Leng Feng took a deep breath, clenched the Abyss Sword in his hand, and looked at the Sword God Jinghe who was standing not far away with a solemn expression.

This was an inevitable battle, even if he was not an assassin, he had no intention of assassinating the Huaxia chief.

But the four gods of Huaxia insisted that he was an assassin, which made him difficult to argue, even if he was really not an assassin.

Now, only a fight with the sword god and then take the opportunity to escape is the main thing.

Any one of the four gods of Huaxia can torture him to death, he has no ability to fight against them at all, so he can only find a way to escape when Lin Tianhua is not paying attention.

Only Lin Tianhua had the ability to block him, and as for the other three, Leng Feng was confident that he could escape from their attacks.

After all, although he was facing the four gods of Huaxia, he also had the pride of killing gods in the air.

Jinghe still stood motionless, his eyes closed, as if he was isolated from this world, and there was no reaction.

Leng Feng will not attack rashly, because it is a sword god, and his combat experience is not known how many times more than Leng Feng. Leng Feng's usual combat skills are useless in front of Jing He, after all, Jing He has lived for hundreds of years.

Looking at Jing He, who was still closing his eyes, Leng Feng gritted his teeth, he couldn't think of any countermeasures that could deal with the Sword God, so he could only choose to fight hard.

The cold wind suddenly opened the five fingers of his left hand, and a black light flashed through the air.

Immediately after, hundreds of black feathers appeared around Jinghe's body, and the feathers continued to rotate around his body, beginning to cut his body.

But when the feather was about to touch his body, it was blocked by an invisible force, completely neutralizing the attack.

Leng Feng raised his left hand and gently pushed his palm in the direction of Jinghe.

The next moment, the feathers that swirled around Jinghe's body suddenly turned into eagles the size of two fists.

This change made the eyes of the other three of the four gods of Huaxia change, they didn't expect that Leng Feng's ability was so unique, not only could he turn a long sword, but also turn his feathers into eagles.

The appearance of the eagle finally made Jing He's breathing a little messy, because every eagle was hitting the protection of his body.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of Jinghe's messy breathing, Leng Feng kicked his right foot hard, and with the power of his wings, the whole person flew towards Jinghe like a cannonball.

He didn't plan to use any skills to deal with Jinghe, he just wanted to use the strongest tricks to deal with him.

That is the trick "No Trace" that Mu Shiyun taught him!

Leng Feng clenched the abyss with his right hand, and when he was less than two meters away from Jinghe, he suddenly swung out the abyss sword in his hand, and then his whole person became illusory.

Sensing the attack of the cold wind, Jing He, who was originally standing with his hands in his hands, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of shock.

But Leng Feng didn't have time to care about his surprise, and waved the abyss sword in his hand, drawing out countless sword rays, each of which fell on Jing He's body.

Jing He finally reacted, his right hand reached for his back like lightning, and pulled out the long sword he had been carrying.

The sword was unsheathed, and a ray of light flashed through the air, giving people a deep sense of coldness.

It was the Longquan Sword, one of the most famous long swords in Chinese history.

This has always been Jinghe's sabre, and it has been for hundreds of years.

Seeing Jinghe draw his sword, everyone's faces changed slightly.

Especially Lin Tianhua and the others, they always thought that Jinghe would not draw his sword.

Over the years, Jinghe has never drawn his sword when he dealt with the enemy. Because no one can be strong enough to make him draw his sword, all the time!

But now, the Longquan Sword, which had been silent for many years, was finally unsheathed, and it was to deal with this air killing god who looked to be less than twenty years old!

"Dingdingding......"

The sound of swords clashing with each other sounded in the dark night, and it was so crisp in the silent night, like someone playing a piano in the dark.

However, in the ears of the cold wind, it is not beautiful at all.

This was the first time he had used "No Trace" on someone else, and it was also the first time that someone had blocked it.

Within three seconds, Leng Feng's body changed its position hundreds of times, and more than a thousand sword rays were drawn.

This means that he attacked more than a thousand times in three seconds.

That's the power of "No Trace"!

But...... Except for the previous attacks, the rest were all blocked by Jinghe, and Jinghe never changed his position, standing in place to resist the attack of the cold wind.

This made Leng Feng's heart tremble deeply, and he couldn't believe this fact.

After all, this is the strongest trick that Mu Shiyun taught him, and it is also his biggest hole card.

But now, it was actually blocked by Jinghe, and Jinghe has not changed its position!

How can this make the cold wind acceptable!

When the cold wind swung out the last blow, Jing He turned around suddenly, and the Longquan sword in his hand followed and slashed at the cold wind's abyssal sword.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound of collision sounded again, and the abyss sword in Leng Feng's hand broke in response.

That's right, his Abyss Sword was broken, and it was cut by Jinghe's Longquan Sword.

The body of the Abyss Sword broke, turned back into dozens of feathers, and disappeared into the darkness.

Leng Feng's right hand was empty, and he stood in place, not making any further attacks.

