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"Do you want to choose other characters of Chiaki Kendo?" Jian Jian asked again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Select."

Lin Fei came back to his senses.

As soon as the words of the answer fell, a stream of information suddenly entered Lin Fei's brain.

This information is about the structural system diagram of the Thousand Autumn Sword Sect.

From the topmost sect master, then the elders, sect leaders, inner door stewards, inner door disciples, outer door heads, deputy heads, and so on, a series of job ranks. All of them are optional.

Lin Fei even had the urge to directly choose the first Qianqiu Sword Sect Sect Master. But he knew it must be looking for death.

"Is it true that after I fight once, the opponent will disappear directly?" He asked in detail.

"Sword Sect-level battle trial, death is real death, and there is no resurrection. Kill or defeat an opponent to gain the corresponding spatial evolution according to their status and strength, please be careful! From this stage onwards, the space begins to be less bound to the imprint of the powerhouses of this level and higher. Jian Dian explained indifferently.

"Lower? Does it mean that you can't completely control these strong marks? ”

"There is a certain probability that the imprint of the strong will be generated, and the memory will be freed from the shackles and the reading ability will be restored."

"So they'll have their own reading thoughts?"

"Yes."

Lin Fei's heart sank. "If that's really the case, maybe you can learn a certain amount of truth about the Sword Code from the mouths of these strong people."

His eyes flickered, and he was silent for a moment.

"Sword Classic, what status does Ren Ling belong to in the Qianqiu Sword Sect?"

"Deacon of the Outer Gate."

"Choose another person of the same status, feel free to do so."

Suddenly, on the grass in front of Lin Fei, a vague figure slowly took shape.

This is a handsome man with a slender figure and starry sword eyebrows, a plain white robe with fluttering sleeves, a Qingfeng sword upside down with one hand, his face is like a crown of jade, and his expression is indifferent.

A typical ancient sword cultivation style.

As soon as he appeared, the man didn't say a word, and a white point of light appeared directly around him, and the long sword in his hand stabbed abruptly.

Laugh at!

A sword qi like Bai Lian rushed out in an instant, stabbing straight at Lin Fei, the speed was so fast that it was almost like teleportation.

Lin Fei flashed in an instant, but his right arm was still cut directly, blood spurted wildly, and severe pain poured directly into his brain. His right arm was broken off and rolled to the ground, blood spilled all over the ground.

"Damn!! How can the people of this Qianqiu Sword Sect be crazy! His face turned fierce, and he picked up the black magic sword in his left hand, and countless golden colors suddenly exploded. Directly entered the state of the Polar Shadow. The figure disappeared abruptly.

The white-robed man's long sword turned sideways, his body spun around quickly, and countless sword qi flew like raindrops.

There was a soft snort, and a trace of blood appeared in the man's throat. Almost at the same time, Lin Fei stumbled, fell out of the void, and directly exited the Polar Shadow state, and the whole person was covered in blood, like a bloody person.

Lin Fei's eyes were firmly fixed on the throat of the man opposite.

That place was the result of his eleven consecutive attacks, and the power of the opponent's sword qi was too great, and every time he was about to touch the other party, he was avoided by his sword qi. Even the speed of the Polar Shadow was inevitably rubbed by the sword qi. This is also the source of the injuries on his body.

Lin Fei stared at the man's throat.

But unfortunately, the white-robed man closed his eyes slightly, and a sudden silence and despair erupted again.

Boom!

The whole person was directly blown into countless pieces of flesh and blood.

Lin Fei only felt that his eyes were gloomy. A pain all over my body.

Burst!

In the dormitory, Lin Fei couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood. Blood splattered to the ground, and a thick smell of blood spread.

He held on to the table so that he wouldn't let himself fall. Physically, it was completely due to the severe mental damage that caused serious negative injuries, and the whole person temporarily fell into a temporary state of weakness.

"It seems that it is really the same as the reminder of the Sword Codex, the confrontation at this stage is not something I can afford now." Lin Fei knew in his heart that whether it was a woman in a black dress or a man in a white robe today, its essence had a strong and extremely strong spiritual impact. And it's all the same despair of the same surname.

Fortunately, the new type of true power that fused with the pseudo-true power had a very powerful healing effect on the injury, and in less than ten minutes, after a few large cycles, the blood qi damage loss that had been received due to the mental impact was quickly replenished.

Lin Fei sat on the chair and took a deep breath to adjust his physical state.

"Swordsmanship, swordsmanship, sword skills, swordsmanship, are all techniques and methods of using swords to kill the enemy, which include the way to fight the enemy, coping skills, dodge steps, and so on. Kendo, on the other hand, has risen to an essential level. Or a whole new level. Kendo, the way is the way. I don't know if the meaning is the direction of the way forward or something. Lin Fei's understanding of this aspect only exists a little bit of explanation in martial arts novels. The rest is completely unconceptual.

