Sword King Reborn

"Master, that kid is causing trouble." When Ling Feng and the others were preparing to leave in the chaos, the two previous commanders brought a group of people wearing white and gray robes, and a short man standing on the steps

The middle-aged man looked over along the fingers of the handle and saw Ling Feng with a slight smile on his face. He was young and had sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples. Ling Feng's appearance was of a particularly powerful kind.

It can leave an impression on people at first sight.

"You don't look very young, but you are quite courageous!" The short-bearded middle-aged man shouted lowly, and with a wave of his hand, a group of fighters from the Seven Temples quickly passed through the crowd. Ling Feng and the others were there to watch the excitement.

, the people of Raya are the most powerful citizens in the entire Shenqi Continent. Back then, they could overthrow the throne of the Immortality Religion, and today they can cause trouble in the altar of the Seven Gods.

For a while, people were everywhere shouting curses and overturning various altar tables, but the initiators, Ling Feng and Situ Qingyang, stood on the high platform looking around with some hesitation, "Senior, this scene seems to be a bit exaggerated." Ling Feng and Situ Qingyang stood on the high platform with some hesitation.

Feng opened his mouth, and his mind suddenly became hot. He didn't expect such a consequence at all.

"May I ask who you are?" The short-bearded middle-aged man stood up neatly and jumped onto the high platform. He was about ten steps away from Ling Feng and the others. Looking closely, Ling Feng couldn't help but be startled. The man in front of him was in his early forties.

Wearing a gray and white Taoist robe, he looked very ordinary. What made Ling Feng pay special attention to him was that there was a sword that was three feet long and two fingers wide hanging on this man's waist.

Ling Feng is used to seeing all kinds of big swords. This is the first time besides him to see this kind of sword hanging on his waist. "Boy, my hall master is asking you a question!" Back jump

The guy who came up shouted angrily, and Lingfeng finally came back to his senses, pursed his lips and said, "I'm just a nobody, not a saint."

The short-bearded middle-aged man snorted coldly and squinted his eyes, "Little brother, if you dare to do it, you must dare to admit it. Is it possible that you don't even dare to claim your name?" Ling Feng chuckled, but his lips curled up.

Her eyes were full of excitement and she looked at his waist, "If you compete with me in sword competition, I will tell you who I am."

"Sword fight with me, little brother, do you know who I am?" The short-bearded middle-aged man's cheeks trembled slightly, and his smile was breathless. In his eyes, Ling Feng was obviously a little kid who overestimated his abilities.

The challenge is just a big joke.

The two handlers and the seven or eight fighters from the Seven Temples all laughed angrily, and there was a burst of contempt. Situ Qingyang glanced at the short-bearded middle-aged man, and a familiar name seemed to flash in his mind, and he thought for a while.

, and suddenly remembered who this person was.

"Ali, stop your young master quickly, this person is Xuchang." Before Situ Qingyang could remind him, Mo Yan, who was covering his face, had already spoken. The little fox glanced at Mo Yan blankly. Obviously, the name Xuchang meant something to him.

What is unfamiliar to her is

The passerby looked exactly the same, but Ye Wushang's expression suddenly changed at this moment, and he looked at the short-bearded middle-aged man with very cold eyes, Yi Jian Xuchang? He was the one who sustained fifty moves with a single sword under Liu Bai's hand.

A talented swordsman?

"Who you are is not important to me at all. I just want to see how powerful your sword is." Lingfeng said, reaching out his hand. Ding Li, who was standing aside, immediately opened the cloth bag behind him and put the

The Seven Star Sword was thrown over.

With a "pop" sound, Ling Feng took the sword in his hand. Xuchang's face, which was smiling scornfully, suddenly froze, and then he looked at the Seven Star Sword in Ling Feng's hand with a complex expression. This sword was also three feet long and two fingers wide.

A thin sword. In the Shenqi Continent where big swords were the mainstream, it was the first time that Xuchang saw someone using this kind of sword like himself.

"This kid has made it clear that he is here for you, Hall Master. He even copied one of your exotic swords." Bao Shi said with great disdain. Xuchang's face began to look ugly, and his fingers touched the hilt of the sword at his waist.

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"Boy, I don't know where you made this sword. You brought it to me today, just to play with your life!" Xuchang said word by word. Everyone in the world knows the name of his exotic sword Xuchang.

The origin of the sword is the sword with a special size on his waist. This is his symbol and his glory. Lingfeng comes out with the Seven Star Sword. For Xuchang, it is undoubtedly a vigorous move into the village. This is an open challenge to Xuchang.

, challenge his glory.

"Draw the sword!" Lingfeng turned a blind eye to Xuchang's indignant expression. His eyes were full of fighting intent. At this time, he was like a roaring bull rushing towards a herd of cows. Nothing mattered.

The important thing is to fight with you.

"I don't think there's anything special about this mustache except that he has a louder voice and a fierce look. Will the young master be unable to defeat him?" Ah Li turned around and asked, Mo Yan's eyes were full of anxiety, and she said quickly: "Xuchang

He challenged Liu Bai when he was only eighteen years old,

Undefeated in fifty moves, because the sword he used was particularly strange, and Liu Bai cherished his talent. That battle with Liu Bai picking up the sword and breaking his robe was counted as a draw. This was the only draw in Liu Bai's life. Now it has passed.