And Jinghe also took advantage of this opportunity to draw a few sword flowers towards Leng Feng's chest, and then stabbed forward.

"Sneer......"

Several streaks of blood spurted out of Leng Feng's chest, and Leng Feng flew out upside down and fell to the ground five meters away.

His chest was already stained red with blood, a cross-shaped blood mark carved into his chest, and a small hole in the middle of the cross.

This was caused by the last stab of the Longquan Sword.

The sharp pain constantly stimulated the cold wind's brain, causing his breathing to be extremely short, and his heart was beating violently.

This was the most difficult battle Leng Feng had ever experienced, and it was also a battle with no chance of winning. He has no chance of defeating at all, and if he survives, he will only be sent to death.

After all, he was facing the strongest sword god among the four gods of Huaxia.

Jing He held the Longquan Sword and walked towards the cold wind that fell to the ground step by step.

But what was surprising was that his breathing was actually very rapid, as if he had encountered something that made him panic.

Under the surprised gaze of Lin Tianhua and the others, Jinghe shouted loudly at the cold wind: "Why do you use Traceless! What is the relationship between you and Mu Shiyun?"

"Boom!"

Hearing the name Mu Shiyun, Lin Tianhua and the three of them suddenly felt a roar in their brains, and their eyes looking at Leng Feng also became curious.

Jinghe has lived for hundreds of years and has only been defeated by one person.

That is Mu Shiyun.

Jinghe was extremely arrogant back then and took the initiative to challenge Mu Shiyun. As a result, Mu Shiyun used a wooden sword, and defeated Jinghe with just one move "No Trace".

The Longquan Sword he used at that time was also smashed to pieces by "No Trace" at that time.

But it was later repaired by Mu Shiyun's ability, and Jinghe was able to continue to use this sword.

Jinghe has always kept this move in his mind, because he was defeated by this move, and as a sword god, he has always felt that it was a shame.

Because he lost to a woman, and this woman was stronger than him in the sword I don't know how many times.

Most importantly, he loved this woman deeply, otherwise how could he want to defeat her.

The strong are respected, Jinghe has always hoped to defeat Mu Shiyun and then courting her.

It's just that it's impossible, Mu Shiyun is invincible, and no one can touch a single hair of her.

And this trick is traceless, and only she can use it, and no one can learn it at all.

The speed at which Leng Feng used this trick was far inferior to Mu Shiyun, so Jinghe was able to resist it.

However, when he saw Leng Feng using this trick, Jinghe was completely shocked, and then went crazy.

Because this is a trick that Mu Shiyun will use, he now sees that there is actually another person using it.

How could he take it.

Jinghe begged Mu Shiyun to teach him this trick, but he was seriously injured by Mu Shiyun, and finally had to flee in humiliation.

Now that he sees the use of cold wind, of course he wants to know what the relationship between cold wind and Mu Shiyun is, after all, Mu Shiyun's tricks have never been passed on, and no one can learn them secretly.

The cold wind that fell to the ground wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and he struggled to get up from the ground.

But the sharp pain in his chest almost collapsed, and the sword qi of the Longquan Sword penetrated deep into his wounds, doubling the pain.

Jinghe walked to Leng Feng's side, pointed his sword at him, and said in a heavy tone: "Say, why do you use Traceless, what is the relationship between you and Mu Shiyun?"

Seeing Jinghe's appearance, Leng Feng snorted disdainfully and said, "You are not qualified to know." ”

Indeed, in the eyes of Leng Feng, what kind of thing is Jinghe, and what qualifications do you have to ask about the relationship between him and Mu Shiyun.

Leng Feng and Mu Shiyun are actually not like master and apprentice, but like mother and son.

Mu Shiyun regards Leng Feng as his son, and Leng Feng regards Mu Shiyun as his mother.

What is Jinghe, and what qualifications do you have to ask about the relationship between Leng Feng and Mu Shiyun?

"You!"

Jing He's body shook violently, and then slowly calmed down, and did not attack the cold wind again, nor did he ask any more questions.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, Jing He put the Longquan Sword back into the scabbard on his back, and then took a few steps back.

"Jinghe, what are you doing here?" Lin Tianhua hurriedly asked.

"He may know Mu Shiyun, otherwise he wouldn't use Traceless. Jinghe turned his back to the cold wind, and there was a hint of pain in his tone.

In the past, he was almost killed in order to learn this trick.

But now that he saw Leng Feng using this trick, how could he not be uncomfortable.

"That's why you let him go?" Jiang Yan said.

"I won't hurt anyone who has a relationship with Mu Shiyun. ”

After speaking, Jinghe took a few steps forward, away from the cold wind that was still lying on the ground.

The other three glanced at each other, and then Lin Tianhua spoke: "No matter what, the chief is here, we must ensure the safety of the chief, this is our duty!"

After speaking, Lin Tianhua took a step forward, slowly raised his hand, palmed his palm against the cold wind, and said in a deep voice: "I don't care what the relationship between you and Mu Shiyun is, but if you want to assassinate the chief, we can't just let you go." ”