God level swordsman

Chapter 233 Lin Feng 3
Yang Xiaotian's sword-dragging technique was honed from the army during the years when the war was raging, and it has been practiced to the point of perfection, and drawing a sword has long been an instinct of the body.

With this knife, killing the enemy on the battlefield has always been as simple as chopping melons and vegetables.

On several occasions, he easily took the head of the enemy general and made great achievements.

The Zhongzhou Dynasty transferred him to Tiannan Province as a way of accumulating seniority, and after three years, he would be transferred back to the Imperial City to take up an important position.

But three years later, he said that he would wait another three years before that position would be vacated.

Three years later and three years later, Yang Xiaotian's patience had already worn out.

Instead of waiting for an appointment in the foreseeable future, it would be better to have a future in Feihongzong.

With this knife, Yang Xiaotian made the knife with the injustice of fate, the unwillingness to wait for three years and three years, and the infinite expectations for the future.

The sword light appeared, and the thunder was startled.

"Don't blame me when you're under the Nine Springs." A deep roar came from his throat, completely bursting out all the emotions in his heart.

This stunning sword was extremely dazzling, attracting everyone's attention.

The aboriginal people in the city were very familiar with Yang Xiaotian. They all knew that he was a general who was demoted from the imperial city. They thought he was just a related person who came to gain seniority, but they did not expect that his strength could be so powerful.

The rich blood and terrifying murderous aura cannot be rendered without going through a battle like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

At this moment, Yang Xiaotian's figure was so majestic, like a demon god, it made people feel an urge to worship him.

"To be able to practice dragging swords to this level is really not to be underestimated. It seems that the victory and defeat have been divided, and the tolls may not be collected." An old man in gray robes sitting on the ground in the southwest corner of the teleportation circle said lightly.

"I don't think so." Opposite him, a man covered in a black robe and wearing a grimace mask responded in a low voice.

"Oh?"

The old man seemed quite afraid of the grimacing man, and asked, "Why did you say that, Qing Gui!"

"Just look at it." The grimacing man called Qinggui didn't want to say more, and continued to look at the field after replying.

At this time, Yang Xiaotian's saber had already slashed down, and the cold light suddenly shot up, like blood-stained spears.

Faced with this menacing move, the corners of Zhao Tai's mouth curled up slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

The military's knife-dragging technique is the most common and the most difficult martial art to practice.

In his previous life, he had met a young general in the army, and had fought with that man a few times, winning and losing by two points.

That young general also used the knife-dragging technique, which was several times better than Yang Xiaotian's, so it could be said to be impeccable.

He has seen the best, but in Zhao Tai's eyes, there are many more flaws in the face of the inferior knife dragging technique.

One of the deadliest points is the underarms.

Yang Xiaotian's knife is more than seven feet long, and it takes a lot of time to drag the knife up and then cut it down. Although he shortened this time to a certain extent, there are still loopholes.

With a flash in Zhao Tai's eyes, he raised his palm and patted him.

At the same time, Fengyang ghosts and gods are beyond Yin.

In an instant, Zhao Tai's speed increased sharply.

Yang Xiaotian only felt a blur before his eyes, and a domineering force of palm hit him under the armpit.

boom,
He flew upside down and fell heavily to the ground, spitting out blood.

"The white crane palm and the six sun dragon seal, it seems that the old man has misjudged his eyes." The old man sitting in the southwest corner of the teleportation circle whispered to himself, with a hint of surprise in his tone, but his face was full of heat.

"I advise you to put away those careless thoughts that you shouldn't have. This one is the up-and-comer who has risen to fame nowadays, the youngest elder of the Nandou Sword Sect, and Zhao Tai who has mastered the true formula of the divine sword and thunder." Qing Gui's face The grimace mask on the face was extremely awe-inspiring, throwing cold water on the old man on the opposite side.

"I see."

The old man let out a long sigh, and forcibly suppressed the throbbing emotion in his heart.

The Excalibur Yulei Zhenjue is the top swordjue of Nandou Jianzong, and few people can master it and melt it through.

However, a young man of the younger generation mastered it in less than a month, and even used this sword art to kill four powerful blood sons of the Blood King Sect.

It is not impossible for Nandou Sword Sect to train such a talented junior as his successor.

Everyone knows how serious the consequences of killing Zhao Tai are.

The older a person is, the more he is afraid of death, and he has passed the age of impulsiveness.

Only the one who survives to the end is the winner. Unfortunately, many martial artists don't understand this truth.

Therefore, those martial artists who didn't understand were all dead.

Just like Yang Xiaotian.

Yang Xiaotian was knocked to the ground by a palm, and immediately realized who Zhao Tai was.

Just now he just thought that Zhao Tai was just a young elder with some background, but he didn't expect that he would be the one on the Billboard.

That damned Ji Yun didn't say anything!
"I was hurt badly by him."

Yang Xiaotian groaned secretly, struggled to get up quickly, and looked at Lin Feng, the future son-in-law of the Feihong Sect, as if asking for help.

Now the deal is done, if Zhao Tai is not killed, he will surely die.

Now only the identity of the uncle of Feihong Zong is useful, presumably Zhao Tai will definitely let him go because of Feihong Zongyong's unrepentant face.

Even the general in the army and a martial artist from the outer world were easily defeated. At this moment, Lin Feng's heart was as bitter as if he had eaten shit.

Why did he provoke such a monster.

If Liu Feier dies, he will die.

As long as he hides in Feihongzong in time, even if the Liu family invites the killer from "Hell", so what, what can they do with him?

At that time, Lin Feng would be the son-in-law of the Feihong Sect. He would be a man of distinction in the Jianghu, and he would reach a height that no martial artist could reach in his lifetime. Why should he care about a woman who is used as a temporary fortress?
If the Liu family is looking for trouble, it should be looking for Zhao Tai.

It's a pity that Lin Feng understood it too late, and he couldn't help but feel regretful in his heart.

Seeing Yang Xiaotian looking at him at this time, he quickly turned his head away as if he didn't see it.

"Coward."

Yang Xiaotian cursed secretly in his heart, this Lin Feng actually wanted to cross the river and demolish the bridge, how could he bear it?

Almost exhausting all his strength, he roared: "Lin Feng, Young Master Lin, didn't you say you wanted to take his head? What are you afraid of? With Miss Feihong Zong Yongbing supporting you, there is nothing to be afraid of."

As soon as the voice fell, there was an uproar all around.

Speaking of Lin Feng, they may not have much impression, but Yong Bing of Feihong Sect is like a thunderbolt.

"Oh, I remembered. Isn't Lin Feng the one that was uploaded in Jiang Hu some time ago? The lover of Miss Yong, the future son-in-law of Feihong Sect!" Someone exclaimed and recognized Lin Feng.

"I'm afraid I made a mistake. Just now I saw that he was very close to the woman who died on the ground. They hooked their shoulders and hugged each other. They obviously had legs." A martial artist who was following Lin Feng and Liu Fei'er said. .

"You know what a fart, where is the fragrance of wild flowers in the family flowers, Mr. Lin came out to steal fish." Another person replied.

The crowd seemed to explode. Compared with Lin Feng's identity, they liked seeing Lin Feng's affairs more.

Hearing the discussions around him, Lin Feng shouted that something was wrong, and his face became extremely pale.

If Yong Bing heard about this matter, then everything would be over.

(End of this chapter)