Lin Fenghuo used the Yanyan True Essence Art with all his strength, like a substantial inner energy, like a cloak of flames, surrounding the dark-skinned boy.
The fifth Xiaoxiao didn't dare to be careless. With a touch of her hands on her waist, eight flying knives with cold light appeared between her slender fingers. Two short thorns flew like snakes in the girl's palms. The ponytail girl was there.
He kept moving, swinging his hands repeatedly, and held the two short thorns back in his hands, while the flying knife held between his fingers turned into eight rays of cold light and shot towards the boy opposite with wisps of light yellow inner energy.
This unique skill of throwing a knife really amazed the people watching the competition in the audience.
"What a smart flying knife, it throws eight rays!" Zhang Yanshi, the oldest and strongest person in this martial arts competition, couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration.
Lin Fenghuo stared at the fine iron straight knife in his hand and ignored the flying knife that was heading straight towards him. He held the straight knife horizontally in his right hand, and the inner energy of Yanyan all over his body gathered crazily towards the blade. Lin Fenghuo raised his left hand and
The blade that was originally glowing with red light was stroked quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the flaming blade turned into cyan.
Lin Fenghuo shouted softly: "Green Flame Fire Wave Sword!" He saw him spin and slash, and a huge blue flame sword light swept across the field, smashing all the eight cold-light flying knives flying towards him.
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"What a Qingyan Fire Wave Sword, a five-element level fire attribute skill? It's really overbearing!" Zhou Di, who was watching the battle beside Yi Xifeng, praised.
Seeing Lin Fenghuo's successful rescue, the fair boy nodded secretly. After all, the swarthy boy had already used this sword technique during training in Maple Leaf Forest some time ago. It was exactly the sword technique he used against Wang Bodang at that time, although he was ultimately defeated by Wang Bodang's sword technique.
The Hundred-Refined Tiger King Spear, but that is the difference in cultivation level between the two, and has nothing to do with sword skills.
However, there was one person among the people present who was always frowning. This person was Wang Bodang.
As the only person present who had experienced the Green Flame Fire Wave Sword, the strong young man clearly understood the domineering nature of this sword technique. And this was exactly what puzzled him.
Although Lin Fenghuo used this sword technique this time, it was more powerful than the first time he used it, and his flexibility was much improved. He could actually destroy all incoming flying knives with one blow.
Wang Bodang thought to himself that if faced with such a green flame fire wave knife, it would be impossible for him to use the barrel of a gun to knock the opponent out. However, he had a clear understanding of his own strength. An attack of this level would
I can still bear it, but it is impossible to defeat myself with this trick.
This is where the muscular boy was confused. What the swarthy boy said just now, he clearly meant for himself, but if the boy on the stage wanted to use this move to defeat him, he would be looking down on him.
Although Lin Fenghuo and Wang Bodang had known each other for a short time, they had similar temperaments. Since the seven returned from Maple Leaf Forest, Wang Bodang had drank with Lin Fenghuo and Zhao Long several times.
Zhao Long was a man of few words. Every time the three of them went to a restaurant to have a drink, the boy with two swords always drank very little and ate a lot due to his inner energy skills. Although the swarthy boy was a few years younger than them,
However, drinking is refreshing, but unfortunately the amount of alcohol is average, but fortunately the wine is excellent.
Every time the three of them drank until the end, Wang Bodang and Lin Fenghuo drank a lot, so they communicated a lot. The strong young man understood Lin Fenghuo's persistence and pride, so he always believed that this was not what the swarthy young man wanted. Show him the moves.
Fifth Xiaoxiao avoided the aftermath of the young man's sword light with several ups and downs, clenched the double thorns tightly, and said expressionlessly:
"Be careful!"
As soon as the pony-tailed girl finished speaking, her figure had disappeared from the spot, and the next moment, she appeared ten feet away.
The girl's feet did not stop, her slender legs stepped on the bluestone floor again, and the graceful figure disappeared again. When she reappeared, the distance between her and Lin Fenghuo had become ten feet closer.
"Is this... is this the speed of movement possessed by Mang Realm warriors?" Everyone present could not help but change their expressions slightly. Even Zhang Yanshi, Zhao Long, Wang Bodang and others were secretly shocked.