After twenty years, why should Ling Feng compete with him in sword competition?"

Situ Qingyang stepped forward directly to persuade Ling Feng back, but after taking a few steps forward, he felt an invisible aura in front of him pushing him away, "Don't go over, he is bound to fight in this fight."

Fighting." Ye Wushang shook his head, Ling Feng actually released his fighting spirit, which was a clear indication that he wanted to have a solid fight with Xuchang.

"The strange sword Mingfeng is three feet long, two fingers wide, and has a net weight of eighteen kilograms. The dead souls under the sword are ninety plus nine. Counting you, I can kill hundreds of people with this sword!" Xu Chang slowly stretched out his two fingers.

Then he drew Mingfeng out close to the sword blade. This is a

The whole body of the long sword is pale pink, and the sword is engraved with the pattern of a phoenix. It is very beautiful under the sunlight, with a faint splendor surrounding it. On the other hand, the Seven-Star Sword in Lingfeng's hand, except for the cold light, is just an ordinary sword.

The three-foot long sword.

"What!" He shouted impatiently. Ling Feng raised his hand and hit him with his sword. The Seven-Star Sword drew a line of sword energy with a "swish" sound, and there was a "puff" sound. Xuchang was very light.

He dodged, but the sword energy struck all the way to the edge of the high platform, leaving a scratch several inches deep on the ground.

The expressions of the two warriors from the Seven Temples changed slightly. They did not expect that this young man, who looked very young, had some strength in addition to being arrogant. Xuchang did not draw the sword, but instead knocked the scabbard away

When it came out, the scabbard made of bamboo was faster than an arrow, and it hit the target in the blink of an eye.

On Ling Feng's chest, Ling Feng, who was holding the sword with one hand, suddenly made two sharp swings, and a bright cross sword energy visible to the naked eye floated out from his chest. The cross sword energy seemed a little bit...

He lacked confidence and could not float fast at all. The menacing scabbard struck into the cross sword energy with a "snap" sound.

Then everyone's eyes widened at this moment. The bright white cross that seemed to be dangling in the air instantly cut the scabbard into a pile of powder. Except for the sound of the initial collision, it was silent after that.

The sound disappeared without a trace.

Xuchang held the hilt of the sword with his backhand, his face calm. It seemed that the scabbard was cut into powder, which had no impact on him. In an ordinary I-shaped starting position, the slender pink sword blade was tightly attached to Xuchang.

On his right arm, he holds the sword in a posture that seems to be more inclined to the sword.

"Water escape, strong wind and rain!" With a low shout, Xuchang, who was as calm as a sculpture, suddenly jumped up, and then a pink sword energy came out from his sleeves, followed by a "crackling" sword energy that filled the sky.

Like a violent storm, it poured towards Ling Feng, the speed was staggering, and in the blink of an eye, there were dense pink sword marks in front of Ling Feng. His eyes blurred, and Ling Feng's whole person was submerged.

Situ Qingyang and Mo Yan both slightly opened their red lips, and their eyes were full of surprise. When they saw Ling Feng using the sword before, they thought it must be the fastest sword in the world. They didn't expect that this Xuchang was so fast.

On par with Ling Feng.

The sound of "cracking" was like heavy rain hitting the ground. The fight on the high platform was inconspicuous in the entire chaotic temple fair, but the strange fluctuations in the fighting power here attracted many people in the Seven Temples.

"One hundred and thirty-two swords, not bad, not bad." A voice with a hint of admiration came out from the dense sword marks, and there was a "stab" sound, and an ordinary three-foot cold sword emerged from the air like a shower.

The sword energy protruded from the sword, and then with a slight wave, the sword blade moved at 180 degrees and swept towards the front of Xuchang with a "swish".

"Dang", there was a loud noise, and Xuchang, who was swinging his sword wildly, suddenly took two steps back, his energy and blood surged, and he staggered. But where the pink sword energy disappeared, Ling Feng was holding the sword in one hand, unscathed.

"This is impossible!" Xuchang looked as if he had seen a ghost, his lips were bright red. He had struck one hundred and thirty-two swords just now, and every sword hit him, but now Ling Feng didn't even lose a hair.

"The Storm Sword has a good name, and it's really fast, but it's still a little slower than me." Ling Feng raised his lips, waved his wrist, and saw the Seven-Star Sword in his hand doing countless "swiss" tricks.

The sword flower, in the blink of an eye, was surrounded by cold light, forming a sword energy barrier. At a rough look, the frequency of the sword energy he emitted seemed to be much faster than that of Xuchang.

"I will compete with you in swordsmanship!"

, amidst the sword light, pink color kept flashing in Ling Feng's vital parts, but there was always a faint silver light that blocked it just right.

Xuchang did not call out the name of his sword skills, but Ling Feng used Ye Wushang's unknown sword skills. Between one and two moves, just by dancing with the sword in his hands, countless mottled marks appeared on the ground.

After more than ten moves, Xu Changdu was always on an equal footing with Ling Feng. The sword used by Xu Chang was the most agile and agile that Ling Feng had seen so far, and it was also the most pleasing to him. After going back and forth, the two of them took down three swords.

More than ten moves.

Now the entire high platform was quiet. On one side was the already famous Yi Jian Xuchang, and on the other side was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. The two of them didn't look like they were on the same level, but they were evenly matched.

All of a sudden, more and more people started to gather around here.