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- Chapter 447 Ghost King
"I am Zhao Yifeng from Cangzhou, here to challenge you Xiao Yihan!" The majestic young man shouted loudly, with a loud boom, like spring thunder.
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They were shocked. They didn¡¯t expect that Zhao Yifeng had such deep inner strength!
As he spoke, Zhao Yifeng suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out the long knife on his back with a "choking" sound. He shook the blade, the cold light swayed, the red silk fluttered, and the momentum was astonishing.
Xiao Yuesheng laughed, shook his head, and turned to look around.
He thought to himself that if Nayun and the others were here, they would have jumped out and criticized him by now, leaving him embarrassed, or getting angry and taking action without him having to take action himself.
Zhao Yifeng held a long knife in his hand and stared at Xiao Yuesheng with bright eyes, as if he wanted to bite him, with a provocative look on his face.
He also knew in his heart that Xiao Yihan was very famous, so he probably wouldn't make a move against him. He would only take the initiative to provoke him, and if he angered him, there might be a chance of making a move.
" Such behavior is really risky. Xiao Yihan shocked the world with a single sword. He is also famous for his ruthlessness. If you fight with him, you will either die or be disabled.
" But this is also a shortcut to fame. Moreover, Zhao Yifeng is quite confident in his martial arts. He has experienced several adventures and has strong internal strength. He is not afraid even if he is Master Fang Zheng who practices the Yi Jin Jing.
And the sword technique he practiced was obtained from an ancient silk book. The sword style is simple and powerful, and it is difficult to match.
He was confident in his heart that there were only a few people in the world who could rival him.
?????????????????????????????????????So he is ambitious and unwilling to become famous little by little, but wants to challenge Xiao Yihan, fight to make the world famous, and he will be a blockbuster!
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled, and said: "Cangzhou Zhao Yifeng, Zhao Shaoxia, your martial arts are not weak, you are indeed a hero from a young age."
"Thank you!" Zhao Yifeng smiled broadly, looking proud and squinting.
Xiao Yuesheng remained calm, with a gentle expression, and said with a faint smile: "However, you are too late. I have sealed my sword and retired to the mountains and forests. From now on, I am no longer a member of the martial arts world."
Zhao Yifeng was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed, with a look of disbelief on his face. He turned to look at the others, his eyes like knives, trying to tell the truth.
"This is Young Master Zhao!" Lin Pingzhi stood up, took a step forward, and saluted with his fists in his hands: "Mr. Xiao's words are true. He has retired to seclusion. It is against the rules of the martial arts for you to come here to challenge!"
"Who are you?!" Zhao Yifeng snorted disdainfully and looked sideways at Lin Pingzhi.
Lin Pingzhi smiled slightly, his eyes shone with light, and his expression was elegant: "I am Lin Pingzhi, the leader of the Huashan Sect."
"Are you Lin Pingzhi, the leader of the Huashan Sect?!" Zhao Yifeng glanced at him sideways, without any surprise. He looked him over, shook his head and sneered: "It's better to be famous than to meet in person, but that's it, that's it!"
Everyone looked surprised. They didn¡¯t expect that he was so loud and didn¡¯t take the head of the Huashan Sect into his eyes. In such a big world, such an arrogant person is extremely rare!
Lin Pingzhi laughed angrily, then immediately stopped, frowned slightly, and said solemnly: "I am Lin Pingzhi! If you want to fight Mr. Xiao, you are not qualified yet!"
Yue Lingshan was dressed in a peach red robe, and she was delicate and elegant. She snorted: "That's right! Who is Mr. Xiao? Anyone who wants to challenge can challenge him. Wouldn't it be a chaos in the world?!"
"Okay, in that case, I'll defeat you first!" Zhao Yifeng sneered, drew his sword, and slashed straight down.
In the cold light, a blade of light hung down like a sword, like a waterfall hanging upside down. It was so cold that everyone around it could feel it.
Lin Pingzhi ducked and easily avoided the sword without unsheathing the sword.
Zhao Yifeng sneered, the sword light flickered, and it surged up like a ball of silver light, rushing up like a tide, drowning Lin Pingzhi.
"Senior Brother, can Xiao Linzi beat him?!" Yue Lingshan's bright eyes were fixed on the silver light in the field without blinking, her beautiful face was full of worry, and she asked Linghu Chong.
Linghu Chong is dressed in a green shirt, sitting lazily, with a free and uninhibited demeanor. The long sword is hung on his waist, more like the way a scholar wears a sword.
He glanced at the field and smiled faintly: "Don't worry, little junior sister, although his sword skills are wonderful, there is no way he can't match those of the head junior brother!"
