When Lin Shenpo talked about rising, he pointed with one hand, and a flying sword flew into the air and hovered above his head.
With another casual move, twelve chess pieces flew into the air and formed a formation in the air, surrounding the flying sword in the air from all directions.
The flying sword flew into this formation, dancing in and out, as if fighting a powerful enemy. And the twelve chess pieces were also circling and flying, fighting with the flying swords.
It is said that besides being obsessed with kendo, Lin Shenpo also likes chess. Many people thought that he was playing with things to lose his ambition, but now it seems that the chess pieces in his hands are not weak magic weapons.
The Qi Refining Stage monks sitting below were dazzled and fascinated.
Even Shan Hu, the foreign affairs elder of Shuangfeng Valley who was sitting on the high platform, praised: "I have heard of Lin Shenpo's reputation as a master of chess and sword before. When I saw him today, he was indeed well-deserved."
"No, no, Brother Shan is overly praised." Xu Yishan, who was accompanying him, was humble and polite again.
Shan Ying had a cold face all the time, but when he heard the conversation between the two, a trace of disdain appeared on his face.
Shan Ying, who has always been proud, disdains this kind of showmanship.
Lin Shenpo talked a lot and demonstrated a lot before the lecture came to an end.
"No matter how much I talk, it's just empty talk. I wonder if you have learned anything after listening for so long?"
"If you think you have learned something, you can come up and demonstrate."
After listening to Lin Shenpo's words, many monks sitting below looked eager to try.
In the area where the Zhao family monks were, a monk jumped up directly and onto the high platform in front of him.
"Junior Zhao Dong, after listening to the teachings of my senior, I felt like I was enlightened and I felt that I had gained a lot."
"This junior is not talented, so I am willing to demonstrate it to everyone."
Lin Shenpo glanced at Zhao Dong, who was the first to take the stage.
"It's not interesting to demonstrate alone. Do you want to find an opponent for you?"
"It's my wish, but I don't dare to ask for help. I also think that two people fighting swords is far more interesting than one person dancing alone."
"But there's no need to trouble senior to designate an opponent, junior has already chosen his opponent."
Having said this, Zhao Dong looked at Meng Zhang below the high platform.
"Headmaster Meng is the head of the Taiyi Sect, and the younger generation has long admired his name. Today is a rare opportunity. I wonder if Mr. Meng is willing to give me some advice."
Looking at Zhao Dong's provocative gaze, Meng Zhang's face was full of disdain.
"The clown, just use it to test the sword for yourself."
Meng Zhang jumped directly onto the high platform without any hesitation.
"I am in a good mood today, so I will give you some tips."
The anger on Zhao Dong's face flashed away. A mere so-called leader of an unpopular sect, he really takes himself seriously.
"I'm not afraid of the wind blowing my tongue. I don't know who will give me advice."
Lin Shenpo didn't have the time to listen to the two people's bickering and announced directly.
"You can start."
Zhao Dong heard this and immediately drew his sword.
An khaki flying sword came out of its sheath, circled above his head, and stabbed Meng Zhang directly.
Meng Zhang raised his left hand, and the flying sword wrapped around his wrist wrapped around his finger and flew out of his hand. The originally soft sword immediately straightened up and flew directly into the sky.
The two people who took action were both Qi Refining Stage monks. Without the spiritual consciousness of the Foundation Establishment Stage monks, they naturally could not control the sword with their gods like the Foundation Establishment Stage monks.
The commonly used method of sword control by monks in the Qi refining period is to use Qi to control the sword, and use Zhen Qi to control the flying sword that has been refined by sacrifice.
The range of the sword control with the air sword is not large, and the sword can only be controlled within the visual range. The attack range of the flying sword is generally only a few tens of feet.
The area of this high platform is enough for two people to perform.
Also at the seventh level of Qi Refining, Meng Zhang was far ahead of Zhao Dong in terms of his skills and swordsmanship.
For Meng Zhang, defeating the opponent is not a problem at all, and he must win beautifully.
Of course, Meng Zhang would not use the sword skills he had practiced in such a public sword show. He just casually used a few flying sword assassination techniques, which was enough for Zhao Dong to drink a pot.
The flying sword circled around the finger and took the initiative to meet Zhao Dong's flying sword, and the two flying swords fought in the air.
Compared with the opponent's broad sword body, the ring finger is particularly small and compact.
However, each of the soft thrusts around his fingers was extremely precise, directly hitting several key points on the opponent's sword body and hilt.
Flying swords, like people, also have vital points and weaknesses.
When refining the flying sword, the restrictions placed on the flying sword will inevitably have weaknesses. These weaknesses are exactly the weaknesses of Feijian.
When Zhao Dong released the flying sword, the flying sword was fierce and powerful. However, after a fight with Zhou Zhirou, the Feijian sword trembled violently and its movements were seriously deformed.
A series of crisp knocking sounds sounded, and the flying sword released by Zhao Dong kept retreating in the air, and was softly hit by the fingers and flew far away.
Zhuozhirou did not continue to pursue Feijian, but directly killed Zhao Dong.
Zhao Dong was a little panicked when he saw Meng Zhang's flying sword coming.
While pinching the seal, he wanted to quickly recall his flying sword. While activating the protective weapon, a small shield appeared in front of the body.
With a flexible twist around his fingers, he avoided Zhao Dong's protective magical weapon and directly stabbed Zhao Dong's head.
Seeing that Zhao Dong, who was unable to evade, was about to be stabbed by the flying sword, the children of the Zhao family who were sitting below stood up nervously.
Even Zhao Jiudou, the usually calm elder of the Zhao family, felt nervous.
Although he knew that Meng Zhang would not dare to kill people at will on such occasions, it would be terrible if this boy, young and energetic, really wanted to seriously injure Zhao Dong on impulse.
Taking advantage of the fact that the head of the family, Zhao Yanbei, was not at home, Zhao Jiudou took advantage of the situation to expand his power. Zhao Dong is his important supporter, not only a close confidant, but also the implementer of some plans.
Under everyone's nervous gaze, the scene of Zhao Dong's death did not appear.
Meng Zhang was not a fool, how could he turn the Linshan Sect's happy day into a blood-splattered scene.
The flying sword flew around Zhao Dong's head softly, not only cutting off his bun, but there was also a soft force on the flying sword, which shocked Zhao Dong's eyesight and made him dizzy. It took him a long time to react. Don't come.
The flying sword and small shield released by Zhao Dong lost control and fell to the high platform.
Withdrawing the flying sword and wrapping it around his fingers, Meng Zhang said to Zhao Dong, "I wonder how much you can learn from this advice."
Meng Zhang's attitude made some mature monks slightly unhappy, but the younger generation of monks found it really satisfying to be slapped in the face.
Looking at Zhao Dong's swaying body, Zhao Jiudou jumped directly onto the high platform with a livid face.
He casually threw Zhao Dong and the magic weapon on the ground to the Zhao family members below. Zhao Jiudou first saluted Lin Shenpo.
"Senior Lin, Master Meng has great swordsmanship. This junior is delighted to see Hunter Xin, and also wants to ask for advice."
