Jin Wu's voice made the entire square instantly quiet, but the tranquility of this moment was not the real calming down of the incident, those who were familiar with Murong Zhen knew that when he showed a warm smile and his eyes narrowed slightly, it was the moment when he had a murderous intention.

He had murderous intent towards Jin Wu, and he also had murderous intent.

"Want to do it, master, I may not be afraid of you!" Jin Wu clenched his fists, and he was actually a little nervous in his heart.

Everyone knows that Murong Zhen's qualifications are very good, so good that when Murong Jiaken was still very young, he was appointed as the heir to the head of the family. Such a genius should be powerful and invincible in every sense of the word.

Although the Jin family is a small and powerful family, the Jin family will not cultivate Jin Wu like the Murong family cultivated Murong Zhen.

Therefore, Jin Wu first lost to Murong Zhen in terms of qualifications, and then lost in terms of acquired resources, that is to say, no matter how this battle starts, the result will be a fiasco.

Say not afraid, that's false.

But Jin Wu is gambling, he is gambling, and someone will definitely come out to save him.

Although Murong Zhen was strong, he was still crippled by a person, cut off his limbs, pierced his chest with a sword, and failed to take even the slightest effective revenge afterwards. If the bet is right, everyone will be happy, if the bet is wrong, Jin Wu doesn't believe that Murong Zhen still has the courage to kill himself in front of everyone.

"Lin Feng?, this name is still a little familiar. Oh, is that the little young master of the Lin family who was almost abolished by me in the Phantom Moon Demon Realm?hehe, even if he still appears in front of me today, I still dare to abolish him again, no one will save him this time, I will learn the Lin family's swordsmanship. ”

Murong Zhen smiled coldly and stared at Jin Wu: "But the person you should be worried about now is yourself." ”

"Murong Zhen, no matter how much it is excessive, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless. ”

Jiang Wucheng took a step forward, his voice was light, but it was full of undoubtedness.

It seems that as long as Murong Zhen says one more word, he will be hit by her thunderous blow.

Murong Zhen's eyes were gloomy, a look of madness appeared, and his voice was hoarse: "Good, good, good, good, very good, back then, I broke my hands and feet, and you all protected him, but now I just want justice, you still protect him." Bai Yang, it seems that the sky really favors you!"

"Don't instigate, full of crazy words, you have to pay for what you say!" Kong Moyi's palm shook, and the Lotus Gentleman started, and the tiles under his feet were suddenly swept by the sword qi and shattered.

But when Kong Moyi stepped forward with a sword, a figure that no one expected appeared in front of Kong Moyi, and a sword blocked the gentleman of the lotus.

The two sword intents that did not give in to each other collided in the air, and the extremely sharp wind swept the whole field, and a piercing buzz made people can't help but cover their ears to avoid harm.

"Who are you?" Kong Moyi's eyes lit up, looking at the white-clothed young man in front of him.

This kind of sword intent has reached an extremely high height.

"Lin Feng. ”

The young man in white withdrew the blade of the sword with his backhand, indicating that he was not hostile, and immediately reported his name.

"Are you Lin Feng?" Kong Moyi was slightly stunned and asked, "Why are you helping this guy?"

Lin Feng said: "It's not to help him, but to help you." ”

After saying that, Lin Feng turned around, and compared to a year ago, his more mature face showed a sneer: "Murong Zhen, I haven't seen you for more than a year, and you still make those unsightly methods. ”

Before the words fell, Lin Feng flicked his fingers, and a sword qi shot out, but it stopped about three feet in front of Murong Zhen, and countless invisible and dense silk threads appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and the silk threads that flowed in the air like poisonous snakes suddenly turned into a miserable green color when they were exposed, obviously full of poison.

Jiang Wushuang's face changed: "[Demon Spider Silk], Murong Zhen, you actually learned this dirty evil method!"

Murong Zhen waved his hand, and those silk threads were put into the sleeves of his robe, and then he sneered: "Being able to kill people is a good means, not to mention the trap that even Lin Feng can peep through, if you still fall for the trick, it can only be said that you are not good at learning, and it is no wonder that others have lost their lives in vain." ”

"Strong words!" Jiang Wushuang snorted coldly: "Demon spiders are monsters, they must be fed with living flesh and blood to be able to raise, you must explain clearly where this thing came from!"

"Senior Sister Jiang, it stands to reason that this matter has nothing to do with us. However, since he is in the Qishan Sect, in order to maintain the face of our Xuanjian Sect, this matter still has to be thoroughly investigated. ”

Lin Feng arched his hand to Jiang Wushuang, and then said, "If Senior Sister can trust me, this matter will be handed over to me to deal with." ”

The contradiction between Lin Feng and Murong Zhen was not a secret in the entire Xuanjian Sect. He was almost killed by Murong Zhen in the Phantom Moon Demon Realm, if it wasn't for Bai Yang's help, I am afraid that Murong Zhen would have played a game with no proof, and then pushed everything on Bai Yang's head, and won it all himself.

Lin Feng did not forget the shame of that defeat, let alone forget it.

During this period of training, it was not only Lin Feng's strength that was exercised, but also his style of doing things.

When a gentleman is angry, he can also kill.