"I didn't expect this guy's sword skills to be so powerful!" Yue Lingshan hummed, seeming to admire, but also complaining.
Although Linghu Chong was sitting there lazily, seemingly casually glancing at the scene, his mind was always focused on Zhao Yifeng's sword skills.
Zhao Yifeng¡¯s sword skills are like crazyThe storm is endless and torrential, just like the Yangtze River, and its power is amazing.
Linghu Chong turned to look at Yue Buqun: "Master, this person's sword technique is extremely powerful, but I don't know which sword technique he uses?!"
As a disciple of a well-known and upright sect, his knowledge is far beyond that of ordinary martial arts masters. Although the Huashan sect has declined, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Yue Buqun's knowledge is also rare in the martial arts.
Yue Buqun has a face like a crown jade and eyes like bright stars. He is wearing a Confucian shirt, a light robe and a slow belt, and his demeanor is extraordinary.
He stared at the field for a long time and shook his head: "This man's sword skills are weird. He looks like the Heshuo Chen Family Sword, but not very similar!"
Seeing this, Yue Lingshan flashed her figure, jumped to Xiao Yuesheng's side, came close to him, and asked in a low voice: "Hey, sir, what kind of sword technique do you think he used?!"
Her tone was quite rude, and for some reason, she still felt a bit resentful towards Xiao Yuesheng, as if he owed her something.
Although she knew that this was a bit inexplicable, she couldn't get rid of it, so she just followed her own mood and was not polite to Xiao Yue.
Xiao Yuesheng glanced lightly, his warm eyes fell on her face, and he was not surprised to see through her subtle thoughts.
He pondered for a moment and said warmly: "He used the Ghost King's Sword Technique, a sword technique from the previous dynasty I thought it had been lost, and I didn't want to have any successors!"
Yue Lingshan said in surprise: "Do you really know?!Ghost King's sword technique?!"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded slightly, smiled, and said nothing more.
He searched for all the martial arts secrets in the world, printed them in his mind, integrated them into one body, and entered martial arts with Taoism.
At that time, his mind was already harmonious, unimpaired, and had a photographic memory. Whenever he saw something, it would be engraved in his mind and could not be forgotten.
Although two generations have passed, he is as clear as yesterday and has not forgotten it.
This book of Ghost King's Sword Techniques was collected by him when he was in the first generation. It can be regarded as the sword techniques of the Hermit Sect. It is extremely powerful, but it is always strange and fierce.
Although it was fierce and fierce, the power of the sword was endless, and its coordination was extremely strange. He had admired it at the beginning.
But this sword technique has a drawback that is difficult to eliminate.
Yue Lingshan twisted her waist, jumped up, returned to Linghu Chong, and said in a low voice: "Elder brother, you know, that's called the Ghost King's Sword Technique!"
"Ghostkingswordfa?" Linghu Chong muttered to himself, his sword eyebrows straightened as he stared at the silver light in the field.
At this time, Zhao Yifeng's sword skills were like electricity. The silver light shrank and expanded, swallowing and exhaling, just like human breathing, covering Lin Pingzhi.
Lin Pingzhi still didn't draw his sword, he just moved his feet. He only relied on his footwork and didn't touch a corner of his clothes. He seemed to be able to do it with ease.
But it looked like it was extremely dangerous. Often at the last moment, the long knife would slide across his body, and he would be hit by the slightest chance.
"Zhao Yifeng's eyebrows were spread out, his eyes were wide open, and he shot out scorching electric light, which was breathtaking. He stabbed one after another, continuously, and the momentum was overwhelming.
In the hall, cold air overflowed and the temperature dropped sharply.
Zhao Yifeng waved his long knife, forming a ball of silver light. This ball of silver light was like a giant piece of ice, emitting a steady stream of cold air.
"Xiao Linzi is serious!" Yue Lingshan stamped her feet and said softly: "If we don't deal with him, he will freeze to death!"
Linghu Chong smiled and said, "Junior brother, the head master, wants to master this sword technique."
Yue Lingshan hummed and said: "The Ghost King's sword skills are very ordinary. There is nothing that can be done to him. What's so mysterious about it?!"
??The implication of her words is that she disdains this set of sword skills.
Linghu Chong shook his head: "Little junior sister, you are wrong. This set of sword techniques is extremely powerful. If it were someone else, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to catch it."
Yue Lingshan snorted softly without making a sound. Since it was the eldest brother who said this, it couldn't be wrong. Xiao Linzi did have a good intention.
In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred moves passed by, and Zhao Yifeng's sword force continued like a long river, without stopping.
