Chapter 65: Flowing Blade Beacon
Lin Fenghuo used the Yan Yan True Essence Art with all his strength, like a substantial inner energy, like a cloak of flame, surrounding Lin Fenghuo.
The fifth Xiaoxiao did not dare to be careless. With a touch of her hands on her waist, eight flying knives flashing with cold light appeared between her slender fingers. Two short thorns flew like spiritual snakes in the girl's palms. As Wu Xiaoxiao moved around the field, he swung his hands and held the two short thorns back in his hands. The flying knife between his fingers turned into eight rays of cold light and shot towards Lin Fenghuo with wisps of light yellow energy.
This unique skill of throwing a knife really amazed the people watching the competition in the audience.
"What a smart flying knife, with eight rays!" Zhang Yanshi, the oldest and strongest person in this competition, couldn't help but admire.
Lin Fenghuo stared at the fine iron straight knife in his hand and ignored the flying knife heading straight for him. He held the straight knife horizontally in his right hand, and the Yan Yan internal energy all over his body gathered crazily towards the blade. Lin Fenghuo raised his left hand and quickly stroked the blade that originally exuded red light. In the blink of an eye, the flaming blade light turned green.
Lin Fenghuo shouted softly: "Green Flame Fire Wave Sword!" He saw him spin and slash, and a huge green flame sword light swept across the field, smashing all the eight cold-light flying knives flying towards him. .
"What a Qingyan Fire Wave Sword, a five-element level fire attribute skill? It's really overbearing!" Zhou Di, who was next to Yi Xifeng, couldn't help but praise it.
Seeing Lin Fenghuo's successful rescue, Yi Xifeng nodded secretly. After all, Lin Fenghuo had already used this sword technique in the Maple Leaf Forest training camp some time ago. It was the sword technique used in the confrontation with Wang Bodang at that time. Although he was ultimately defeated by Wang Bodang's Hundred Refined Tiger King Spear, that was due to the difference in cultivation level between the two and had nothing to do with the sword technique.
However, there was one person among the people present who was always frowning. This person was Wang Bodang.
As the only person present who has experienced the Qing Yan Fire Wave Sword, Wang Bodang clearly understands the domineering nature of this sword technique. This is where Wang Bodang was confused.
Although Lin Fenghuo's use this time was more powerful than the first time, and his flexibility was much improved, he could destroy all incoming flying knives with one blow. Wang Bodang thought to himself that if faced with such a green flame fire wave knife, it would be impossible for him to use the barrel of a gun to knock the opponent out. However, he has a clear understanding of his own strength. He can still withstand this level of attack. It is impossible to defeat him with this move.
This is where Wang Bodang was confused. What Lin Fenghuo said just now, he clearly meant for himself. But if Lin Fenghuo wanted to defeat him with the same move, he would be looking down on him.
Although Lin Fenghuo and Wang Bodang had known each other for a short time, they had similar temperaments. Since the seven of them returned from Maple Leaf Forest, Wang Bodang has had drinks with Lin Fenghuo and Zhao Long several times.
Zhao Long is a man of few words. Every time the three of them go to a restaurant to have a drink, Zhao Long drinks very little and eats a lot because of his inner energy skills. Although Lin Fenghuo was a few years younger than the two of them, he drank happily. Unfortunately, his capacity for drinking was average, but fortunately the quality of his wine was excellent. Every time the three of them drank until the end, Wang Bodang and Lin Fenghuo drank a lot, so the two communicated a lot. He understood Lin Fenghuo's persistence and pride, so he always believed that this was not what Lin Fenghuo wanted him to see. of.
Fifth Xiaoxiao avoided the aftermath of Lin Fenghuo's sword with several ups and downs, clenched the double thorns tightly, and said expressionlessly: "Be careful!"
As soon as Wu Xiaoxiao finished speaking, the girl's figure had disappeared from the place, and the next moment, she appeared ten feet away. The girl's feet did not stop, and her slender legs stepped on the bluestone floor again. The graceful figure disappeared again. When she reappeared, the distance between her and Lin Fenghuo had narrowed by ten feet.
