466. Water conservancy and all things without contention
The flexibility of the Coiling Dragon Divine Sword was displayed to its extreme at this moment. Ling Jianfei tiptoed and flew back several feet, a trace of fear flashing through his heart.
"Why, you're scared!" Lu Chen sneered, his figure flashed vaguely, his speed doubled, and with a cry, he turned into a series of blurry phantoms and quickly pressed towards his opponent.
The Xuanqing heavy sword cut through the sky, shining in the sky and earth, carrying the force of thunder, like a silver thunderbolt, slamming towards the elegant figure, twisting the air wherever it went.
Explode the card, the world becomes dark, and the unrivaled force presses on the opponent.
The sharp and swift aura caused Ling Jianfei's expression to change, and his eyes reflected a cold light.
This sword seems a bit unusual, containing extremely strong power of heaven and earth.
Ling Jianfei's figure shook strangely on the spot and quickly avoided the sword.
There was a muffled sound, and Ling Jianfei's original location was instantly slashed with a huge sword mark. The surging sword energy impacted away, breaking through the hard floor tiles, and directly hit the opposite mountain wall twenty feet away.
With the roar, the rocks cracked and rocks flew in all directions, frightening the onlookers to dodge in all directions. If they hadn't dodged quickly, they would have been affected. Their fate would have been worse than being quartered.
"The peerless swordsman is well-deserved! However, it is not enough to force me to use my full strength with this strength!" Ling Jianfei stood not far away, looking at the opponent with an indifferent expression. A layer of hazy mist filled the square out of thin air, covering the square.
Everywhere is like a dream, like a dream.
Ling Jianfei's figure blended into the mist, like a ghost in the dark night, becoming looming until it disappeared.
Seeing this strange scene unfold, several god generals around them couldn't help but start talking in low voices.
"This guy is here again!" Battle smiled bitterly and shook his head. He knew very well how terrifying Ling Jianfei's strength was, especially his Fog Shadow Phantom Killing Style.
The Silver Star God General rubbed his bearded chin and said thoughtfully: "I remember that he used this trick against Lu Zhenxuan last time, but I didn't expect to use it on his son this time!"
"Ling Jianfei, it seems that he is serious about it!" said the Fire Source God General in a rough voice.
"Hmph, what qualifications does a young boy have to be Brother Ling's opponent!" Shuiyuan God General sneered, standing not far away with his arms folded, his beautiful eyes filled with contempt.
A group of people around them tried their best to open their eyes to see the scene in the square clearly, but the fog was too thick and they couldn't see the real situation clearly.
Lu Chen held two swords in his hands, his eyes flashed, and he looked around. The thick fog was slowly floating, everything seemed very quiet, and no sound could be heard.
In his life, he has experienced dozens of battles, big and small, and has encountered many opponents. Some are good at explosive strength, some are good at speed, and some are good at assassination. He has seen all kinds of opponents.
Only I have never seen an opponent like Ling Jianfei, who used the mist as a cover to form a special attack method.
It seems that he has really understood the law of water to a profound and perfect level.
After all, water has no stable state!
The temperature is low, it can condense into ice and freeze everything!
At high temperatures, it can evaporate into mist and disappear between heaven and earth.
Under normal circumstances, water can quietly penetrate every part of the earth and nourish all things.
When violent, it can overwhelm mountains and destroy everything!
When it is calm, it is unfathomable and inclusive of everything.
When the spring breeze turns into rain, it moistens things silently!
Water benefits all things without fighting, and is disliked by everyone, so it is not in line with the Tao.
Live in a good place, have a good heart, speak good faith, govern well, be able to do good things, and act at the right time. You just don't fight, so there is nothing wrong with you.
"To be able to understand the law of water to this extent, it seems that my father did not lose unjustly!" Lu Chen felt the mist surrounding him. He seemed calm on the surface, but deep down he was shocked by the other party's state.
The mist condensed and refused to disperse, so Ling Jianfei must have been secretly manipulating it to cover up his own aura, so that he could hide in the dark and conduct a sneak attack.
This guy is indeed a good person.
Lu Chen stood in the middle of the fog, feeling a pair of cold eyes staring at him secretly.
Whoosh! A blurry phantom suddenly shot out from behind, and struck Lu Chen with a sword like lightning.
Lu Chen seemed to have eyes on his back. He spun his feet and struck hard with a swift strike.
Then when the sword blades collided with each other, there was strangely no sound. Ling Jianfei's figure passed directly through him, as if a burst of mist had sprayed over him. Apart from feeling a little wet on his face, there was no movement at all.
"Phantom!"
Lu Chen frowned, as if facing a formidable enemy, he was ready to fight.
The surroundings were completely silent, as if they were cut off from the outside world, and there was no sound at all.
Whoosh, a sound broke through the air, and Ling Jianfei appeared behind Lu Chen like a ghost, and instantly stabbed him with a sword.
Lu Chen moved his feet sideways out of thin air, narrowly avoiding the sword. He turned around and waved the Coiling Dragon Soft Sword, shaking it rapidly, and the alluring purple light swept over the opponent.