His momentum was increasing instead of decreasing, and every stab was as cruel as a knife. It seemed that after drinking, his blood was getting stronger and stronger, and it was difficult to control it.
Lin Pingzhi was still wandering alone, neither fast nor slow. Every time he dodged, he missed by the slightest.
Zhao Yifeng was so angry that he screamed, almost hitting him every time, but he could never reach this point.
No matter how stupid he is, he still knows that the other party is deliberately playing tricks, like a cat playing with a mouse.
This made him, who had always thought highly of himself and was arrogant about everything, so angry that he wanted to chop him in two with a knife to vent his hatred of being humiliated.
But his sword skills are exquisite and powerful, but his footwork and body skills are weak. Under Lin Ping's body skills, his body is like a stupid bear, abnormally slow, and he can onlyPlay.
Yue Lingshan couldn't bear to see it, shook her head and sighed: "Elder brother, Xiao Linzi is so bad, don't you mean to make him angry to death?!"
Linghu Chong glanced at Xiao Yuesheng with a smile, and saw that his eyes were gentle, his expression was gentle, and he didn't look angry at all. He shook his head and sighed. He was indeed Mr. Xiao. He was broad-minded, far beyond comparison with other people, and beyond his reach!
But he didn¡¯t know that Xiao Yuesheng was not very open-minded.
In Xiao Yuesheng's eyes, Zhao Yifeng, although his martial arts was good, was just like a child in front of his martial arts, so he naturally ignored him.
If you really touch his reverse scale, you will never be so generous.
Just at this moment, the door curtain was lifted, and four people floated in. They were all slim and graceful, like swaying flower branches.
They were all wearing moon-white training clothes. The thin silk satin was shiny and clung to their bodies, highlighting their graceful figures.
"Master!" Jiangnan Yun's voice as soft as honey sounded. Everyone felt excited when they heard it. Master Fang Zheng practiced rigorously and could stabilize his mind. However, the four monks behind him had their minds swayed and their hearts trembled. He closed his eyes hurriedly, moved his beads, moved his lips, and recited the Mingwang mantra secretly.
Jiang Nanyun walked in front of everyone. He stepped in and stepped in front of Xiao Yuesheng, using the technique of shrinking the ground into an inch.
Everyone present shrank their eyes and stared at her.
"Have you finished practicing?!" Xiao Yuesheng gently raised his head, stroked the mustache on his upper lip, and asked with a smile.
"Well, Master, what are they doing?!" Jiang Nanyun nodded, sweeping the crowd with his bright eyes, and bowed with great demeanor, and asked softly with his sandalwood lips.
Song Jingsi, Song Jingyun, and Zheng Xiuzhi also floated in, walking softly like a weak willow supporting the wind.
The three of them came forward, and they bowed in greeting: "Greetings, Master!"
They all spoke in unison, either crisply or mellowly, and together they had a unique charm, just like a chorus.
Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Get upNanyun, please introduce me to your junior sisters."
Jiang Nanyun agreed softly, as gentle as water, and introduced Master Fang Zheng and the others to the three junior sisters one by one. His voice was soft and soft, but it was still heart-wrenching. It was quite difficult for everyone to keep their minds tight.
"This is Jiang Nanyun's deliberate move, and he is deliberately playing tricks on her to show her dissatisfaction with them coming together.
Master Fang Zheng combined the tithes and said kindly: "Two ladies from Song Dynasty are polite, we meet again Miss Zheng, I am very happy and congratulations, I am very happy in my heart!"
Song Jingsi and Song Jingyun titheed together and glanced at Zheng Xiuzhi.
They remembered that the junior sister once said that she had been treated by Master Fang Zheng before she came to Lin'an. She recommended coming here because she was unable to save her life.
"Master, are you alright?!" Zheng Xiuzhi bowed her head and showed gratitude on her face.
"The reason why she was able to enter Master's disciples was because of Master Fang Zheng. If it weren't for Master Fang Zheng, she would not dare to come.
Moreover, Master Fang Zheng, as the abbot of Shaolin and the first person in the righteous path, actually healed this unknown little girl like herself, and did his best to heal her. Although there was nothing that could be done in the end, she was still grateful.
The two said a few words, and Jiang Nanyun introduced them one by one.
There were not many people in the venue, and the ceremony was over in a while. At this time, there was still fighting in the venue, and the temperature in the hall dropped sharply, almost the same as the weather outside the villa.
"Master, what is going on?!" Jiang Nanyun came close to Xiao Yuesheng, his figure exuding a faint fragrance.
Xiao Yuesheng laughed: "He came to challenge me!"
