Reborn Sword Emeperor in the City

Master Ling is the representative of the southern martial arts. It's arrogant for him to come to the northwest to challenge the leader of the northwest Martial Arts Alliance. However, they believe in penmanship. After all, he is the eldest disciple of the strongest swordsman. There must be a fierce duel between them.

It is not known who will win or lose. The martial arts masters sitting in the front row all bowed their heads and said, "master Ling is really powerful. He can resist the attack. It's terrible."

"That's to say, if it's me, even if I block it, I'll be seriously injured. Master Ling is so terrible. This time I've met a real opponent."

"Master Ling is the youngest martial arts wizard in 300 years, so his strength must be very strong." Ling Feng showed the strength, let all famous martial arts, inner fear, had to accept, has been sighing.

Maple said: "light cutting, and then let you back in a good smile."

Pen cutting holding his own hands of the wind fallen leaves sword, he did not expect, his full blow, only let Ling Feng back two steps. And he said aloud: "master Ling, I have to admit that you are very strong and your swordsmanship is superb, but there is still a gap between you and me. Today I will let you die."

If he loses today's brushwork, it will be the biggest shame in his life. In the martial arts world, in the whole northwest, he will lose his reputation. He is the eldest disciple of the sword maniac, so he can't afford to lose this man. If he loses, the best way is to die under his opponent's sword. If he wins, the leader of the whole northwest Wulin will still be him.

"Ha ha, OK, today I will kill you, let you have no regrets." Feng Ling said lightly.

"Master Ling, you are too arrogant. When the outcome is unknown, master Ling dares to say so. You are too crazy." He said.

"Ha ha, you are not my opponent at all. Killing you is as simple as killing an ant." Ling Feng said.

"Really, let's start. I will kill you with this sword, and then prove that my pen cutting is the name of the Wulin alliance leader." He said coldly, the murderous spirit in his eyes had been revealed, and then he looked at the wind fallen leaf sword in his hand and sighed. The wind leaves the blade to send out the clear song, as if is telling the pen to cut, fight with all one's strength.

Pen Feller picked up his sword and pointed to the sky. His aura burst out again. Hundreds of sword Qi flew directly to the sky and wrapped Ling Feng up.

And the brushwood will wind fallen leaves sword into the ground, a layer of shock wave scattered, brushwood loudly cried: "everyone, I borrow the sword yo."

As the sound fell, dozens of swords came around and wrapped Ling Feng in it. Ling Feng looks at the swords around him. He is a little surprised that these swords have directly formed a field. The field of swords seems that these swords don't want to hurt, but they can form a whole and connect with each other, as if they are integrated.

With the strong wind and fallen leaves sword in his hand, there are 26 swords around Ling Feng. He said with a smile, "master Ling, if you give up now, it's still time."

But Ling Feng didn't pay attention to it. He just said faintly: "with your little trick, a small sword array, it's full of holes. It's impossible to deal with me."

"Master Ling, you will soon know if it is full of loopholes." He said with a smile. Those who watched the battle all around looked at the sword array arranged by him. They were very confused.

"I've never seen such a move before. It's a strange skill. I've never seen the leader of the pen cutting alliance use it."

"It's the last card, the last trump card, to use different swords to form the same sword array?"

Many of them were very confused, so they talked about it.