"Is this... is this the speed of movement possessed by Mang Realm warriors?" The expressions of everyone present could not help but change slightly. Even Zhang Yanshi, Zhao Long, Wang Bodang and others were secretly shocked.
However, among the people present, there were two people with normal expressions. 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 learned swordsmanship from Li Chengtao for many years. He is also one of the few people in the world who is still alive and well after experiencing the "Thirteen Swords of Chasing the Wind". In Yi Xifeng's eyes, Fifth Xiaoxiao's movement speed can only be regarded as speed. At the same time, he was also confident that after so many years of "practical training" by Li Chengtao, he could dodge her attacks.
The latter, as the grandson of Lin Hengshan and the son of Lin Rufa. In terms of knowledge, he is only higher than Yi Xifeng.
"Ding, pfft!" Fifth Xiaoxiao and Lin Fenghuo passed by each other, and saw a small blood hole on Lin Fenghuo's left shoulder. Blood poured out of his left shoulder like it was free. In the blink of an eye, Blood was flowing down his left arm.
The fifth Xiaoxiao turned around and looked at Lin Fenghuo in confusion, who was less than two feet away from 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 will you know if you don't try?"
"Are you really looking for death?" the girl asked in a cold voice.
Hearing Fifth Xiaoxiao's question, Lin Fenghuo couldn't help but laugh: "A journey to martial arts means nine deaths. If I am greedy for life and afraid of death, why should I waste my time here?"
"You talk about martial arts at such a young age?" Fifth Xiaoxiao sneered softly.
Lin Fenghuo murmured: "Martial arts?..."
Lin Fenghuo's eyes instantly became confused, and scenes appeared in his mind...
That was when he was very young. His grandfather Lin Hengshan came to the blacksmith and said to his father: "You have a tough and loyal heart. Machiavellian tactics are not suitable for you. Just strike your iron hard." That was also Lin Hengshan. The only time Fenghuo saw his father's majestic figure was kneeling in front of Lin Hengshan, and he didn't get up for a long time...
In the blink of an eye, the scene in front of him changed again. It was when he was five years old. He and Yi Xifeng were playing horseback and fighting and were severely beaten by the other party. He dragged a wooden sword back home alone and cried, and his father Lin Rufa happened to be there too. At that time, his father looked at him and said softly: "You are stubborn and upright, and would rather break than bend. Sword training is not suitable for you... Fenghuo, start practicing swordsmanship from today on, straight swords!" From then on, Lin Fenghuo began to practice swordsmanship. He no longer plays horseback or fights with Yi Xifeng, but he also never loses again!
The picture in his mind flashed away. In just a moment, Lin Fenghuo came back to his senses. Looking at the straight sword in his hand, Lin Fenghuo murmured: "What martial arts? In my eyes, there are only straight swords and straight paths! I would rather take the straight path." , don’t ask for help from the song!”
Lin Fenghuo raised his head, the confusion in his eyes disappeared, and he laughed loudly: "Haha, I'd rather break than bend! Hahaha, Wang Bodang! Please watch this move for me! Fifth girl, please teach me!"
"Stunt skill, Flowing Blade -" Lin Fenghuo said in a deep voice, then paused.
The crimson Yanyan True Yuan was no longer beating around Lin Fenghuo's body, but was integrated into his blood like a spirit. The bright red blood that was originally flowing down his left arm emitted a bright red color like a flame under the continuous infusion of true energy.
Lin Fenghuo's arms, also under the infusion of inner energy, caused the blood vessels under the skin of his arms to emit bursts of red light, which was the bright red emitted by the blood flowing in the blood vessels. This bright red blood vein pattern appeared on both arms and gradually spread throughout the body.
"Fenghuo!" Lin Fenghuo said softly. Along with the words disappeared, the figure of the young man holding the knife appeared in front of Wu Xiaoxiao in the next moment, without any fancy, he cut it off with one knife!
