Lin Fengmian took a sip of mountain spring water helplessly. This woman was becoming less and less afraid of death.
Jun Yunshang reminded: "Master Ye, do we really want to cross this line without taking a detour?"
"After all, it's not just the Fourteenth Emperor's people who are blocking us here. How about we take a detour?"
"A detour? That would take many days. It's not worth it. They don't deserve to let me take a detour." Lin Fengmian said scornfully.
"But there may be a lot of them." Jun Yunshang said.
Lin Fengmian chuckled and said: "No matter how many people there are, it doesn't matter. If the combined monks don't come out, they are just chickens and dogs."
There was strong confidence in his words, and his whole person was as sharp as an unsheathed sword.
Luo Xue couldn't help but marvel that this guy's fighting instinct was indeed extraordinary. In just a short period of time, he had been able to learn quickly through fighting.
If Lin Fengmian's understanding when she taught him directly was two, then Lin Fengmian's understanding when he learned in battle was in the tens of thousands.
In the battle of life and death, his whole body was excited. His understanding and talent were all at full capacity, which even made Luo Xue marvel.
He seemed to be born to fight, or to kill.
Along the line of sky, the Junyan Dynasty had set up three gorges. At this moment, it was crowded with people and very lively.
A man stands on the huge stone carving mountain at the mouth of the gorge, holding a sword in both hands. He has an extraordinary bearing, and the sword energy rolling around his body makes people shudder.
"That's Zhao Tian from the Tianshen Temple, the famous little swordsman!"
"The Fourteenth Prince specially sent him here. It seems that he intends to make that kid fall into disgrace."
"Do you think he will come?"
"No way, there are two levels later, each one is more difficult than the last. I would have chosen to take a detour."
…
Listening to these remarks, an old man shook his head and said: "Impossible, he will definitely come."
"Mr. Chen, why is this?" Someone recognized the old man and said respectfully.
"It is impossible for a genius like this to make a detour for others. If he makes a detour, his path will collapse." Mr. Chen said in a deep voice.
As if to verify his words, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the distance, causing everyone to exclaim.
"It's coming, it's really coming!"
The black shadow quickly enlarged, but it turned out to be a rumored flying boat, with a masked young man in black robe standing against the wind.
At this time, everyone's excitement was completely detonated. They were talking about it and rushed to the edge of the fortress.
"He is really brave."
"Enter the Dragon, who will win?"
"The little sword madman rarely fails in his life. This kid has encountered a tough situation when he first entered this realm."
…
"The girl leaning on the bow of the boat is His Highness the Sixteenth Highness. As expected, she has captivated the country and the city as rumored."
"I heard that the Fourteenth Prince seems to be interested in his half-sister?"
"Isn't it? Fellow Taoist, please elaborate?"
…
"Look, little Jian Chi opened his eyes. What a terrifying sword energy! It's coming!"
Following the exclamations, everyone watched as the young man standing on the stone statue opened his eyes and looked into the distance with a burning desire to fight.
The fierce sword intent whipped up a strong wind, piercing the water and heading straight for Lin Fengmian and the two of them, as if trying to split the boat apart.
Jun Yunshang felt this momentum and couldn't help but look a little nervous, hugging the sword tightly in her arms.
At this moment, Zhenyuan in her arms trembled, and the sharp sword intent was instantly smoothed, but turned into a breeze in front of the two of them.
Jun Yunshang's hair was blown around her face by the breeze, but Lin Fengmian didn't raise his head, still drinking wine indifferently, and he had a master's temperament.
The little sword idiot looked at the young man in black robe approaching quickly from a distance, smiled coldly and said: "Yes, you are worthy of my action."
He slowly pulled out his sword and said coldly: "Remember, Zhao Tian, the person who killed you, draw your sword!"
Everyone couldn't help but look forward to this battle. Some people even placed bets and were so nervous that they were sweating.
Lin Fengmian raised his head contemptuously, and Feng Qingyun said calmly: "What is there to remember about the dead? You are not worthy of me drawing my sword."
With a wave of his hand, a majestic sword energy surged out, and everyone felt the overwhelming sword energy coming.
The little sword fanatic standing at the front was the first to bear the brunt, as if this sword was the only one left in the world.
He drew his sword in a hurry, but it was too late.
He drew the sword halfway, but could no longer draw it out. He was not even qualified to draw the sword in front of this sword intention.
This sharp sword energy ruthlessly passed through his body, and he half-knelt down with a plop.
"If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening!"
After a moment, his whole body was torn apart, fell from the stone statue, and fell into the river, leaving everyone stunned.
Lin Fengmian stood calmly on the bow of the boat without raising his head, raised his arms and slowly poured the wine into the river.
"Don't stand in my way in the next life!"
Accompanied by his cold voice, the boat passed by the mouth of the gorge and quickly disappeared into the distance.
After he left, the silent crowd completely exploded, as if boiling water had boiled.
"Oh my God! What did I see? One sword, just one sword, and the little sword idiot is dead!"
"It's just a sword, and he didn't even draw the sword. Damn it, God!"
…
"Master Ye, Master Ye, accept me as your disciple!" A young man said crazily.
…
"So handsome, so handsome. He is such a talented person. He must be the lover sent to me by God."
There was a female cultivator holding her heart with both hands, looking obsessed and constantly showing signs of infatuation.
A young female cultivator quickly chased after Lin Fengmian, shouting at the top of her lungs.
"Master Ye, I want to give birth to a monkey for you, Mr. Ye!!! Don't leave!!"
…
Lin Fengmian saw the scene behind him with his spiritual consciousness, his expression was stern, and he looked calm and calm.
In fact, I was so happy that I bit my lip to keep from laughing.
No, no, you can’t laugh!
I have to maintain the persona of this cold and arrogant master!
Hehehe, is this what it feels like to be a master? Awesome!
As for the little sword madman who had been sought after by countless people just now and is now dead, there is no one to collect his body.
This is the cruelty of the devil. The winner takes all, and the loser gets nothing, not even his life.
As soon as the flying boat passed by, the people behind it heard the exclamations from the front before they could catch up.
When they arrived, they realized that Ye Xuefeng, the sudden genius, had already moved forward.
The masters who stayed here to snipe at him were easily killed by him without even drawing their swords.
At this moment, Lin Fengmian was just like a poem said.
The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.
When everyone was shocked, they rushed towards the final level crazily.
The person guarding the place is the out-of-body Dzogchen master sent by the fourth prince, the young master of Tiansha Palace, Xie Bi'an.
But they were still halfway when another message came from behind.
Xie Bian is dead!
He was better than the first two, at least Ye Xuefeng drew his sword, but after one sword blow, Xie Bian was destroyed physically and mentally.
Everyone at the pass today was shocked to the point of numbness.
They finally understood what it means to kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
What kind of monster is this?
