood up from the chair in shock.
Zheng!
The sound of a long sword cutting through the air sounded.
Feng Lin's sword fell in front of Wen Huarong's neck again.
"Who taught you this? It's a mess. You can only chop off the head and stab the heart, right?"
Wen Huarong stabbed the sword in his hand to the ground.
She looked a little confused and said, "Come again! Since your attack is so ruthless, I am also prepared to attack you in the same way."
"Haha, forget it, senior, I know you are giving in to me, not to mention that I am at my peak, so I don't need Qi, it is unfair to you."
Feng Lin reached a high level of emotional intelligence.
"Ahem! I didn't let you! However, I am indeed old and my body is not as responsive as before."
Wen Huarong crossed his arms and said calmly.
"I have always underestimated this Meng Changsheng."
Of course Lan He knew about Meng Changsheng, Feng Chen told him this.
However, Lan He only heard about Meng Changsheng's deeds.
Never seen it before.
Now it seems that he is definitely not simple.
He is a fighting genius.
"When my second master first started teaching me, he said that the essence of fighting is to kill people."
Feng Lin also stabbed his sword on the ground, "We are not actors filming a movie. Our moves don't have to be good-looking. Killing with one blow is the essence."
"good."
Lan He nodded lightly, "It's a pity that your fighting style is almost finalized. If I teach you again, it will affect you."
"Old man Lan, you don't need to teach me, just give me some powerful exercises."
Feng Lin smiled and rubbed his hands.
"By the way, don't you know how to use the White Emperor's Holy Sword? Let's try it out."
Lan He said suddenly.
"good!"
Feng Lin waved his hand gently, and five dark red swords appeared around his body.
"That's right. How do you use it when you're fighting?"
Lan He looked at these long swords and asked.
"Usually they assist me." Feng Lin replied.
His sword is always used to slash at the enemy. When the enemy shows a weakness, he attacks.
However, as the strength becomes stronger and stronger.
Almost all the masters I met had experienced hundreds of battles.
Will not reveal flaws easily.
Now, Feng Lin hid the White Emperor's Holy Sword in Shenfan's fake body, and the effect was even better.
Most people cannot see the blade inside.
After all, in essence, the sword blade and the divine clone are both made of Qi.
It's easy to fall for it.
"The layout is too small. This is not how swords are used. Give me a few days to study it."
Lan He sat back on the chair again, smiled and closed his eyes.
At this time, Wen Huarong took out his cell phone, looked at it, and said, "My friend has arrived. Master, you can inform Ji Guangling."
"good."
Lan He took out his cell phone and told Ji Guangling the address of Shura Palace.
Let him spread the news as quickly as possible.
This time, unlike the previous Flying Star Sect, they spread in secret.
But it's upright.
Presumably some experts not only from China, but also from abroad will come to join in the fun.
After Lan He made the call, he signaled to Feng Lin that he could also inform him.
Feng Lin dialed Xu Xianfan's number.
"You got the address so quickly?"
Xu Xianfan asked with a smile.
"That's right! I've got it. The address is in Juncheng, Jiangbei."
Feng Lin said into the phone, "Wen Huarong told me personally."
"You really did not disappoint me. If I guessed correctly, have you already arranged a master at this position?"
Xu Xianfan asked with a smile, "For example, Ji Guangling is waiting for me over there."
"It seems you don't understand me at all."
Feng Lin said coldly.
"Don't be angry. I'm just trying to save my life. I'm just going to say, don't say I'm dead, just tell me where I was hurt this time, and I'll pay double the amount to Xu Ruoying."
After Xu Xianfan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
"Grandma's fault! I'm so angry! This is the first time I've been led around by someone's nose."
Feng Lin cursed secretly, sooner or later he would kill her.
…
at the same time.
Xu Xianfan and Cen Caixuan were sitting by the lake.
On the most important island in the lake, Xu Ruoying continued to attack the formation.
"This girl is so energetic."
Cen Caixuan smiled and shook her head.
"You don't understand, she is practicing."
Xu Xianfan lay on the grass, took a deep breath and said, "I hope I can find the whereabouts of Xu Guoshou this time, and then I can start my revenge."
Xu Xianfan covered his face, and his voice was cold and bone-chilling, "I will also drag Xu Guoshou into the cesspool so that he will never be able to climb out."
At this time, Xu Xianfan took out his cell phone and looked at it, then sneered a few times.
"What's wrong?"
Cen Caixuan asked strangely.
"Tantai Yuan got the news from Nightmare's intelligence network. The country has announced the address of Shura Palace and welcomes experts from all walks of life to explore inside."
Xu Xianfan laughed disdainfully and said, "We'll have a good show this time."