Chapter 200: Yan Luo Lingfeng, I wrote it down

Ling Feng silently stepped out of the ring, he was already very tired. In tonight's battle, he seems to understand a lot again, and he has a better understanding of the horror of this sword. This sword is not something that can be wielded by man. It is either God or a demon who can make it, and he is a man.

He inserted his sword into its scabbard and closed its stray head. He turned around, looked back silently, and said, "I hope, the end of this road is not the end." And above the grave, there are also flowers. Otherwise, at the end of the road, if there is only death, it will be too lonely......"

At this time, there was a dead silence in the camp of the Imperial Forest Army! The tall and wide ring was already scattered, and smoke and dust were flying, but in the smoke and dust, a figure slowly walked out.

The figure was tall, but his steps were staggering. Everyone could tell that he was tired. Everyone could see that his back was straight, and his steps were unusually firm! There was a visible scar on his forehead, and although it was now bloody, anyone could see that his face was covered with blood.

Ling Feng's clothes were in tatters, making him look embarrassed, but the sword in his hand was still as bright as ever. The magic sword is quaint black, cold cold!

An Tianming looked at the person nervously, he already felt that this person's aura was so familiar, it was definitely not the Great Rong Sword Saint! The sword just now was obviously more powerful than it was in the ring of the martial arts competition. The killing intent has also become more perfect.

Finally, he saw the slightly immature face clearly through the dust, and he suddenly roared excitedly: "It's Ling Feng! He won! He won! Damn, I'll say this kid can win!"

An Tianming was already a little incoherent, he thought that Ling Feng would be defeated, after all, he had only just entered the Transformation Stage, and the other party was already a strong person who had been in the Transformation Stage for many years. The gap between the two should be very obvious.

However, in the end, Ling Feng won. Yes, he lived up to expectations in the end!

An Tianfang ran towards Ling Feng fiercely. And then, Da Qian's side reacted, and suddenly burst into cheers!

The three thousand sergeants of the Praetorian Guard even shouted in unison: "The general is mighty!"

The sound of the mountain roaring and the tsunami made many ministers who didn't understand Ling Feng's identity think that this young man was a small general of the Praetorian Guard.

And some of the ministers had just gotten up from the ground, and just now they were blown away by the strong wind, and their bodies were in a mess, and now the wind stopped, so they hurriedly packed up their official uniforms and hats, and the loss of honor in front of the emperor was very serious. But as soon as they stood up, they were roared by the army, and the deafening feeling almost made their hearts roar out. As soon as they looked up, they saw An Tianming running over screaming. Suddenly asked with some skepticism, "We won?"

Then, they looked back at the entire Darong envoy group on the side with their mouths open, incredible, but with a disgraced expression, they dared to be sure that this twenty-three young man had really defeated that Darong Sword Saint!

Immediately, many civil servants smiled and stroked their three-inch beards, and they became proud. still muttered in his mouth: "The children can be taught, and the children can be taught......"

What he said made the sergeants on the side completely confused, and they all looked at these old masters in confusion, and they really couldn't figure it out. Ling Feng won, what does it have to do with you? You can teach? Just with your group of sour Confucians, can you teach you to think that Yama is coming? Ridiculous!

When Prince Da Rong saw Ling Feng staggering down from the ring, he suddenly felt in a trance, only to feel that the sky above his head was about to fall. He was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses. As soon as he came to his senses, he immediately ran towards the ring like crazy. When he saw Lula's body, he only felt that he could not even stand, and knelt beside the corpse, caressing the corpse and weeping.

His heart was inexplicably sad, and his cry was terrible.

Lula was his teacher, but he was more kind than his father. King Da Rong had thirteen sons, but Lula had only one disciple, and although he was extremely strict with him, he respected this master more and more. However, he also knew that a swordsman when he picked up the sword. Either someone else dies, or you die.

He was so sad that he looked up, his eyes full of tears. And the eyes in these teary eyes were staring at Ling Feng's back.

"Yan Luo Ling Feng, I remember!" Prince Da Rong slowly walked down from the ring holding Lula's corpse, and when he passed by Ling Feng, he suddenly stopped, and then turned around abruptly and stared at Ling Feng.

An Tianming frowned, and immediately protected Ling Feng behind him. Ling Feng was exhausted at the moment, An Tianming saw that the prince of Da Rong was not in the right mood, and besides, there was a mysterious magic weapon on Da Rong's side, which was very likely to hurt Ling Feng.

An Tianming's eyes looked at Prince Darong, his whole body was tense, as long as it was wrong, he would kill this Prince Darong on the spot. However, Prince Da Rong only glanced at Ling Feng and saw his face clearly, then turned around and left.

When he arrived in his camp, he simply waved his hand and said, "Let's go." His voice was so helpless, and the Darong envoys followed him away in this helplessness.

Da Qian's side, watching the Da Rong envoy group withdraw gloomily, cheered again. Although the country is rich and the people are strong, they are helpless against Darong.

This is because not only is the national strength of the Da Rong not inferior to that of the Great Cadres, but their national aggressiveness is even stronger. For more than 100 years, Daqian has been in a passive defense. Although he won the frontal battle this time, he temporarily occupied some border areas. But Da Qian's side also understands that his foundation is not there, and as long as Da Rong mobilizes troops and horses, the border will lose some land at any time.

Da Qian didn't want to fight with Da Rong anymore, and Da Rong didn't want to fight with Da Qian anymore, because their interests on the border were greater. Therefore, the two sides tacitly chose an armistice and peace. It's just that, after the armistice, both sides want to preserve their interests on the border. That's why there was this competition.

At this moment, the big cadres and ministers didn't care how hard the battle between Ling Feng and Lula was, as long as they knew the result of this battle, it was enough for them to win.

It's just that they still have some feelings. This is about morale, about the face of the country, about the interests of the border, about national self-esteem, and so on...... All the problems that originally seemed very complicated and heavy were actually solved only because of Ling Feng's shocking sword...... This made those ministers who read poetry and books and ruled the country and the world with Confucian ideas feel incredible in their minds.

Emperor Zhao Yuanhao looked at Tang An from afar, with a complicated expression: "At the age of twenty-three, he has such an achievement, his swordsmanship is so domineering, his heart is so resolute, and his means are as strong as strong. This Ling Feng is really hard to control. ”

But immediately, Shangguan Shu seemed to think of something again, and his face began to be full of smiles.

The art of the emperor, but the grace and power are combined. Ling Feng had already entered the stage of transformation into a god, who would dare to intimidate him with coercion? He could not demonstrate, of course, he could only show his kindness and treat him with sincerity.