Chapter 65: The Flowing Blade Beacon

Lin Fenghuo was running Yan Yan True Yuan Decision with all his might, like a substantial internal strength, like a flame cloak, surrounding Lin Fenghuo's body.

Fifth Xiaoxiao didn't dare to be careless, wiped her hands around her waist, and between her slender fingers, there were eight more flying knives that flashed with cold light, and two short stabs flew like a spirit snake in the girl's palm. When the fifth Xiaoxiao moved between the fields, his hands shook in succession, and the two short thorns were held back in his hands, and the flying knives between his fingers turned into eight cold rays and shot towards Lin Fenghuo with wisps of pale yellow energy.

This flying knife stunt really amazed the people watching the competition.

"What a clever flying knife, throw eight mangs!" Zhang Yanyan, who is the oldest and strongest in this competition, couldn't help but admire.

Lin Fenghuo stared at the fine iron straight knife in his hand, and didn't pay attention to the flying knife that went straight to him. He held the straight knife horizontally in his right hand, and the internal strength of Yan Yan all over his body frantically gathered towards the blade. Lin Fenghuo raised his left hand and quickly stroked it over the blade that originally exuded a red sword, and in the blink of an eye, the flame blade turned cyan.

Lin Fenghuo shouted lightly: "Qingyan Fire Wave Knife!" I saw him spin and slash, and a huge cyan flame knife swept across the field, smashing all the eight cold flying knives that flew in front of him.

"What a Qingyan Fire Wave Knife, is it a five-element-level fire attribute exercise?It's really domineering and abnormal!" Zhou Di, who was beside Yi Xifeng, couldn't help but praise loudly.

Yi Xifeng saw that Lin Fenghuo had successfully broken the siege, and he also nodded secretly, after all, he was training in the Maple Leaf Forest some time ago, and Lin Fenghuo had already performed this knife technique. It was the sword technique used against Wang Bodang at that time, although it was a pity to lose to Wang Bodang's Hundred Refining Tiger King Spear in the end, but it was the gap in the cultivation realm between the two, and it had nothing to do with the sword technique.

However, there was one more person present who kept frowning, and this person was Wang Bodang.

As the only person present who had learned the Qingyan Fire Wave Knife, Wang Bodang clearly knew the domineering aspects of this sword technique. And this is where Wang Bodang doubts.

Although Lin Fenghuo's performance this time was more powerful than the first one, and his flexibility was also greatly improved, he could actually destroy all the flying knives that came at him with one blow. Wang Bodang thought to himself that if he faced such a Qingyan Fire Wave Knife, it would be impossible for him to stun the other party with the barrel of a gun. However, he has a clear understanding of his own strength, and he can still withstand this level of attack, and it is impossible to defeat himself with this move.

And this is where Wang Bodang is puzzled. What Lin Fenghuo said, he clearly said to himself. But if Lin Fenghuo wanted to defeat himself with the same move, he would underestimate him too much.

Although Lin Fenghuo and Wang Bodang have known each other for a short time, they have similar tempers. Since the seven of them returned from the Maple Leaf Forest, Wang Bodang had already drunk with Lin Fenghuo and Zhao Long a few times.

Zhao Long is silent and silent, every time the three of them go to the restaurant to eat, Zhao Long drinks very little and eats a lot because of the internal strength exercises. Although Lin Fenghuo is a few years younger than both of them, he drinks refreshingly, but unfortunately the amount of alcohol is average, but fortunately, the wine is excellent. Every time the three of them drank to the end, it was Wang Bodang and Lin Fenghuo who drank a lot, so the two communicated a lot, and he understood Lin Fenghuo's persistence and pride, so he always thought that this was not what Lin Fenghuo wanted him to see.

Fifth Xiaoxiao avoided the aftermath of Lin Fenghuo's sword with a few ups and downs, clenched the double stabs, and said expressionlessly: "Be careful!"

As soon as the fifth Xiaoxiao's voice fell, the girl's figure had disappeared in place, and in the next moment, it appeared a zhang away. The girl's feet did not stop, her slender legs stepped on the bluestone slab again, and the graceful figure disappeared again, and when she reappeared, the distance between her and Lin Fenghuo was shortened again.

