Chapter 6 Men's Sword

Lin Feng hurriedly looked up, but saw a gray shadow falling from the sky and grabbing his throat fiercely. The claws were so fast that they tore the air and made a buzzing sound. The wind alone has added a few wounds to Lin Feng's face.

Lin Feng didn't even have time to draw his sword. With his almost instinctive intuition, he held the sword and felt that he seemed to hit a crazy bison that was running. His body rolled awkwardly a few times, and his mouth spit out blood desperately.

"Is this the power of the three monsters?" Lin Feng was stunned, pulled out his broken sword, wiped the blood gushing from the corners of his mouth, smiled bitterly and laughed at himself and was on guard.

The gray rabbit did not attack again, but Lin Feng felt a trace of murder lingering on his body. It's like an falcon hovering in the sky, and it is the rabbit that is stared at by sharp eagle eyes.

Fee that he seemed to be able to move freely, but Lin Feng shouted in his heart. He hurriedly looked at the place where the white wolf had been before, and now it was empty.

"Father!" Lin Feng was very anxious. Even if he was dull, he knew that his father was at the end of the crossbow when he saw his previous look, and he had already reached the point of drying up.

I hurriedly looked up and could only faintly see a white figure passing by the grass, leaving only a snow-white line. It looks so pleasing to the eyes, with a little bit of antelope hanging horns.

Lin Feng was so anxious that he looked at his father, who was still indifferent with his sword, and quickly rushed towards the white line.

The gray figure suddenly appeared again, and a violent and bloody air machine coldly locked the forest wind. At the same time, the claws of the gray figure soared, like a dark moon machete, coldly wiped to Lin Feng's neck.

Feel the gray rabbit, lingering in his heart, and constantly turning and growing bloody murderous intent, Lin Feng opened his mouth full of red blood and smiled brightly with his snow-white teeth. Extraordinarily strange and enchanting.

The gray rabbit looked at Lin Feng's inexplicable murderous intention. Somehow, there was a trace of badness and irritability in his heart that he didn't know what fear was. Therefore, its dark moon machete has soared a little, and it is even more cruel.

"Finally, can't you help sending it to your door?" Lin Feng's smile became brighter and brighter. He even turned his head to look at the cruel and even cruel dark moon knife and said softly, "Well, let's solve you, a guy who only knows how to escape first."

When the gray rabbit, which escaped from Lin Ruhai by relying on its own bounce and agility, looked at the childish smile on the young teenager's face in front of him, he finally realized something. It hurriedly collected the knife and escaped from a clean and neat reincarnation.

"Hmm!" With this slight cold hum, a slight murderous intention followed. This murderous intention is like the breeze in the valley at this moment, like the sunshine that shines from the sky almost every day, like the green green all over the field, which looks so insignificant, even as if it is nothing.

However, it was this inconspicuous murderous intention that made the gray rabbit's whole body cold, like falling into the abyss. It felt that its whole body was out of control and seemed to go back to the time when it was a poor rabbit decades ago. The heavy snow, fierce falcons, and dark poisonous snakes were forced to hide in an icy lake to avoid these brutal guys, and its whole body was cold and stiff.

Just as it was in a trance, the broken sword had kissed its neck, like the passionate kiss of a lover.

silent, painless, just like it was frozen and stupored in the lake. The only difference is that this time its head is separated from the body that has been living and retreating with it for decades.

Lin Feng no longer looked at the fierce and cold gray rabbit. He quickly followed the charming and dangerous white line.

The white line has jumped in front of Lin Ruhai. The strange thing is that the white lines are just moving quickly around the sword man, drawing a ball of beautiful lines, gradually forming a snow wall.

"What's going on?" Lin Feng gasped and looked at the beautiful snow wall. His heart was full of doubts, but he was temporarily relieved and tried his best to calm down his undulating breath. The blow just now consumed most of his swords and murderous intentions accumulated from the outer two layers to the present. At this moment, the fire dragon in his body, the gray gas is faintly out of control, and he wants to rebel and regain the advantage of Lin Feng's body on the battlefield.

