Chapter 110 Sword Saint

Lin Feng, who didn't know how to walk home, naturally didn't know that Lin Menger quietly hid behind him. Naturally, he didn't know the sad words at the corners of Lin Menger's mouth: "Ha ha, stupid wind, you can't find me when you were a child, and it's still the same now." Naturally, I don't know Lin Menger's sad and desperate love song.

The meridians in the body have not been healed, and coupled with the irritability, Lin Feng naturally avoided today's routine exercise. Sitting cross-legged ** quietly running [Forging God] to restore the consumed consciousness, but he couldn't calm down.

The countless forest winds engraved on the trunk of the trees, the sadness when Lin Menger engraved these words and other scenes quickly turned in his mind, which made him not only irritable, but also blocked his heart.

Damn three thousand emotions also slowly swam in his body. They swam curiously to touch this and that, as if they are studying their current sojourn bodies so that they can be familiar with certain actions in the future.

"Grass!" Lin Feng, who had managed to recover most of his consciousness, was almost broken by the mixed thoughts and wandering feelings. He sat up angrily from ** and walked to Grandpa's valley for today's lack of exercise.

Well, fatigue decompression method, it seems that our poor Lin Feng is really nothing to do.

Until he was exhausted, Lin Feng reached out to wipe off the dripping sweat, but his heart became more and more depressed, and he almost cried. Originally, he was going to use a lot of exercise to exhaust his body to eliminate the nonsense in his mind, but his body was tired to death, but his head became clearer and clearer, and Lin Menger's smile became more and more clear and charming.

"Ah, ah..." Lin Feng is really going to collapse. Can you let him die for the time being?

I got up from the ground depressed and felt the ubiquitous soreness and numbness all over my body. Lin Feng fiercely compared his middle finger at the bright moon. Damn, why don't you have a lightning and thunder?

Looking at the mountain of elixirs in the world of broken sword marks and the alchemy materials that were almost exhausted, he simply couldn't sleep, but Lin Feng rushed to the vast town overnight. Anyway, there will be no game tomorrow.

Feeling the terrible meridians in his body, Lin Feng took Xiaobai and Xiaohui with him.

The moonlight is bright and the night is as cold as water. It is already late October, which also means that it is late autumn and the sky is getting colder and colder.

Teasing the two little guys all the way and watching them fight happily, Lin Feng's irritability also decreased a lot.

When I arrived at the vast town, the moon had risen to the middle of the sky, and the whole town also fell into a deep sleep.

Standing on the quiet road, Lin Feng felt very lonely and had the loneliness of three people.

He was stupid for a while, and it was not until the stray dog on the street barked at him impatiently that Lin Feng touched his nose depressedly and entered the center of the town to enter the trading system.

handed all the unnecessary elixir to the Sanskrit, and Lin Feng slowly answered various questions from Nanyue. I looked through it casually, and then I really found an unsigned letter.

Touching his chin and thinking about it, Lin Feng replied with an email: "West Three to North Four."

Lin Feng smiled and stood up, exited the trading system and walked to the place where he met Yin.

Standing still in the place where he hid before, Lin Feng smiled and looked at the tree on his right hand.

After several circles around the tree, Lin Feng squatted down and slowly picked it out at the root of the tree. After piling up a fist-high soil beside Lin Feng, he took out a small note with a wry smile.

After patting off the soil above, Lin Feng opened it in the moonlight.

Well, although his sword is no longer, his body can still be seen clearly under the previous continuous transformation.

"The sages of Yiren come from the patriarchs when they read seven times."

"Seven saints from the gale clan?" Lin Feng's face changed greatly.

"Seven Saints? Seven sword saints? What does the wind clan want to do? Thinking of the fire swordsman killed by his grandfather, Lin Feng's heart became more and more bad, "So, the swordsman sent by other families in Tianxing City will not be less than seven people?"

"Their purpose..." Lin Feng's feeling in his heart became more and more bad: "Grandpa had repelled the fire clan chief, and then the fire clan swordsman came. Grandpa killed the fire clan swordsman, and the wind clan sent seven swordsmen!"

"If you say that it doesn't matter, the ghost will believe it!" Lin Feng shook his lips, burned the note quickly, and walked home quickly. There were many horrible scenes of swordsman in his mind. Lin Feng found that he was about to collapse.

"Please, I'm just a scum who doesn't even have Jianyuan now. You don't need to make such a big fanfare, do you?" Combined with the story told by Grandpa Lin Xiaochen, Lin Feng has vaguely felt that these people are probably coming for himself.