"The defeated generals dare to speak out, and you want to use this [Demon Spider Silk] thing to control me?" Then it depends on your ability!" Murong Zhen slowly stretched out his hand, beckoned to Lin Feng, and sneered: "Let's make a move." ”

Boom!

The sound of swords sounded, in front of Lin Feng, twelve long swords were lined up, each long sword was full of awe-inspiring sword intent, and the twelve swords seemed to form an innate sword array, with brilliant brilliance, making the audience all change color!

"Let's do it. Lin Feng didn't talk too much nonsense, with a turn of his sword, twelve long swords flew out one after another, and his strength was layered on top of each other.

A sword to break the sky!

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On the roof of the main hall not far away, a figure sat on the eaves, with wide robe sleeves hanging down on both sides, swinging in the wind.

Qiu Pingfan looked at the two figures in battle with a smile, and muttered: "This set of sword moves, it should be the Legend of the Sword God?" This kid has some taste, although the twelve sword intents are not particularly pure, they are decent. ”

"Originally, I was just here to heal the disease, but I didn't expect to see such a wonderful scene. ”

Qiu Pingfan grinned and smiled very happily.

The scene in the square, in his opinion, was just a fight between two children, both the moves and the realm were full of loopholes, but he watched it with taste, and even praised Lin Feng.

"Senior brother, why did you come here again?"

Tsing Yi climbed to the roof of the main hall, and when he saw Qiu Pingfan so disregarding his image, he couldn't help but say: "If this is seen by any disciple, wouldn't it be ......?"

After saying that, his eyes suddenly crossed Qiu Pingfan, looked at the two teenagers who were fighting in the square, and said lightly: "This is the Twelve Divine Sword Style? Impossible, how can it be ......in the hands of this young man if the sword peak does not pass on the move?"

"Don't forget, although the Twelve Divine Sword Styles were created by the first generation of Sword Gods of Sword Peak, the person who really perfected the Legend of the Sword God was Ye Nanfeng. Qiu Pingfan said: "I see that this young man's sword intent is pure, and he has a gentleman's style, and someone called him Lin Feng before, think about it carefully, several disciples of the original sword god seem to have a surname Lin." ”

"Lin Wenshui?" Elder Tsing Yi's eyes lit up, and then he shook his head again: "Ye Nanfeng, Yu Xuanming, Lin Wenshui, although these three have all learned the Twelve Divine Sword Style, Lin Wenshui ......"

"His qualifications are not enough, and he has already died before he can reach the realm of Martial Venerable. Qiu Pingfan took Elder Tsing Yi's words, and immediately asked, "However, Lin Wenshui is dead, it doesn't mean that his descendants don't have outstanding qualifications. What's more, Ye Nanfeng's predecessors are the most important brotherhood, it is impossible not to take more care of Lin Wenshui's descendants, in this set of sword gods, there is quite a shadow of Ye Nanfeng, this Lin Feng should be Lin Wenshui's descendants. ”

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden change in the square, and Lin Feng, who had the upper hand, suddenly turned pale, and he took a few steps backwards, and twelve long swords that were restrained by qi fell to the ground one after another, and were inserted upside down in the floor tiles.

"Huh?" Qiu Pingfan couldn't help but stand up, looking at this scene, his face became a little ugly.

"This kid, actually use poison?" Elder Tsing Yi's face also changed greatly.

Dare to use such insidious methods in their Qishan Sect, they simply don't take them seriously!

Just when Elder Tsing Yi was about to come forward to stop this farce, Qiu Pingfan suddenly raised his hand to stop him.

"Sect Master, this matter can't be ignored, if you allow this kind of disciple with a bad heart to act recklessly, where will my Qishan Sect's face go?!"

Elder Tsing Yi was so anxious that he didn't even call his senior brother, but directly called out to the sect master.

"Competing with the same door will inevitably lead to a competitive spirit, so that some small means are understandable. What's more, that kid doesn't need you and me to clean up, some people can't help it. Qiu Pingfan smiled and pointed to the direction of the wing, and exclaimed: "I didn't expect that within one day, I could meet two descendants of the sword psychics. ”

When Elder Tsing Yi heard this, he looked in the direction of the wing room, but only saw a dazzling white light burst out, heading straight for Murong Zhen in the square, the sword intent in the white light was awe-inspiring, and there was a feeling that people didn't dare to look at.

"It's ...... Blue sky and snow falling sword?"

Seeing the white light appear, Elder Tsing Yi almost jumped up.

With such a famous edge, even in the Qishan Sect, there are rare treasures that can be compared, and what surprised him even more was that the Qingtian Snow Falling Sword was actually held in the hand of a young man, and he had obviously surrendered to that young man.

Murong Zhen's face was still full of pride, and he was about to say a few mocking words, but unexpectedly, this sudden sword light forced him back directly, and before he could see the height of the sword, his eyes flashed a vast and miserable white, and after the instant blindness, he looked at it, and standing in front of him was the face that he had wanted to be happy for hundreds of days and nights!

"Murong Zhen, I thought that if you were abolished, you would make you grow, but I didn't expect that a year later, you would have become a little worse. Bai Yang glanced at Lin Feng, who was speechless because of the poisonous gas, turned to look at Murong Zhen, and said lightly: "In this case, let's turn over the old things, and then count the new hatred." ”