Shinra Tenzun

Chapter 293 Mortal

"Duan Qi, we met again." Lin Feng's words were very serious, he didn't look down on Duan Qi, on the contrary, he seemed to meet an old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years.

Duan Qi jumped onto the ring with a serious expression, unconsciously clenched the sword in his hand.

Without a word to say, his figure flashed, and the Qingcheng sword quickly slashed towards Lin Feng.

The wind picked up, and the horns of hair beside Lin Feng's cheeks fluttered slightly, and he also clenched the sword in his hand - Lin Fengjian!

This sword was forged by him in the previous life. Before he died, he was buried at the foot of the Lingjian Sect. It is a sword that fell asleep 800 years ago. When the forbidden curse is released again, it will be it When killing people.

Below the arena, everyone became quiet, there was no cynicism, not even the sound of breathing, only the sound of the wind blowing into the ears.

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Han Mengling clasped her arms around her and gently pulled her clothes, feeling a slight coolness in the wind. After flying back from Lingyu Peak Square, he has been staying in the Qianshan Square of Hidden Sword Peak.

Standing under the sword pavilion, looking at the Qichi sword in his hand, he was dazed.

Memories of that day flooded my mind.

On that day, in front of everyone, he gave her the eighth-order inscription treasure.

For her, he would spend a month working tirelessly, looking for all kinds of precious and rare materials, just to forge a sword for her, just to surprise her.

After that day, Han Mengling finally had the answer, and she felt that all her sacrifices were worthwhile.

"I'm sorry, Duan Qi, I don't want you to accompany me on an adventure, you haven't found your father yet, you haven't won the first place in the martial arts tournament yet!"

"But I, I can't lose this opportunity. Today is the most lax day in Jiange's management. If I miss today, I'm afraid I will have to wait another three years before I can find a chance to enter Jiange."

Han Mengling held the Qichi sword in her hand, the red sword couldn't speak, it just kept shining fiery red light.

She didn't dare to tell Duan Qi, so she could only speak to the sword.

Entering the Jiange this time, she didn't know what kind of danger would be waiting for her. Thinking of this, Han Mengling suddenly felt a little scared.She is not afraid of death, but she is afraid that she will never see Duan Qi again.

Step by step approaching Jiange.

But at this moment, Han Mengling suddenly realized that there was another person in front of her, who was also walking towards the Jiange.

Han Mengling was shocked in her heart, besides herself, who else would want to approach Jiange?

Looking at the man's clothes, he was still a white-robed disciple.

"Hey! Don't approach Jiange directly!" Han Mengling kindly reminded, fearing that the female disciple would touch the power grid without knowing the situation and be wiped out.

The man was slightly taken aback, but he still stretched out his hand. Those hands actually passed through the light red power grid, but nothing happened.

And that person also heard Han Mengling's shout, and turned his head in a mule manner.

Seeing this face, Han Mengling was so frightened that she almost cried out, "You...you...are you duckweed?"

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Duan Qi's sword is very fast. In a short period of time, he taught him the Seven Star Step. The Qingcheng sword flashed in mid-air quickly and became invisible. No one could see the sword in Duan Qi's hand clearly. His sword was already approaching The point of being invisible.

His movement is even more flexible, flickering left and right, without rules.

This battle has lasted for 5 minutes, neither of them used the power of Wuhun, they were just competing with each other's swordsmanship.

Lin Feng didn't draw his sword for a long time, but kept backing away, his body slightly tilted back 45 degrees, his footsteps kept backing up, and he walked in mid-air.

"Duan Qi, is your swordsmanship only this small?" Lin Feng put one hand on his back and held Lin Feng's sword with the other, "Have you heard the story of Wuxian Lin Feng 800 years ago?"

Duan Qiyi stabbed out with his sword, piercing into Lin Feng's heart.

But he was surprised to find that the person in front of him was just a phantom, and the real Lin Feng moved a little to the left at that moment.

This weird phantom made the audience roar enthusiastically.

And more people looked at Lin Feng with great fear.

"This guy's talent, how is it possible... In just half a year, he has reached the Tianyuan realm, and the movement technique just now turned out to be the most mysterious moving movement technique of the Spirit Sword Sect - Lingbo Weibu."

"What? How could Lin Feng have such agility?"

"Duan Qi, how are you going to deal with it?" Off the field, there was a person silently watching Duan Qi, and that person was Tan Ziyang who had been defeated by Duan Qi.

In the battle between Lin Feng and Duan Qi, there were very few female disciples watching the battle, because Lin Feng's tactics were too bloody and violent, and it could even be said that they were psychopathic. Most female disciples simply could not accept such a scene.

Duan Qi has brought the elephant's invisible swordsmanship to the extreme. His sword speed has reached the fastest in history, but he found that he can't hurt Lin Feng no matter what. "You mentioned the Martial Immortal 800 years ago, why?"

Lin Feng smiled bitterly: "Hehehehe, isn't it ridiculous and generous for you to use the elephant invisible sword technique I created to deal with me?"

Duan Qi was slightly startled, then smiled and said: "Hmph, your lies are too incompetent!"

Lin Feng didn't explain, but nodded approvingly: "You are very talented, and you can even further perfect my elephant invisible swordsmanship. It's a pity, you are my enemy, otherwise, when I become a Martial Immortal At that time, maybe I can promote you and make you my right-hand man."

When Lin Feng spoke, he always had an inexplicable confidence, as if he became a martial artist, it was all expected and there was no difficulty.

A person who became a Martial Immortal 800 years ago will never take these mortals seriously if he embarks on this path again 800 years later.

Lin Feng stabbed out with his right hand, and Lin Feng's sword pierced the wind. The sword pierced Duan Qi's heart as if piercing through Changhong.

Duan Qi was in mid-air and made a block with all his strength.

The Allure Sword stood in front of him.

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The two swords collided violently, generating strong sparks in mid-air. Under the pressure of Lin Fengjian, Qingcheng sword bent back quickly, forming an extremely dangerous arc, as if it could be broken at will.

The tip of the sword even reached the bottom of Duan Qi's neck.

After the two swords collided, Duan Qi's body quickly flew towards the rear.

After stabilizing his body in mid-air, he suddenly found a scratch on the Qingcheng sword in his hand.

Duan Qi was horrified, he didn't expect that the opponent's sword could make a scratch on the Qingcheng sword.

Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, like an old man who has survived for many years, calm and steady like a mountain. His expression, words, and behavior are all incompatible with this 17-year-old.

"Duan Qi, I have already said that your talent is good, but it is a pity that you are a mortal. A mortal life is short, and a hundred years is a long time. You will never be able to defeat me, Martial Immortal Lin Feng!"

(End of this chapter)