Trying to control the battle between the three forces in his body, Lin Feng's throat was sweet, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood. The blood was strangely absorbed by the broken sword again. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a wry smile, but the connection between his heart and the broken sword became clearer. But his body is getting more and more dilapidated and weak.

Standing up, he looked at the bodies of monsters all over the ground, looked at the dark red solids that had dried up on the ground, and exhaled a long breath. With this gas, he reluctantly cleaned up the battlefield in his body and walked towards the white wolf and his father step by step. His eyes were firm and his steps were firm, but a gentle smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Step by step, he walked quietly.

The white wolf is still spinning, and his father is still standing like a mountain.

The corpses on the ground are getting more and more dilapidated, and the ground is becoming more and more pitted and difficult to walk, but the smell of blood on the ground is more and thinner. If you don't smell it carefully, you can hardly notice it. Lin Feng's momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

Step by step, he walked slowly.

The figure of the white wolf is still imperceptible, and his father is still struggling with his sword, like an old man, like a candle in the wind, which is about to fall and may fall at any time.

Lin Feng was getting closer and closer to them, and the huge murderous and bloody smell on his body seemed to have reached its peak, brutally tearing the air around him. It makes this quiet valley more and more silent.

Step by step, he staggered but still moved firmly.

He could already see the snow-white hair on the white wolf without any flaws, and he could also see the dry and scab wounds of deep bones scratched by unknown creatures under his father's rags clothes.

His ragged clothes were even blown by the hurricane caused by the continuous rotation of the white wolf. And he finally saw the bright [fire Ganoderma] in his father's hand, which seemed to be burning.

"So it is." Faintly seeing the crazy greed and unwillingness in the white wolf's eyes, Lin Feng struggled to pull open the corners of his dilapidated and dry mouth, and a smile appeared on his face full of blood wounds.

His footsteps slowed down unexpectedly, and the murderous intention and boundless blood on his body also converged at this moment. Just like he suddenly became a Buddha, realized that killing is sin, and turned back to the sea of suffering.

He still walked leisurely towards the white wolf, but there was no trace of murder. The footsteps are no longer solid and dignified, and there is a feeling of wind and light clouds.

The white wolf suddenly stopped, stopped without warning, and stared at Lin Feng, who was getting closer and closer.

Its fur trembles, its tail stands up like an iron rod, and its white hair is like a steel needle, and its roots stand upright. All the air machines of the four monsters were released and pressed fiercely towards the approaching forest wind.

Lin Feng didn't feel like he had heard of it. If he didn't realize it, the wind and clouds were light, and he continued to gently walk to the white wolf.

The white wolf turned his head and looked at Lin Ruhai, who stood on his sword but was about to collapse, and then looked at Lin Feng, who was weak and suddenly put away his hair standing all over his body and quietly stepped back a few steps.

Lin Feng looked at the white wolf and moved his fingers gently, but he still didn't make that shocking blow.

He quickly walked to Lin Ruhai and looked at his father's haggard face, snow-white fingers, and astringent eyes.

Lin Ruhai smiled gently at the corners of his mouth and reluctantly threw away his sword and staggered to stand up with his own strength. He gently hugged his son's thin body, rubbed his son's dirty hair, and smiled gently and comfortably.

"You shouldn't have come." Lin Ruhai said hoarsely, with a faint reproach and an inexplicable heartache and happiness.

Lin Feng didn't say anything, but hugged his father tightly and said gently but firmly, "Father, I will definitely come. I will not only come, but also take us home safely.

"Hey." Lin Ruhai looked up to the sky and laughed happily, but he grabbed his hoarse throat and couldn't help coughing gently. But he still insisted, "Yes, it's worthy of being the seed of Lin Ruhai. My wind has finally become a man."

Looking at Lin Feng with a still immature face, Lin Ruhai handed him the [Fire Lingzhi] in his hand and said gently, "Since we are going home, shall we get rid of this annoying guy first?" In this sentence, the wind is light and the clouds are light, and the stone is shocking.

