Chapter 247 The remnants of the Demon Cult
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Dalamt looked at the young man in front of him and the blue flames rising from the long sword. He knew the strength of his opponent. He was also a warrior in the knight realm. Lin Fenghuo's cyan flames, which were like substance, were exactly what he had displayed. Blazing sword.
"It is said that the martial arts in the Central Plains are profound and profound, and their swords, fists and palms are the best in the world. But many of the poor people who died under my scimitar were from the Central Plains. I have never seen many who can really fight. indivual."
Dalamt said sarcastically, he stared at Lin Fenghuo, and then asked: "Hey, are you like them? Are you also a straw bag?"
But unfortunately, the opponent did not make any rash move, and even his expression did not change at all. This was beyond Dalamt's expectation. He thought that the young man in front of him would have some emotional fluctuations because of his words, and he would be able to catch a flaw.
After all, Lin Fenghuo has been practicing at Xiaoyuan Academy for five years. As the former Yunxiao Qi Sect, an important Confucian academy today, the Qi-nurturing Kung Fu of its disciples is naturally the basic skill for entry.
If this matter happened five years ago, he would definitely not be able to bear the other party's cynicism, and maybe he would have rolled up his sleeves to fight with the other party now. But now, apart from being calm, he didn't have any other mood swings.
Seeing that the move failed, Dalamt stopped talking nonsense and directly drew out the scimitar behind him, slashing it with one blow without any hesitation.
Ding!
Lin Fenghuo also swung his sword to knock the scimitar away, but the next scene made his eyes shrink.
The moment the scimitar and the straight sword collided, the tip of the sword turned slightly and went straight towards his heavenly spirit. The straight sword that was originally blocked by the horizontal sword was staggered by the curve of the scimitar and could not resist it at all.
Lin Fenghuo moved, like a cannonball exploding on the spot, raising sand and dust within a few feet.
When the dust subsided slightly, only Dalamt, who was holding a scimitar, looked sideways. Lin Fenghuo's figure had disappeared.
"The movement skills are good! Being able to be so agile in a sandstorm, it seems that City Lord Xiao has invited a master this time!" The man grinned, not paying attention to the movement skills displayed by the other party, and still stared at the side.
As his words fell, Lin Fenghuo's slightly embarrassed figure appeared from the rolling yellow sand. It's just that the sleeve of his knife-wielding arm has been cut open, and traces of blood are dripping from the sleeve.
Dalamt, who was holding a scimitar, was not surprised at all when he saw this scene. After all, the number of chivalrous warriors who died under his attack could not be counted with one hand. What made him a little curious was the attitude of his opponent.
Lin Fenghuo narrowed his eyes and glared at this insidious opponent with an indifferent expression. The chop just now was indeed a bit tricky. If I hadn't practiced my body skills so hard over the years, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been as simple as keeping my sleeves from being scratched.
"Your devilish name Kuangsha is very consistent with your skills." He said calmly, not caring that the blood on his arm flowed along the wrist to the blade.
It turned out that the moment Dalamt clashed with Lin Fenghuo with his scimitar, he actually controlled the sand to wrap the blade. So the scene just now occurred, the straight knife and the scimitar were clashing. The moment they made contact, the scimitar was "sliding" away from them and headed straight for Lin Fenghuo's heavenly spirit.
"It is indeed not uncommon for people of your age to have such knowledge!" Dalamt looked at the other person and nodded in reply, not as arrogant as before.
Men who grew up in the deserts of the Western Regions may not understand etiquette or character like people from the Central Plains, but they have a very good understanding of what the Central Plains people call the "Law of the Jungle." The joking and arrogance shown when facing enemies who are weaker than oneself; the attention and caution shown when facing opponents of equal strength; and the surrender and cowardice shown when facing powerful enemies.
In the eyes of this group of horse thieves, it is a matter of course, just like eating and drinking. There is no psychological burden when doing this, or the so-called "warrior's demeanor". The fighting style of fighting hard even when they know they are losing will never appear in their knowledge of martial arts.
It may also be due to this idea of obeying the "Law of the Jungle" that although the actual combat ability of the people in the Western Regions is higher than that of the Central Plains warriors of the same level, but really counting the number of great masters in the martial arts realm, the land of the Western Regions is far less prosperous than the talents of the Central Plains. .
I'm afraid this has a lot to do with their ideas.
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Dalamt, who was holding a scimitar, was not surprised at all when he saw this scene. After all, the number of chivalrous warriors who died under his attack could not be counted with one hand. What made him a little curious was the attitude of his opponent.
Lin Fenghuo narrowed his eyes and glared at this insidious opponent with an indifferent expression. The chop just now was indeed a bit tricky. If I hadn't practiced my body skills so hard over the years, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been as simple as keeping my sleeves from being scratched.
"Your devilish name Kuangsha is very consistent with your skills." He said calmly, not caring that the blood on his arm flowed along the wrist to the blade.
It turned out that the moment Dalamt clashed with Lin Fenghuo with his scimitar, he actually controlled the sand to wrap the blade. So the scene just now occurred, the straight knife and the scimitar were clashing. The moment they made contact, the scimitar was "sliding" away from them and headed straight for Lin Fenghuo's heavenly spirit.
"It is indeed not uncommon for people of your age to have such knowledge!" Dalamt looked at the other person and nodded in reply, not as arrogant as before.
Men who grew up in the deserts of the Western Regions may not understand etiquette or character like people from the Central Plains, but they have a very good understanding of what the Central Plains people call the "Law of the Jungle." The joking and arrogance shown when facing enemies who are weaker than oneself; the attention and caution shown when facing opponents of equal strength; and the surrender and cowardice shown when facing powerful enemies.
In the eyes of this group of horse thieves, it is a matter of course, just like eating and drinking. There is no psychological burden when doing this, or the so-called "warrior's demeanor". The fighting style of fighting hard even when they know they are losing will never appear in their knowledge of martial arts.
It may also be due to this idea of obeying the "Law of the Jungle" that although the actual combat ability of the people in the Western Regions is higher than that of the Central Plains warriors of the same level, but really counting the number of great masters in the martial arts realm, the land of the Western Regions is far less prosperous than the talents of the Central Plains. .
I'm afraid this has a lot to do with their ideas.
In the eyes of this group of horse thieves, it is a matter of course, just like eating and drinking. There is no psychological burden when doing this, or the so-called "warrior's demeanor". The fighting style of fighting hard even when they know they are losing will never appear in their knowledge of martial arts.
It may also be due to this idea of obeying the "Law of the Jungle" that although the actual combat ability of the people in the Western Regions is higher than that of the Central Plains warriors of the same level, but really counting the number of great masters in the martial arts realm, the land of the Western Regions is far less prosperous than the talents of the Central Plains. .
I'm afraid this has a lot to do with their ideas.
