Chapter 27 Compassion and Bitterness

The eagle flies thousands of feet, relying on the false wind.

Lin Feng withdrew his eyes, looked at the abyss thousands of feet deep in front of him, and looked at the invisible shore in the distance, and suddenly smiled in his eyes.

"Is it the insurmountable abyss?" Lin Feng smiled slightly, and then he raised his feet, stretched out his legs and walked.

In front is a bottomless abyss, with clouds constantly hovering up, which is even more profound and dangerous.

But Lin Feng stepped out with such a smile and walked forward leisurely.

Predictably, he will definitely step into the air, fall into this boundless abyss and smash his bones.

However, there was no scream, no sound of landing, no sound of the clothes rubbing the air, and no sound of animals chewing the human body. There is no sound.

Lin Feng's footsteps fell, and a clear yellow path appeared again, appearing out of thin air on the abyss of a few depths, and then slowly extended with Lin Feng's footsteps to the other side of nothingness.

The clouds kept surging up and rolling. On the path, Lin Feng's feet were ups and downs. If he didn't look carefully, he walked like the wind.

The originally wide and geometric abyss has been completed in a few steps.

Lin Feng stood quietly on the other side, looking at the seemingly insurmountable abyss, with a smile on the corners of his mouth. Some enlightenment has also emerged in my mind. This is not the same as when I looked up at the swordsman at the peak of the swordsman. It seems extremely difficult, but I have passed it in just a few steps. There is no shatteredness, only merit is perfect.

Everything on the road to practice is not like this. If you are blindly afraid and hesitant, there will be no great success in the end. Only by abandoning all cowardice can we overcome the dangers one by one and finally stand at the peak.

Unconsciously, Lin Feng's determination on the road to practice was more tenacious and unshakable.

"What a great opportunity!" Lin Feng said with some emotion. If it hadn't been for the abyss that made him walk firmly, he would have hesitated and hesitated in his future practice.

This short path strengthened his heart of practice and strengthened his intention to practice, making him not hesitate to take many detours. What else will be taught to him on the continuous road behind him? He couldn't help looking forward to it.

Walking again, the road ahead was even more elusive, and it was slowly misty.

The fog spread uncontrollably, and a thick fog continued to drift away. Soon, Lin Feng could no longer see the way forward and could not see everything around him.

Lin Feng couldn't help frowning. He reached out and touched his surroundings, but the wet fog.

The road is still spreading under his feet, and the fog is still gathering and surging, making him almost unable to breathe.

Suddenly, a long sword quickly stabbed him, causing a large area of fog to roll. The white sword hidden in the thick fog can't be seen. I don't know where it is hidden.

Lin Feng closed his eyes. In this fog where he could see nothing, his ears were more honest and reliable than his eyes.

With a soft sound, Lin Feng's wrist moved but did not stab anything. He just felt that something was faintly flowing out of his arm. He reached out and touched it, but his hand was dazzlingly red.

Smell the faint blood in the air, and Lin Feng frowned. Originally, it was slower than the unknown assassin, but now there is a wound on the body, which is more like a beacon in the thick fog. It is a target alive!

Holding the golden sword in the handshake, Lin Feng's heart had a trace of stability, but his eyebrows were still wrinkled. What should he do?

"Wang..." Another soft sound, Lin Feng waved his sword but it was still too late to block, and he was killed by another sword on his thigh.

"Damn!" Lin Feng cursed in a low voice, and his spirit was more focused.

Slowly stimulated a trace of sword spirit, the sword spirit sounded gently, and the golden sword slowly trembled, making a continuous humming sound. Lin Feng's whole mind slowly immersed in this trace of sword and gradually integrated with the surrounding environment.

"I found you!" Lin Feng couldn't help smiling at the corners of his mouth. He waved his right hand gently, and his golden sword jumped suddenly and pricked into a vast fog.

"Dingdang..." After a series of dense sounds, Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, swept his body, and rushed to the place where the sound of engagement was made.

"Where to escape!" Lin Feng's body was galloping, and the golden sword quickly stabbed a few times, and then stopped.

"Is it you?!" Lin Feng looked at the man standing quietly under his sword in surprise and shouted.

"Hmm!" The man's face showed all kinds of expressions such as disgust, hatred, resentment, hatred, and his eyes were full of madness and violence.

"How could it be you?" Lin Feng was shocked and the golden sword had a slight deviation.

"Damn it!" The man's figure retreated and soon disappeared into the vast white fog that could not be seen.

