Ziwei recovered, these four words made Lin Jingyu stunned.

How does this name have a familiar taste?

It's like I've seen or heard of it sometimes.

It doesn't matter, Lin Jingyu's time is very tight, he needs to recuperate well at this moment, he can't be lazy, who knows what Tiankun will do in a while?

What if he suddenly suffers?

Lin Jingyu couldn't guess for sure, so he used Ziwei's recovery to recover the injuries on his hands while brewing thunderous palms.

This thundering palm is to be used against Tiankun, and it is Lin Jingyu's hole card.

"Mo Lao. , I'm going to attack him now? Lin Jingyu asked.

"Decide for yourself, and if it's feasible, then go ahead." Mo Lao replied.

Lin Jingyu nodded slightly, looked at Tiankun's position, and found that he was looking at this side with a curious expression, and his expression was confused.

"Little Brother Feng, are you okay, can you continue to fight?" Tiankun asked.

"Of course, I can, but I need to say a few words before I fight." Lin Jingyu replied.

In fact, at this moment, Lin Jingyu discovered a very gratifying thing, that is, his injury is recovering at an astonishing and rapid speed, all thanks to the crape myrtle given by Zhang Chenlong.

I really didn't expect that the speed of recovery from injuries could be so fast.

The injuries on his hands are similar to internal injuries, so there are no obvious changes outside, but Lin Jingyu, as a party, is clear and scared him.

At this rate, it is possible to recover all injuries within ten minutes, and these ten minutes, on any injury, it is impossible to fully recover.

Lin Jingyu wanted to say a few words to Tiankun, just to delay a little time, and strive to recover from the injury on his hand, so that he could carry out the next plan.

"Oh? What does the little brother want to say? ”

Tiankun saw Lin Jingyu's serious face, but he didn't suspect too much, he really thought that Lin Jingyu had something important.

"Brother Tiankun, can I know which sect you four masters belong to?" Lin Jingyu looked at Tiankun and asked.

That's all I could think of temporarily.

And if you think about it, that's a good question...... Actually, it's quite reasonable.

However, this question made Tiankun stunned.

This question, Lin Jingyu seems to have asked something that should not be asked.

So Tiankun was thinking about whether to answer this question, or how to reject Lin Jingyu.

"Hehe, Brother Tiankun don't be nervous, I don't mean anything else, if you don't want to tell me, it doesn't matter, I can talk about my own sect, my name is Fengyu, from Fengyimen, my senior brother's name is Fenglang, you... Acquaintance? Lin Jingyu asked tentatively.

As a last resort, Lin Jingyu pulled Fengyimen as a shield, and added Feng Lang.

"Fengyimen? Wind Lang? ”

Tiankun couldn't help but groan, these two names, he needed to recall well, it seemed to ......

Seeing that Tiankun was reminiscing, Lin Jingyu didn't bother, Ziwei was recovering and cooperating with Xuanyang Jue to repair his injuries at an extremely fast speed, and he was sure that in less than five minutes, the injuries would definitely recover!

That's amazing, Lin Jingyu is happy in his heart.

He never thought that the auxiliary mental method given by Zhang Chenlong would have such an obvious effect.

"I've heard of Feng Yimen, as for Feng Lang, I've vaguely heard of it, but I haven't seen him in person, is he really your senior brother?" Tiankun asked.

Apparently, he remembered.

"Our Fengyi Sect is a small sect, even if Brother Tiankun hasn't heard of it, it's reasonable, dare to ask Brother Tiankun, would you like to tell your sect?"

Lin Jingyu still held on to this question.

To be honest, Lin Jingyu really wants to know which sect Tiankun comes from, so it is good to have a good plan, know each other and confidant, and be invincible in a hundred battles.

"Hehe, Little Brother Feng is laughing, Fengyimen is or is not a small sect, who dares to draw conclusions, now that he has seen such a talented little brother Feng, who would dare to say that Fengyimen is weak?" Tiankun shook his head and said helplessly.

"As for which sect I am, I think it's better not to know the little brother Feng, after all, even if you know, it won't be good for you."

It seems that Tiankun still doesn't want to say it, but he feels embarrassed that Lin Jingyu reported that he belonged to the sect, but he didn't have a courtesy exchange, which didn't seem very polite.

"Anyway, Brother Tiankun doesn't want to reveal it, there must be some troubles, so I won't ask anymore, let's continue the next competition!"

Lin Jingyu made a move, and the snow sword that was knocked out by Tiankun just now flew over with a swish.

The next moment, the snow sword was tightly held in Lin Jingyu's hand.

"Little Brother Feng, are you sure you can continue to fight?" Tiankun asked.

He thought that Lin Jingyu could take the initiative to admit defeat.

However, in the current situation, Lin Jingyu will not admit defeat.

Anyway, Tiankun plans to fight until Lin Jingyu admits defeat.

Lin Jingyu secretly thought about the scene when he first prompted the thunderous palm.

However, he couldn't help but wonder, the scene at that time could be described as a kind of fantasy, he didn't even know what he was doing, only that he wanted to release a violent force.

That violent force, like the power of thunder and lightning, is extremely powerful, and ordinary people may be life-threatening if they are contaminated at all, which is why Master Xuzhu rescued Zhang Qingsong in the first place, if he didn't make a move, then Zhang Qingsong would really be uncertain about his life and death.

So now, Lin Jingyu is thinking about rehearsing that scene, and then defeating Tiankun in front of him.

The snow sword in his hand was already buzzing and trembling, that was the effect of Lin Jingyu's blessing of true qi, and the power it contained was already quite strong, but Lin Jingyu knew very well that this kind of strength was still too weak compared to an A-level late-stage martial artist like Tiankun, and only the thundering palm could have an effect on it.

"No. 7 Sword Technique, Third Style!"

Lin Jingyu said silently in his heart, and then began to dance the long sword in his hand.

Boom, boom, boom......

Faster and faster, the body of the snow sword could still be seen clearly, but then it became more and more blurred, turning into an afterimage.

He's doing something, that's gathering momentum, provoking.

Buzz.

One sword shadow, two sword shadows, three ......

The sword shadows, under Lin Jingyu's operation, one after another, from nothing, from less to more, from the sparse at the beginning, to the dense at the back.

In the past ten seconds, Lin Jingyu has already conjured up a hundred sword shadows, flying in the air, which is very fantastic!

"This ......"

Tiankun was a little dumbfounded, what kind of swordsmanship is this, why is it so weird?

The crowd of onlookers was also stupid, so many sword shadows, like a swarm of hornets!

In twenty seconds, the air was already filled with no less than two hundred sword shadows!

"Attack!"

Lin Jingyu swung out the last sword, and the direction of this sword pointed to Tiankun's position.

The third style of the No. 7 sword trick is both offensive and defensive.

However, Lin Jingyu had no intention of defending, and the more than 200 sword shadows that were conjured up were all used to attack, and there was nothing left!