Full-time Swordsman

Facing Nangong Wu's inquiry, Leng Feiyan looked calm.

"There is no mission. I came here just because I was too bored in the sect. I came out to relax and take a look at the performance of the sect disciples."

"I see." Nangong Wu suddenly realized, and said a little embarrassedly: "Master, Tianhan this kid..."

"I already know." Leng Feiyan said softly, her tone was calm, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"Chu Tianhan has a demon in his heart, and he needs to deal with it himself. His master can't help him with this. If he can't get rid of the demon, his future prospects will be worrying."

After Leng Feiyan finished his evaluation, he said: "But he lost to Luo Muxian this time and lost the face of the Sword Sect. He must be punished. After returning to the sect, he will be fined for one year, and he will be temporarily dismissed from the position of the deacon of the Punishment Hall. He will go to the Sword Dao Pavilion for seclusion and reflection. He cannot come out of seclusion until he gets rid of the demon in his heart."

"Follow the master's order!" Nangong Wu hurriedly clasped his fists.

All the disciples couldn't help but mourn for Chu Tianhan in their hearts for a second.

This punishment was too cruel. His position in the sect was reduced, his salary was fined for one year, and he had to reflect on his mistakes in seclusion.

However, the Sword Sect has always rewarded meritorious deeds and punished mistakes.

Chu Tianhan lost to a demon disciple like Luo Muxian who was much weaker than him in front of all the cultivators in the world, which made the Sword Sect lose face. It is indeed not easy to forgive.

He deserved such a punishment.

Nangong Wu was afraid that Leng Feiyan would transfer her anger to him, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "It's just right that the Sect Master is here. I'm afraid you will need to take action against Lin Jichen in a while. This Situ Zhao obviously wants to kill him."

Leng Feiyan said calmly, "Are you so sure that my disciple will lose?"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone, and Nangong Wu shrank his neck in fear, saying bitterly, "Sect Master, although Lin Jichen is extremely talented, he will definitely surpass Chu Tianhan if he is trained well in the future, but he has only been in the sect for a short time, so..."

"As an elder of the sect and the leader of all the participating disciples, you said such words, which undermined the morale of the disciples. I will fine you half a year's salary, and you will not be needed to lead the next Ascension Conference." Leng Feiyan said calmly.

Nangong Wu's face turned pale, and he could only smile bitterly and said, "I obey the order of the headmaster."

At this time, Nangong Yue quietly stepped forward and asked weakly, "Headmaster... Do you think my junior brother can beat Situ Zhao..."

Leng Feiyan glanced at her unexpectedly.

Nangong Yue felt a chill on her back. She remembered that Leng Feiyan had always been very good to her. Although she was not a disciple, she treated her as half a disciple.

She was the only one in Jiangong Mountain who could occasionally go there to play since she was a child, and even get some guidance from Leng Feiyan.

If it weren't for the great elder Nangong Yuan who said that he would personally train his granddaughter, Leng Feiyan would probably accept her as a disciple.

Even so, Nangong Yue and Leng Feiyan actually had a good relationship.

Leng Feiyan had always been very tolerant and caring towards her.

That's why she dared to ask questions.

But now, why does it seem that the headmaster has changed? When his beautiful eyes stare at her, it seems as if he is looking at an enemy? His attitude is also not as good as before.

What's going on?

Nangong Yue's mind went blank, and her face turned pale.

Did she do something wrong? But she thought about it and it seemed that she did nothing wrong.

Fortunately, Leng Feiyan stared at her for a second, then retracted her gaze and spoke coldly.

"Situ Zhao is just a personal cultivator, but he relies too much on physical strength and external things. His own strength is not strong, and his fighting faith and experience are far inferior to Chen'er. If Chen'er can grasp these two points, he may be able to turn defeat into victory."

Nangong Yue nodded woodenly, and just wanted to be happy, but suddenly thought that Leng Feiyan's address just now seemed a little wrong.