Lin Ruhai gently broke away from Lin Feng's arms and stretched out his hand to pull out the long sword inserted in the ground. In an instant, a proud momentum erupted from his body, and Lin Ruhai, which was originally decadent like a candle in the wind, actually had a feeling of standing upright at this moment.

"This sword is called the sword of men." Lin Ruhai said softly, "Every father of the Lin family will teach his son this sword when he grows up. I actually wanted to teach you when you were 14 years old.

He looked affectionately at the sword in his hand: "But I firmly believe that at some point in the future, it is more suitable to teach you this sword. Now, I finally waited." He said gratified, proud and a little lonely.

This is an inheritance, a spirit, and the pride and faith of the Lin family.

Lin Feng looked at his father with tears in his eyes, similar to his father, but he did not dare to stop the sword. Even though he knew that issuing this sword would drain all the essence, qi and spirit on his father's body. My father will even be in danger because of this.

He looked at his increasingly magnificent father and the increasingly bright and irresistible sword. Knowing this moment, this world belongs to his father alone. A man's pride, a man's glory, a man's whole.

Lin Ruhai is really like the sea!

There was a trace of shock in the white wolf's eyes, and there was some deep but unmistakable fear. It originally wanted to make peace with the two enemies, but the one inside naturally would not have that terrible momentum when he saw the pillar, and it was likely to become directly unconscious and become a burden. As for the one outside, to be honest, it really hasn't been taken seriously.

But everything in front of him is completely beyond its expectation. There was no doubt that the sword man inside was in a state of failure, and it burst out of fear. It felt a crisis and a crisis of falling.

Looking at the thin man with a sword walking slowly step by step, the momentum on his body became more and more horrible. The white wolf greedily looked at the [Fire Lingzhi] in Lin Feng's hand at this time. He had a reluctant aftertaste for a long time, and then turned around and fled.

The white wolf is undoubtedly a smart monster, but the sword in Lin Ruhai's hand is faster. When the white wolf ran away and could draw a snow-white beautiful line in the air, Lin Ruhai's sword had turned into a light chasing the wind and fiercely split towards the beautiful line.

There is no escape, there is no resistance. This is the only idea that surged up in the white wolf's mind. It was horrified, looked at the dazzling white light getting closer and closer, and fled desperately to the side. There was no more arrogance and domineering before.

However, the white light seems to have installed a positioning system. No matter how it dodges, it firmly locks its body, like a shadow, like bone warts. The white wolf is a little faster and regrets coming here for the first time.

After Lin Ruhai split out the sword light, he stood there in a daze without any movement.

Lin Feng hurried over and looked at Lin Ruhai, who seemed to be asleep. His face was anxious, but he did not dare to move at all.

The corners of the white wolf's eyes pulled out an inexplicable madness. It suddenly stopped its crazy fleeing body, suddenly turned around and stood straight in place. A white, strong, slender and strong front leg gently raised it to meet the beautiful dazzling white light.

Unsurprisingly, the white light split down, effortlessly cut off the white wolf's front leg, and then bombarded on the ground, lifting a large area of mud and sand, and splitting a long fracture that was winding far away.

The white sword light finally disappeared, and Lin Ruhai's face, which was originally ruddy and looked like sleeping, suddenly showed an unhealthy red color, and then turned white. Then he murmured and sighed from the corners of his mouth and fell to the ground.

This sword consumed all his energy, and his barely standing body was finally squeezed clean and unsupportable after splitting the sword of this domineering man. At this time, he was so fragile that he couldn't even compare with a newborn baby.

Lin Feng stood next to Lin Ruhai, but even so, he could not catch his father who fell to the ground in time. His eyes stared at the winding crack, and he couldn't help but dry his tongue.

"Is this the full strength of a swordsman?" He yearns for it.

Looking at his father lying on the ground, he shook his head with a wry smile. Seeing the power of the sword, he thought that his father would not fall so easily. I never thought that my father would fall so casually or even at will.

Reaching out and touching his father's pulse, Lin Feng was suddenly stunned.