¡°Challenge Master, you¡ª¡ª?!¡± Jiang Nan Yunming¡¯s eyes widened, and he suddenly smiled as brightly as a flower, shaking his head slightly.
"He calls himself Cangzhou Zhao Yifeng, and his Ghost King sword skills are truly extraordinary." Xiao Yuesheng said with a slight smile.
Jiang Nanyun glanced briefly and nodded: "Well, his internal strength is not weak, so it's not surprising that he has this idea."
"Nanyun, throw him out!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand.
Jiang Nanyun lifted the hem of his clothes like a skirt, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Disciple, I obey!"
She turned towards the middle of the field and said: "Young escort chief, let me come and meet him for a while!"
Lin Ping's body was like fluttering catkins, which moved when it encountered the wind. Zhao Yifeng's long sword swung towards him and brought up the wind of the sword. He moved with the wind of the sword, without any place to hit it.
Hearing Jiang Nanyun's voice as soft as honey, he shook his head and smiled: "You don't need Miss Jiang to step in, I can do it for you!"
After saying that, he suddenly appeared behind Zhao Yifeng in a flash, as fast as a ghost and as fast as a ghost.
Zhao Yifeng¡¯s eyes flashed with flowers, suddenly feeling something bad, he kicked his feet and lunged forward violently, as fast as a galloping horse, running two feet away in one go.
He saw the opportunity quickly and had strong inner strength. He ran forward and directly threw Lin Pingzhi away.
Lin Ping was stunned and sneered, with a hint of murderous intent.
Zhao Yifeng came to challenge him. If he looked calm and respectful, he would not say anything, but would praise his courage.
"But he is so invisible to Mr. Xiao, which is intolerable. The only choice is to kill him as a punishment for the world."
If not, after Mr. Xiao retires to seclusion, wouldn¡¯t others want to bully him? !
With murderous intentions in mind and no longer holding back, Lin Pingzhi's long sword flashed, and everyone felt a white light flash across their eyes, appearing in front of Zhao Yifeng's brows.
Zhao Yifeng kicked his foot. He had no time to use his body skills, so he just tried his best to fall backwards, trying to avoid the sword.
But although his movement was fast, it was far inferior to Lin Pingzhi's sword. The light of the sword flashed, and the tip of the sword had pierced the center of his eyebrow.
A soft whistling sound suddenly sounded, and a white light flew out of Jiang Nanyun's left hand, passing through a white glow, and instantly appeared in front of Lin Ping's sword.
With a crisp "ding" sound, Lin Pingzhi's sword was hit by the white light and deflected upward a few inches.
The tip of the sword drew an arc and slid across Zhao Yifeng's forehead, slicing off a few strands of hair. The cold air penetrated into his head through his forehead, and he felt chilly.
He has never been so close to death. He thought he was not afraid of death. What joy does a man have in life, and what fear does he have in death? !
Now I know that I was wrong! Facing the chance of life and death, he realized how precious life is.
"Young escort, there is a guest here today, and it is unlucky to see blood. Please spare his life!" Jiang Nanyun said with a smile, graceful.
Lin Pingzhi nodded, not unhappy, turned around and glanced at Zhao Yifeng, shook his head, curled his lips slightly, and turned back to his seat.
¡°If it had been anyone else who suddenly shot away his sword and saved Zhao Yifeng¡¯s life, he would have been angry.
Zhao Yifeng stood firm, his face flushed and his eyes twinkling.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled faintly and said warmly: "Young Master Zhao, your Ghost King Sword Technique is not very strong, so you should practice it for a few more years!"
Zhao Yifeng raised his head sharply and looked at him, as if he had seen a ghost.
He got this secret book in a cave. No one else knew about it. Judging from the color of the cloth, it was obvious that it was a long time ago and must not be from this dynasty.
" And such a long-standing secret must be older than Xiao Yihan, but now it was revealed in his mouth, how could he not be surprised.
: "I am no longer a member of the martial arts world, and I don't want to kill anyone anymore. I will make an exception todayjust leave!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and said lightly.
"The green hills never change, the green waters always flow"
Jiangnan Yun Dai frowned and interrupted him with a slight snort: "Okay! If you come again, be careful with your life!"
She didn¡¯t see the previous situation, so she didn¡¯t intend to kill. She just thought that with so many people gathered at the villa today, if it was stained with blood, it would be really ominous, so she might as well spare his life first.
However, he dared to come and challenge, but this trend could not last long.
After saying that, the figure suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of him at the same time. He raised his right palm and slapped it lightly.
Xiao Yuesheng stroked his mustache, smiled slightly, and sighed to himself: As expected of Nan Yun, he has a close connection with himself! - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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