Chen'er? ? ?

Is this address a little too intimate?

Nangong Yue felt jealous, and secretly glanced at Leng Feiyan, and found that she was looking at her with a smile, and there was a hint of pride in her eyes.

That's right, it's pride! And it's the kind of pride that a little woman is jealous of!

Fortunately, Nangong Yue was young and had never experienced any jealousy, so she didn't understand.

But she was sure that the head was targeting her.

Oh my god! Nangong Yue felt that she must have hallucinated!

Today's head is so strange! Has he been possessed by someone?

On the ring, the battle continued.

Lin Jichen, who was knocked away, had a flash of light in his mind. He took out two pills and stuffed them into his mouth while flying backwards.

[Xuanpin·Bloodthirsty Pill]: Xuanpin top-grade pill, normal attack damage increased by +15%, and with 2% blood sucking effect, lasting 30 seconds, only one can be taken per hour.

[Earth-grade·Mist Rising Pill]: Earth-grade medium-level pill, within half an hour after taking it, strength +300, skill damage +20%, and during this period, skill cooldown time -10%.

There is no way, the hardware is even worse., can only rely on the pill to forcibly improve.

After taking the pill, Lin Jichen exudes a faint blood light.

Strength increases by 300 points, general attack damage increases by 15%, and skill damage increases by 20%.

Now, his attributes finally catch up with Situ Zhao.

Racing against time, Lin Jichen stopped retreating in the air.

Mana surged, the Qingming Sword made a sword chant, and countless sword shadows surrounded him.

One hand twisted the sword, and the other hand, a golden light "卍" Buddha seal appeared.

Two moves lit up at the same time!

"Blade Storm!"

"Rebirth Buddha Seal!"

At the same time, two spiritual skills bombarded Situ Zhao, Situ Zhao was trapped by the sword formation, and a huge Buddha seal on his head smashed down!

Boom!

Situ Zhao urged the dragon scale armor body to try to block the countless sword shadows and Buddha seal attacks again.

However, this time, it was not as he wished.

The damage of the sword shadow increased significantly, and the power of the Buddhist seal also became much stronger.

Situ Zhao was careless, and the two spiritual skills caused a lot of damage to him!

"-5600!"

"-1800! -1800! -1800..."

Puff!

Situ Zhao also vomited blood. In order to avoid the seemingly endless harassment of the sword shadow, he could only fly out of the sword formation.

There was an extra mark on his head, and his speed dropped by 40%!

Lin Jichen took advantage of the victory and directly cast the third spiritual skill!

"Unparalleled Sword Shadow!"

Six invisible flaws appeared on Situ Zhao's body out of thin air.

Lin Jichen flew over with a wind and thunder sword, and the Qingming sword slashed in the void!

A long wound was broken on Situ Zhao's shoulder blade!

"-17500!"

Although the unparalleled sword shadow is still far from perfection, it has been practiced to a great level by Lin Jichen.

Each flaw is increased from 5% of total health to 7%.

The higher the health, the stronger the single-target effect of Wushuang Sword Shadow.

This is the magic skill that Master taught him!

Lin Jichen couldn't help but miss Leng Feiyan again. Alas, if Master was here, he wouldn't have to fight so hard.

Situ Zhao was shocked by this sword, and he used his dragon scale armor to the fullest, and released various skills of the golden equipment on his body.

"Magic armor to defend against enemies!"

"Solid as a rock!"

"Golden light covers the body!"

These equipments are all defensive skills, which are also suitable for Situ Zhao, a physical cultivator.

But he never expected that Lin Jichen's Wushuang Sword Shadow ignored his equipment defense.

Another sword, cutting through the defense without any obstruction, leaving another deep wound on him!

"-17500!"

From here, it can be seen that Situ Zhao's combat experience is indeed not good, and he just wants to rely on the advantage of equipment.

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Three more~