"No..." Thinking of his grandfather, Lin Feng suddenly thought of Lin Xiaochen's feat of bloody Star City. He can now be sure that those people came either against him or for Lin Xiaochen.

"I have to tell Grandpa the news quickly." Lin Feng rushed to his home quickly.

When he got home and heard his grandfather's strong cry, Lin Feng touched his nose depressedly. Well, it should not be too late to talk about it tomorrow.

Those guys shouldn't do it so soon. Thinking about it, Lin Feng slowly fell asleep.

"Dong..." Lin Feng, who was still confused, opened his eyes blankly and looked at the top of his head. Looking out of the window, the sun has quietly hung on the edge of the sky, emitting soft sunlight.

"Who is it?" Lin Feng got up slightly, especially when he was woken up by others, and he shouted impatiently.

I didn't answer for a long time. Lin Feng felt that the environment around him was a little strange.

After getting dressed and walking out of the room, Lin Feng looked up at his majestic grandfather Lin Xiaochen standing on the roof doubtfully. Just as he was about to tease, he found that his grandfather's face was very solemn. I don't know when he actually held a long sword in his hand.

"What's wrong?" Thinking of the news received last night, Lin Feng had a very bad feeling.

"Grandpa, do you know that many sword saints in Tianxing City have come to the vast town?" Lin Feng said hurriedly.

"I know." Lin Xiaochen saw Lin Feng standing outside the door and said with a smile.

"Well, how do you know?" Lin Feng was a little depressed: "Grandpa is well-in-in-be!"

"Nonsense, they have made dumplings for us. Don't you know that we won't be laughed to death?" Lin Xiaochen stared at Lin Feng. Just as he wanted to drive him home, he suddenly thought that there was a very powerful prohibition here. Moreover, the battle at this level was of great benefit to his future, so he stopped talking.

"Well, how many?" Lin Feng asked carefully, "How much?"

"Not much." Lin Xiaochen's right hand gently raised and clicked dozens of times in the void. With the movement of his fingers, there were waves in the air corresponding to it in the distance, and a personal face appeared with the ripples. After finishing the click, Lin Xiaochen looked at Lin Feng with a smile on his face: "No more, just dozens, just half of the swordsman of Tianxing City."

"Half of the swordsman of Tianxing City..." Hearing this sentence, Lin Feng's first reaction was to escape, and the second reaction was to greet his grandfather to escape with his mother's own little white gray lily.

"Grandpa, can you handle it?" Lin Feng looked at Lin Xiaochen, who didn't care about his smile, and felt that his calves were twitching and jumping. He turned his palm back and forth several times. Lin Feng whispered, "That's dozens of swordsman!"

"Hey, isn't it just dozens of swordsmen?" Lin Xiaochen didn't care at all: "It's a small matter."

"..." Lin Feng didn't know what to say.

"Come out." Lin Xiaochen laughed loudly: "It's all Jiansheng Xiu who hides his head and tail like those unindustrable rats, and is not afraid of other people's jokes, and lost the reputation of Jiansheng with white humiliation."

The surroundings were quiet and there was no sound. If Lin Feng hadn't seen those people under Lin Xiaochen's guidance, he would not have believed that there were so many people hidden here.

"Mother..." Suddenly thought of his mother's surname. Lin Feng couldn't help rushing back to his parents' room, but saw his mother lying beside his father breathing soundly and sleeping soundly.

"That's good." Knowing that there must be someone from the weak aquarium this time, Lin Feng was very unhappy.

For no reason, he remembered that the water was clear and shallow. He reached out and gently touched the red line on his wrist. Lin Feng became more and more helpless.

When I walked to the door, I happened to hear a soft hum from Grandpa Lin Xiaochen.

There was an inexplicable vibration in the air, and then dozens of people fell out of the empty air.

"What a domineering and powerful!" Lin Feng's eyes were about to jump out and looked at his heroic grandfather with a shocked face.

The expressions of those people were also shocked. They looked at each other a few times and then quickly got up from the ground.

"Hey, it's still you old guys!" Lin Xiaochen looked disdainful: "In those years, his men gave you a way to live. I didn't expect that 20 years later, you old shamelessly popped out again. Hey, don't you have many new faces?"

Those swordsmen are bitter in their hearts, and their skills are not as good as those who can be blamed! Twenty years ago, the scene of blood flowing into rivers and cutting them like cutting melons and vegetables has always been a lingering nightmare in their hearts. At this time, I heard that they were going to deal with Lin Xiaochen, thinking that the old man was old and wanted to take the opportunity to get justice back. They were severely humiliated again.