"This ...... Is this the speed that the Mangzhi Realm martial artists have?" Everyone present couldn't help but change their faces slightly, even Zhang Yanyan, Zhao Long, Wang Bodang and others were secretly frightened.

However, among the people present, there were two people with the same faces as usual. One is Yi Xifeng, and the other is Lin Fenghuo, who is fighting on the field at this time.

As a student of Li Chengtao, the former has followed Li Chengtao to learn swordsmanship for many years, and he is one of the few people in the world who is still alive after seeing the "Thirteen Swords of Chasing the Wind". Fifth Xiaoxiao's body speed, in Yi Xifeng's eyes, can only be regarded as fast. At the same time, he is also confident that under Li Chengtao's "actual combat training" for so many years, he can dodge her attacks.

And the latter, as Lin Hengshan's own grandson, Lin Rufa's son. In terms of knowledge, it is only higher than Yi Xifeng.

"Ding, poof!" Fifth Xiaoxiao and Lin Fenghuo staggered by, only to see that there was a small blood hole on Lin Fenghuo's left shoulder, and blood gushed out of his left shoulder like no money, and in a blink of an eye, blood flowed down his left arm.

Fifth Xiaoxiao turned her head suspiciously and looked at Lin Fenghuo, who was less than two feet away from her behind her, and said in a cold voice: "If you continue to fight, you will die." ”

Lin Fenghuo looked directly at the girl and asked, "How do you know if you don't try?"

"Are you really looking for death?" asked the girl in a cold voice.

Hearing Fifth Xiaoxiao's question, Lin Fenghuo couldn't help laughing: "One way to martial arts, nine deaths." If I am greedy for life and afraid of death, why should I spend it here?"

"Martial arts at a young age?" Fifth Xiaoxiao sneered softly.

Lin Fenghuo muttered, "Martial ?......"

Lin Fenghuo's eyes instantly became confused, and scenes appeared in his mind......

When he was very young, his grandfather Lin Hengshan came to the blacksmith and said to his father: "You are tough and loyal, and the art of scheming is not suitable for you, so you can beat your iron well." That was also the only time Lin Fenghuo saw his father's majestic figure, kneeling in front of Lin Hengshan, and never got up for a long time......

In the blink of an eye, the picture in front of him was changing again, it was when he was five years old. He and Yi Xifeng were beaten up by the other party while playing horseback and fighting, and dragged a wooden sword alone and returned home crying, and it happened that his father Lin Rufa was also there. At that time, my father looked at him and said softly: "You are stubborn and upright, and you would rather bend than bend." Sword training isn't for you...... Beacon fire, let's practice knives from today, straight knives!" Since then, Lin Fenghuo has started to practice knives, although he will never play horseback and fight with Yi Xifeng again, but he has never lost again!

The picture in his mind was fleeting, and in just a moment, Lin Fenghuo came back to his senses, looking at the straight knife in his hand, Lin Fenghuo muttered: "What martial arts? In my eyes, there is only a straight knife, only a straight way!

Lin Fenghuo raised his head, his eyes were blank, and he laughed loudly: "Haha, I'd rather bend than bend! Hahaha, Wang Bodang! This trick, you show me this trick! Fifth girl, please advise!"

"Stunt, Flowing Blade—" Lin Fenghuo said in a deep voice, and then paused.

I saw that the crimson Yan Yan Zhenyuan was no longer beating around Lin Fenghuo, but was integrated into his blood like a spirit. The bright red blood that had originally flowed down his left arm emitted a bright red like a flame under the continuous infusion of the true element.

Lin Fenghuo's arms, also under the perfusion of internal strength Zhenyuan, caused the blood vessels under the skin of his arms to exude bursts of red light, which was the bright red emitted by the blood flowing in the blood vessels. This bright red vein pattern appeared on both arms and gradually spread throughout the body.

"Beacon fire!" Lin Fenghuo said softly. Along with the disappearance of the voice, there was also the figure of the young man with the knife, and in the next moment, he appeared in front of the fifth Xiaoxiao, without any fancy and slashed with a knife!