"His own swordsmanship contains his own will, but Ren Ling and the man in white seem to have a very impure feeling." An inexplicable feeling rose from Lin Fei's heart, and he suddenly felt a little strange, Ren Ling and the man in white seemed to have a strange place in common. But for a while, I didn't think what it was.

Looking at the ticking alarm clock on Shi Ran's desktop opposite, Lin Fei fell into deep thought.

After replying the next night, Lin Fei took a taxi from school, arrived directly at Kyoto Airport, and took a direct plane back to Ping City.

It takes more than an hour to get from Hihei City, Kyoto. From taking a taxi to boarding the plane, Lin Fei has been constantly recalling the process of fighting with Ren Ling and the man in white, and the common point of the two processes is that they are very fast. There was no arguing about this, and Lin Fei knew that fighting at his current speed would be able to quickly separate life and death against most types of opponents. The only exceptions are those who have extremely strong defenses and a large range of defense.

And Ren Ling and the white-robed man are both offensive swordsmen, so naturally it is impossible to drag on for a long time.

And then there's the fighting style.

Ren Ling and the two of them are indomitable, and they started directly at the beginning, which is different from their previous opponents.

In the past, no matter who anyone or any surname, would say a sentence or two more or less, which seemed to be very normal. At least mentally normal. But this time, both of the Qianqiu Sword Sect had a feeling that their mental state was abnormal. It seems that nothing but fighting is suicide.

"Your green tea, sir." The sweet voice of the flight attendant made Lin Fei slowly come back to his senses.

"Thank you." He carefully took the tea from the paper cup. Place it on the pull plate in front of you. The steaming green tea wafted out a faint tea fragrance, although it was far less than the Shifeng Longjing that Zhang Minghui invited to drink yesterday, but it was still tea.

Lin Fei shook his head slightly and took a sip.

Sitting next to him was a young girl in her twenties, with an ordinary appearance and a somewhat fat figure. But since she got on the plane, the girl has been glancing at Lin Fei from time to time. It seems to be a sneaky look.

Lin Fei also knew that his face seemed to be getting more and more neutral recently, and his skin was becoming more and more perfect because of his cultivation of swordsmanship, and the fundamental purpose of Qi training was that his body tended to be perfect, which was also inevitable.

Near the airport, one black car after another is neatly parked at the exit of the airport.

Some middle-aged men and women in formal clothes gathered neatly together and whispered.

A middle-aged man in a white suit stood at the front, raising his wrist from time to time to look at his watch. With him as the center, there were people similar to security guards around him for more than ten meters to isolate other airport passengers. Leave a spacious passage opening.

A large number of people who came to pick up the airport were fenced out by security guards and some people in police uniforms, and a long passage was completely separated from the convoy outside the airport.

Lin You was holding the kitten and mingling with the pick-up staff who were stopped aside, looking at the group of people curiously.

"What a big show, who is so big to pick up people with this kind of posture?" Lin You exclaimed.

"Maybe it's some big guy with a key surname." Phil said.

"Let's go, my mother explained that she was going to pick up Lin Fei. It's annoying to go late for a while, in case you get sued by him again. Lin You satisfied his curiosity a little, and walked directly towards the pick-up entrance.

Lu Jun raised his hand again and looked at his watch.

"President, the plane is late." A young woman with glasses whispered next to her.

"It should be this time. Never mind. Is the airport in control? ”

"It's all coordinated."

The woman frowned.

"But I don't think the president should pay attention to that. Isn't that too eye-catching? ”

Lu Jun glanced at him lightly. "There are some things that maybe we don't do to help, but if we don't, the result is something else."

"Are the people from the Yanlin Group and the Sword Club here? This time we are mainly in the name of Yanlin Group. ”

"It's time to arrive." The woman was thoughtful.

Not far away, a woman in white with a cold expression slowly appeared at the pick-up gate.

"Eldest sister, what kind of person is so arrogant, you actually want all of us to go out to pick up the plane?" Behind the woman, a gangster boy with dyed yellow hair said with a hippie smile.

"There can be nothing wrong with the eldest sister's decision. Even if it's wrong, it's right. On the side, a strong and sturdy woman said in a deep voice, this woman was covered in muscles, and she looked more manly than a man.

"Sister Ruoruo must have been too smooth in the last mission, and her anger can't be vented" The last little girl chewed gum and said casually, but in the cold gaze of the woman in white turned around, her voice suddenly lowered.

"Cut, I'm going to see who's worthy," the yellow-haired boy muttered.

The plane came to a slow halt.

The radio reminding you to get off the plane also sounded.

Lin Fei glanced at the runway outside the window of the machine, and calmly took out his mobile phone to turn it on.

A short message prompt flashes on the screen.

Closing the phone cover, Lin Fei slowly got up.

(To be continued)