"The elegant demeanor of the predecessors is still the same, and the force has not been reduced. Of course, it is still as domineering. I admire it!" A gale guy stood up and said bitterly.

"Hey, to your blessing, you don't die, old man, how can I be willing to close my eyes! Naturally, it will be nourished and happy. Lin Xiaochen laughed and said, "But from this point of view, your so-called rich families in Tianxing City are just in vain. After so many years, they are still the remaining sword saints who have been cut by me!"

"If it hadn't been for your cruelty and killing all our young elites, how could you be so arrogant and stand and speak without pain now?" A man from a weak aquarium was very angry, and his favorite son was one of the victims that time.

"Oh, are you angry?" Lin Xiaochen's face changed: "Only state officials are allowed to set fire, and the people are not allowed to light lamps. Why were you so righteous when you plotted my son like a sea? I'm just treating them in their own way. How can you be so impoen? In this case, why don't you die?"

"You?!" The sword saint of the weak aquarium is very poor. He stared angrily at Lin Xiaochen, who kept smiling, and suddenly shouted loudly, "I know that this old man's skills will definitely be reduced. Otherwise, how could he be willing to stand and argue with us when we send him to our door? With his character, he has already killed us! Don't be scared and deceived by this old guy. Hurry up! As long as we flock up, he will die soon!"

As soon as the sword saint's voice fell, a wisp of bright red line appeared on his neck. The extremely thin red line continued to spread. Soon across his whole neck, his head fell down. Then, a wave of blood gushed out of his broken head and sprayed a few feet high before spraying. Sprinkle and fall.

Several people standing beside him looked stupidly at the blood sprayed on their bodies until the head fell to the ground with a thumping sound and jumped away with a roar.

They were unfortunate, because they watched their brothers drop their heads in front of them and get their brother's hot and bloody blood. They were lucky, because the fall of this head shocked them and fled, thus avoiding another round of bloody killing of Tianxing City Jiansheng and thus saving their lives.

Lin Xiaochen jumped off the roof when a wisp of red line appeared on the neck of the weak aquatic sword saint, and his body shuttled quickly among the many star city sword saints, drawing one beautiful and cruel blood line after another.

When the unlucky swordsman's head fell to the ground, he had drawn more than a dozen red lines. And those sword masters from Star City finally reacted and fought back one after another.

Lin Xiaochen sighed and knew that the best time to attack had passed.

Then he stopped and looked at the people around him with a cruel smile on his face.

The long sword stretched forward, and the man in front of him had already penetrated his throat fiercely when he was in a hurry to resist. He did not pull it out. With the shocking expression of the sword saint on the sword, Lin Xiaochen rushed forward fiercely.

Due to the huge impact, the swordsman's neck suddenly burst, and Lin Xiaochen hit his standing body fiercely. While pretending his body to be meat and mud, the long sword fiercely stabbed into the throat of the man standing behind the dead sword saint.

In this way, when he stabbed another sword saint into flesh and blood, Lin Xiaochen stopped and changed from extreme movement to extreme silence. What he was used to doing was extremely natural. Then he cut his long sword and fiercely towards the one on his right with flesh and blood. The sword saint cut it away.

The sword saint's hasty vertical sword resisted, but he didn't even win a moment for himself. Lin Xiaochen's long sword cut off his sword with hatred and cut off his head. With inertia, three long swords were cut off fiercely, and three people were cut off big heads full of horror and eager to hide.

And the long sword that was shredded by him also flew away and fiercely pierced the bodies of the dense swordsmen around him.

Although they are sword saints and their bodies are harder than steel, the long swords broken by Lin Xiaochen still pierced their bodies fiercely, leaving shocking wounds one by one.

The sword saint, who has been admired by thousands of people under the prestige of Tianxing City, is here. Under Lin Xiaochen's sword, he is like an irresistible kitten and puppy. Don't lose his big head and beautiful life in one move.

"It has been said that your patriarch should not take the sword saint as a strong man." The sword that had killed nearly 20 sword saints dripped the blood of the sword saints and hung quietly beside him. Lin Xiaochen looked at the frightened sword masters and sighed, "It's a pity that they didn't listen. Hey..."