"Lin Jian?" Lin Feng looked at the white fog in the distance in a stunned way and was very puzzled: "How come?"

Suddenly, his heart jumped, and Lin Feng's body was short. He retreated a few steps and rolled a few times before he could avoid the sneak attack. Even so, half of his hair has been cut off, and now it is swinging down one after another.

"Why? As for it?" Lin Feng waved his sword to block it, and his heart was very uncomfortable.

"Because you deserve to die!" The voice became more and more tyrannical, and the sword moves were even more tricky and fierce.

"We are a family!" Lin Feng was still puzzled and didn't understand why he had to put himself to death.

"No reason, you deserve to die. Ten thousand deaths can't solve my hatred. Lin Jian's resentful voice came coldly from the thick white fog.

The golden sword slowly moved, but it has locked Lin Jian's position. Lin Feng's hand suddenly moved, and the golden sword had fixed its finger in Lin Jian's heart.

Looking at Lin Jian's still very resentful and hateful look, Lin Feng suddenly felt a little tired: "Go, don't come over again."

The golden sword slowly withdrew, and Lin Feng looked more lonely and helpless.

Lin Jian's expression moved, and his sword stabbed fiercely at Lin Feng's throat.

"Alas..." Lin Feng sighed secluded, and his body turned, and the golden sword had pierced Lin Jian's heart. Because it was a broken sword, the little sword made a series of squeaky and unpleasant sounds when it pierced Lin Jian's chest, which became more and more shocking in this quiet space.

"Cluck..." Lin Jian's throat made an intermittent sound, which couldn't help but make people feel creepy.

However, he still looked at Lin Feng with a resentful look and coldly with his eyes wide open. Suddenly, he laughed wildly, allowing a big mouthful of blood to pour out of his throat, but laughing crazily and laughing wildly.

"You..." Lin Feng looked at the crazy Lin Jian with a complicated look, and his heart was extremely bitter. With a long sigh, he reached out and pulled out the golden dagger, looked at the blood that was still dripping on it, and at the hot blood gushing from Lin Jian's chest. He bit his lower lip fiercely and turned around and left.

"Do you really need...?" Lin Feng squeezed his lips tightly and looked around blankly.

"Ah..." He couldn't help roaring at the sky. He waved his golden sword and fell fiercely around.

For a long time, the anger in my heart finally dissipated. He looked fixedly at the golden sword in his hand.

Pull your sword, look around, and be at a loss.

I was at a loss when I drew my sword.

He walked a little lonely on this headless path and felt depressed.

Suddenly, a sword light flashed and stabbed him fiercely.

Lin Feng silently took out his sword to resist. After dozens of moves, there was a shocking wound on his arm.

"Ah!" Lin Feng shouted silently, then closed his eyes, turned around, and took out his sword.

The sword pierced into a warm body, and a warm ** flowed from the sword body to the hilt, from the hilt to Lin Feng's hand, and then slowly flowed to his arm and into his heart.

"Do you need this?" Lin Feng couldn't help muttering again, and his face was a little pale.

It was another silent sword, stabbing Lin Feng's head fiercely.

Lin Feng drew his sword, roared, and then stabbed it fiercely.

It's still a warm body, those warm **, or those pungent fishy and blood-red colors.

Lin Feng continued to walk without looking back, holding the golden sword mechanically. Bright red flowers quietly bloomed on his golden sword, in the palm of his hand, on his shoulders, in his mind, and in his heart.

The footsteps began to stagger a little, and Lin Feng seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

But when another sword light hit, the golden sword pierced another warm body like a poisonous snake.

"Oh..." Lin Feng finally stopped. He quietly looked at the bright flowers in his sword, his heart, his cracked lips, and smiled gently with his hoarse throat.

"I understand." He smiled helplessly. But the confusion and pain has disappeared in my eyes. Suddenly, all the previous breaths on his body disappeared, and a cold and deterrent breath rose to the sky.

"If you don't want to die, you have to kill!" He said softly, touched the bloody golden sword, and said helplessly, "This is the truth of the world!"

A silent sword hit again.

Lin Feng smiled slightly, like the shy little boy next door, and then he opened his eyes and poked into a warm body with his right hand without hesitation.

neatly pulled out the golden sword and smiled and watched the slightly red ** flow out happily from the wound. Lin Feng reached out and touched the golden sword full of blood. Regardless of the still warm blood on it, he gently said, "Well, you go to hell."

"What a gorgeous and bright flower!" He looked at the shape of blood dripping on the ground and sighed slightly.