However, among the people present, there were two people with normal expressions. One was Yi Xifeng, and the other was Lin Fenghuo, who was fighting on the field at this time.
The former is Li Chengtao's student and has been practicing swordsmanship with him for many years. He is also one of the few people in the world who is still alive and well after experiencing the "Thirteen Swords of Chasing the Wind".
In Yi Xifeng's eyes, Fifth Xiaoxiao's movement speed can only be regarded as speed. At the same time, he is also confident that with Li Chengtao's years of "actual combat training", he can dodge the opponent's attack.
As for the latter, as the grandson of Lin Hengshan and the son of Lin Rufa, his knowledge is not lower than that of the fair boy.
"Ding, pfft!" Fifth Xiaoxiao and Lin Fenghuo passed by each other, and saw a small blood hole on the dark boy's left shoulder. The blood poured out of his left shoulder as if it was free. In the blink of an eye, Blood flowed down his left arm.
The fifth Xiaoxiao turned her head and looked doubtfully. The young man behind her, who was less than two feet away from her, said in a cold voice: "If you continue to fight, you will die."
Lin Fenghuo looked directly at the ponytail girl and asked: "How will you know if you don't try?"
"Are you really looking for death?" the girl asked in a cold voice.
Hearing the question from the girl opposite, the swarthy boy couldn't help but laugh:
"The path to martial arts involves nine deaths. If I am greedy for life and afraid of death, why should I waste my time here?"
"You talk about martial arts at such a young age?" Fifth Xiaoxiao sneered softly.
The young man murmured to himself: "Martial arts?..."
Lin Fenghuo's eyes suddenly became confused, and scenes continued to appear in his mind...
When he was very young, his grandfather Lin Hengshan came to the blacksmith and said to his father:
"You have a tough and loyal heart. Machiavellian tactics are not suitable for you, so just fight with your iron." That was also the only time the dark-skinned boy saw his father's stalwart figure. He knelt in front of Lin Hengshan and did not get up for a long time... …
In the blink of an eye, the scene in front of him changed again. It was when he was five years old. He and Yi Xifeng were playing horseback and fighting and were severely beaten by the other party. He returned home alone, dragging a wooden sword and crying. It happened that his father Lin Rufa was also there. At that time, his father looked at himself and said softly:
"You are stubborn and upright, and would rather break than bend. Sword training is not suitable for you... Fenghuo, start practicing swordsmanship from today on, straight swords!" From then on, Lin Fenghuo began to practice swordsmanship, although he no longer played horseback riding with Yi Xifeng.
We fought, but we never lost again!
The image in his mind flashed away. In just a moment, the young man came back to his senses, looked at the straight knife in his hand, and murmured:
"What martial arts? In my eyes, there are only straight swords and straight paths! I would rather take the straight path than seek it from the crooked path!"
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Lin Fenghuo raised his head, the confusion in his eyes disappeared, and he laughed loudly: "Haha, I'd rather break than bend! Haha, Wang Bodang! Please watch this move for me! Fifth girl, please teach me!"
"Stunt skill, Flowing Blade" Lin Fenghuo said in a deep voice, then paused.
I saw the crimson Yanyan True Yuan no longer beating around the young man's body, but integrated into his blood as if spiritually. The bright red blood that originally flowed down his left arm was continuously infused with the True Yuan.
Below, it exuded a bright red color like a flame.
The dark boy's arms, also under the infusion of inner energy, caused the blood vessels under the skin of the arms to emit bursts of red light, which was the bright red emitted by the blood flowing in the blood vessels. This bright red blood vein pattern appeared on both arms.
, gradually spreading throughout the body.
"Fenghuo!" Lin Fenghuo said softly. As the words disappeared, the figure of the young man holding the knife appeared. The next moment, he appeared in front of the fifth Xiaoxiao. Without any fancy, he chopped it off with one knife!
Lin Fenghuo's unique skill, Flowing Blade Beacon Fire, is comparable to the protagonist's "Thousand Miles of Rivers" move. Lin Fenghuo is also the first among the seven to touch his martial arts. Well, the first male supporting actor, a genius is a genius. After all, it has been a genius since ancient times.
There are two pillars that are the tradition of genius. Let’s get back to the subject, character: Lin Fenghuo. Martial arts belief: It is better to take the straight path rather than seek from the twists and turns.