"However, since they don't feel sorry for you, they don't treat you as strong." Lin Xiaochen's long sword was raised, and he smiled at the people around him with white teeth and said with a smile, "Then I'm not polite. What does that sentence say? It's hard to be kind. You really can't live up to the kindness of your patriarch!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword suddenly moved. This sword move was no longer simple, and then the beautiful and complicated flowers in the world were like the most beautiful but deadly flowers. Countless flowers spewed out of his sword, and then those beautiful and fascinating flowers rotated and flew to the surrounding swordsman.

Flying, the petals of these beautiful flowers suddenly separated from the sizzling sound of flowers in the air and quickly and viciously stabbed at those shocking swordsmen.

"Puff..."

Countless wounds quickly emerged from the innermost sword saint surrounding Lin Xiaochen. Their bodies gushed blood rapidly. Under the relentless pursuit of countless petals, their hearts were pierced, or their throats were pierced, or their whole bodies suddenly turned into flesh and flew in the air, and then they all died.

The petals still continue to fly, drawing mysterious, beautiful but deadly tracks. They are like beautiful elves. After finding their favorite objects, they fiercely integrate themselves into them, and then die with them.

This is a very shocking and bloody picture.

In the long autumn wind, under the endless falling wood, an old man's long sword turned into a beautiful flower. Countless beautiful flowers sprayed out of the largest and most beautiful flower, and then turned into thinner, smaller and more sinister petals one after another, swinging out indiscriminately around, bringing out a gorgeous flower from time to time. Blood flower or a brilliant human body rain.

Occasionally, the big tree wiped by the small petals made a painful moan, and then the whole tall tree fell down reluctantly, bringing dust and yellow leaves all over the ground.

Those aroused yellow leaves and dust roared into the brilliant world of petal rain, and the leaves that were divided and shredded into smaller leaves moved quickly with the rain of flowers all over the sky, bringing out a little beautiful blood flowers.

For a long time, the flowers and rain fell, the autumn wind stopped, and the whole world was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Countless pieces of meat spread on the ground one after another, and there are countless unknown white bones, flesh and flesh in the middle. Occasionally, a few complete arms and heads are relatively intact. And the guys who were previously beheaded by Lin Xiaochen's sword should be secretly glad that although they did not have a whole body, at least their bodies are relatively complete. Well, at least they can be distinguished between arms and arms, lungs and liver.

Only a dozen swordsmen struggled to cover the biggest wound on their bodies. They looked at the weak but horrible figure standing in the middle of the scene with resentment but fear. Looking at the bloody and cruel picture in front of him again as it was more than 20 years ago, I couldn't help feeling the great coolness while regretting it.

"Is this guy still not a human? Why doesn't he get old? Survivors looked at each other and were very desperate. They hated the fierce head of the Lieyan clan who falsely reported the military situation to the extreme.

"Bang..." A crisp voice is very harsh in this silent bloody battlefield.

A dozen sword saints were stunned and stared at the long sword with only the hilt in Lin Xiaochen's hand, with a happy expression on their faces. When they saw Lin Xiaochen's trembling hands, they were more and more surprised.

"Haha..." The only sword saint in the weak aquarium had a resentful face. He stared at Lin Xiaochen fiercely: "I really thought your sword was not old, and it was still as majestic as it was more than 20 years ago. Now I'm finally sure that you are still old after all. As I said, no matter how powerful a person is, he can't resist the invasion of the years, even if you are a monster of the Lin family!"

"Hmm!" After losing the hilt of the sword in his hand, Lin Xiaochen hummed, "It's more than enough to kill you. If you don't believe it, try it."

"You!" The only sword saint left in the weak aquarium subconsciously took a step back. Of course, he knew that Lin Xiaochen's words were true.

"Without the sword, Jianyuan is almost consumed. I'll see how long you can still talk hard!"

"Who said he didn't have a sword?" A childish voice suddenly sounded, and then everyone felt another momentum not weaker than Kensei. But because Lin Xiaochen stood in it, none of them dared to turn around and give their backs to a horrible swordsman, only waiting nervously.

A sound broke through the air, and then the only remaining weak aquarium sword saint was cut off his neck by a dark broken sword. The broken sword crossed the circle of the sword saints with the blood of the weak aquarium and quickly shot at Lin Xiaochen.

Lin Xiaochen laughed, reached out to take the broken sword like lightning, and then an unprecedented torrential weather emanated from his body.

"Magic Sword?!" The sword masters, who had been frightened for a long time, saw the magic sword that they dreamed of waking up without any hesitation and turned their heads and fled.

"Haha, little bastards, don't learn from rabbits and turtles shrink. Don't you want your grandfather and my life? Come on, let's fight another 300 rounds!" Lin Xiaochen said in an air.