Brush. Brush. Brush... Countless purple sword shadows spread out in all directions like a strong wind.
Ling Jianfei's figure flashed ghostly again and disappeared in an instant.
"Humph, you're playing such a little trick!" Lu Chen's eyes flashed with disdain.
Ling Jianfei was unable to hit a single blow, and the frequency of secret attacks became more and more rapid.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,,,,,
Ghostly phantoms kept coming out of the surrounding fog, striking at Lu Chen one after another, not giving him any chance to breathe.
Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang... The sword blades collided violently in the mist from time to time, sparkling with sparks.
Lu Chen was like a spinning top. He was constantly moving around in the square, like a big slippery loach, moving erratically through strange curves. The frequency of movement was getting faster and faster. Almost in the blink of an eye, he moved several times.
Second-rate.
It doesn't stay at the original position at all, like an irregular breeze with no trace to be found.
"The enemy is in the dark, I am in the light, the situation is not good for me!" In this complicated situation, Lu Chen would not be stupid enough to collide with the opponent head-on. Only by constantly moving can he avoid the opponent's weird attacks.
In terms of speed, both sides are evenly matched.
Ling Jianfei's only advantage was that he relied on the strangeness of the mist to make his movements more erratic and faster.
However, this advantage was broken when Lu Chen exploded at extreme speed.
After resisting the opponent's sword for nearly fifty or sixty times, Lu Chen's body was also scratched with sword marks, and his white robe was stained with blood.
"If you think you can defeat me with just this mist, you're too fanciful!" Lu Chen suddenly froze, his eyes were like torches, and the Coiled Dragon Soft Sword in his right hand shook rapidly, like a rattlesnake, and he suddenly let out a pleasant sound.
The sound of the sword chanting. The turbulent Xiantian Yuan was running rapidly in the body and poured into the soft sword. He waved his hand forward suddenly, and the strange purple sword light shot out in all directions like the sun.
The third form of the Thunder-Splitting Sword: Wind Blowing Snow!
Brush. Brush. Brush.....
With a roar, the misty and thunder-like purple wind swept across all directions instantly.
The fog shrouding the square was immediately blown away by the purple wind, and in a blink of an eye, a messy square was revealed.
"It's amazing. Even your father couldn't break this move, but you broke it. It's amazing!" Ling Jianfei stood not far from the east side and stared at Lu Chen in shock. He never expected that this little guy could break through it.
He gained his own Kirigakure phantom killing flow.
Not only him, but all the innate masters around him looked surprised when they saw this scene.
None of them expected that Lu Chen could actually escape from Ling Jianfei's sword force intact. He was worthy of being a descendant of the unparalleled sword master, and he was quite capable.
The old figure standing at the door of the temple, Mu Tianweng, stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the two people in the square with a smile.
He watched this fight from beginning to end, including the previous contest between the two sides in the mist. To be honest, Ling Jianfei was his favorite closed disciple in his life.
In just a hundred years, he could reach the state of perfecting the law of water. This understanding and talent were unparalleled in the world, and he was very satisfied!
But after seeing Lu Chen's performance today, his eyes lit up.
Genius, this is definitely a super genius.
How old is this kid? He must be less than twenty-five years old. It is simply incredible that he has understood the Law of Thunder and the Law of Wind to such an extent.
You know, when he was the other person's age, he couldn't even hold a sword firmly. To have such talent at such a young age is really a rare talent.
Within ten years, this kid is very likely to surpass Ling Jianfei.
In the square, the sound of a needle dropping could be heard, and everyone's eyes were focused on Lu Chen and Ling Jianfei.
Lu Chen slowly turned around, staring at his opponent with a pair of cold eyes, exuding powerful sword intent.
"Not bad, you were able to escape from my sword force. Now I begin to recognize your strength!" Ling Jianfei held the indigo blue divine sword and stared at Lu Chen solemnly.
After this series of fighting battles, he gradually realized that Lu Chen's strength was indeed extraordinary. Lu Chen's status in his heart rapidly increased, and he already regarded Lu Chen as an equal opponent.
Lu Chen sneered: "Whether you agree or not, it doesn't matter to me. Defeating you is just a regret for my father. Show your true strength. Otherwise, defeating you like this is really a waste."
A very boring thing!"
"Oh, it seems that you are sure of winning!" Ling Jianfei stared at Lu Chen with cold eyes.
Lu Chen said coldly: "I will prove to you that the innate limit is not absolutely invincible!"
"Then let's wait and see!" Ling Jianfei held the divine sword in his hand and gently exhaled a breath of cold air, his eyes shining with a blue light.
Immediately afterwards, the temperature of the sky and the earth suddenly dropped, a vague cold air spread from his sword blade, and ice-white frost quickly condensed in all directions.
Feeling the cold aura emanating from the other party, Chase Lu's heart was slightly shaken, he came.
The fluctuations of the Xiantian True Yuan are so strong that the opponent is secretly gathering momentum and must be performing some kind of special move.
The extremely cold air rushed towards him, making Lu Chen feel like he was in an ice cellar.
