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Chapter 118 Broken Golden Finger, Flying Swordsman
Chapter 118 Broken Golden Finger, Flying Swordsman
Lu Fengxian said coldly: "Yinji Wenhou died ten years ago, now only Lu Fengxian is alive."
Lu Fengxian is a very arrogant person.
Bai Xiaosheng ranked his silver halberd fifth in the weapons list, which is an honor to others, but to him it is a great shame.
Lu Fengxian was not Lu Fengxian, and he didn't have the peerless talent to overwhelm the world with a Fangtian painted halberd, so he had to find another way and practiced a new powerful martial skill.
Lu Fengxian slowly raised one hand, the right hand.
The fingers are long, the nails are cleanly manicured, and the skin is smooth and fine.
It looks like an ordinary palm, but a closer look reveals that the skin color of the thumb, index finger, and middle finger of this hand is different from other places.
Although the skins of these three fingers are also very thin and white, they have a very peculiar brilliance. They don't seem to be made of flesh and bones, but rather are made of some strange metal.
Lu Fengxian sighed: "Bai Xiaosheng became a monk to avoid disaster, and I can't find it. Otherwise, I really want to ask him if my finger is considered a weapon."
Lin Xuan said with a smile: "Anything that can kill is a weapon, but you miscalculated one thing."
"what's up?"
"Talented people come out from generation to generation, and each has been the leader for hundreds of years. Back then, your silver halberd could rank fifth, but now your three fingers can barely rank among the top ten."
What Lin Xuan said was not a provocation, but the truth.
A lot of masters have emerged over the years, even if the Demon Sect and women are excluded, there are Sun Tianji, Shangguan Jinhong, Lin Xuan, Li Xunhuan, Guo Songyang, Bai Tianyu, A Fei, and Jing Wuming who have stabilized Lu Fengxian's strength.
Counting the heart tree who has untied his heart knots, the leader of the devil sect, the protector of the devil sect, the four heavenly kings, and the four princesses, Lu Fengxian may only be able to enter the top twenty.
Lu Feng didn't speak first, his thumb, index finger and middle finger suddenly sank into the stone wall beside him.
After tens of thousands of years of wind and rain, the stone wall has become solid and smooth, and ordinary people will see a white mark if they cut it down.
Lu Fengxian's finger is not only completely submerged, but also lifted lightly, as if this is not a rock, but a piece of tofu.
Lin Xuan sneered, and grabbed the rock with one claw. It was equally easy and light, with five holes, which was better than Lu Fengxian's move.
"A weapon has to deal with people, not rocks. I'm better at catching rocks than you."
Huang Chang's martial arts cultivation is really not a cover, even now, the Taoist authentic Nine Yin God Claw modified and perfected by him is still one of Lin Xuan's strongest martial arts, even better than trance.
Pulling out his finger, Lin Xuan flicked it, and a pure yang finger force fell on the small tree beside him, leaving a scorched black mark.
"I'm also better at burning wood than you. If you want to challenge me, you're still a bit short."
Lu Fengxian's gaze changed from calm to shocked.
How much courage is needed to abandon one's best weapon and practice another martial skill.
After ten years of painstaking practice, he finally succeeded. People in the martial arts, there are several more decades.
What a blow it is now to be told by a man that your courage and penance are meaningless.
Lu Fengxian was able to hold back his madness, and his energy-raising skills are considered pretty good.
"What you just said is quite right. A weapon is meant to deal with people, not stones or wood. I want to see if your claws and fingers can hurt me!"
"You are not qualified enough to fight Lin Xuan."
A mid-spirited voice came from afar, and when the voice arrived, so did the person.
It was a swordsman, he was very young, dressed in ordinary clothes, with a sword stuck in his waist.
Strictly speaking, it is not really a sword, it is just a piece of iron more than three feet long, it has neither blade nor breech, not even a hilt. It's the hilt.
A Fei, who else would like to use this kind of sword except A Fei.
Because of Lin Xuan's involvement, Lin Xian'er was sent to go undercover in the Devil's Cult, and had no time to harm A Fei.
After Ah Fei returned the golden silk armor and seizing sword to Lin Xuan, he didn't know where he went, and he didn't show up until today.
His clothes were still as plain as ever, but his aura was much stronger than before.
It is not the sharpness that shows its sharpness, but the calmness that has been in a high position for a long time,
Obviously, Ah Fei has had a very good life in the past two years, hard training is still hard training, and he may not know where he is doing hard work.
Lin Xuan suddenly wanted to see the progress of Ah Fei's martial arts, stepped aside, smiled and said, "Please!"
A Fei did not refuse, and Lu Fengxian did not refuse.
A martial arts master who has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, among other things, must have extremely amazing eyesight.
With those two strokes just now, he already knew that he was not Lin Xuan's opponent, and he still chose to make a move, but it was just a warrior's self-esteem.
Ah Fei took the initiative to take the duel and gave him the steps. If he refused, it would be too stupid.
What's more, A Fei is also a superb master and a good opponent worthy of a fight.
There are duels every day in the rivers and lakes, and all kinds of people fight duels in various ways for various reasons.
But there are only a few places to duel.
Wilderness, mountains, graves...
If it is really a non-stop duel, nine times out of ten, this kind of place must be chosen-as if this kind of place itself has a kind of "death" aura.
The night was getting dark and foggy.
Lu Fengxian, dressed in white like snow, stood quietly in front of the gray tombstone. In the misty night mist, she looked like a messenger from hell, who wanted to bring the message of "death" to the world.
A Fei's swordsmanship is mainly "steady" and "accurate". After two years of experience, his swordsmanship is faster, more ruthless, more stable, and more accurate.
This is an A Fei who has gone out of another way. Without Lin Xianer's harm and without Li Xunhuan's company, he has gone out of his own way.
A flying swordsman is a flying swordsman, never someone else's vassal.
It seemed that although Lu Fengxian was just standing there casually, every part of his body seemed to be empty, and A Fei's sword seemed to be able to stab anyone on any part of his body at will.
But there are too many empty doors, and instead there are no empty doors.
His whole person seemed to have become a void.
Suddenly, Ah Fei moved. The previous him would kill someone if he made a move, so he had to be at least [-]% sure before he would make a move.
Now, Ah Fei took the initiative to strike, this sword was like a meteor passing through the sky, and the broken iron piece revealed the beauty of a comet passing across the night sky.
The dense fog in the mountains and forests was separated by this sword, and the air also made way for this sword.
This sword was really too fast, it seemed that the edge of the sword that was drawn just now had already pierced in front of Lu Fengxian.
This sword was so stable that even Lin Xuan couldn't find a flaw from the perspective of a bystander.
Father, like son.
But for masters, this is not normal.
Only by experiencing it personally and appreciating the pressure of death can we evolve all kinds of strange moves.
(End of this chapter)