Chapter 123 Battle of Jianfeng 4
"Haven't you heard of it? Since getting a psychopath, my whole spirit has been much better. The old man looked contemptuous.
Lin Feng: "..."
After a long time, he said leisurely, "No wonder your old spirit is so normal, more normal than ordinary people."
"Does mental illness mean that his memory has not been lost?" Without waiting for the old man to lose his temper, Lin Feng hurriedly changed the topic.
"Hmm." The old man stared at him fiercely and said, "That's what it means, losing memory or not."
Listening to Lin Feng still had time and energy to chat with the old man to discuss his physical problems, Lin Jian became more and more angry, and the roaring flames of swords became more and more crazy, and soon left several wounds on Lin Feng.
"The old man has lost his memory now, so the Lin family should not participate in our Lin family's five-year big meeting, right?" Lin Feng looked at the increasingly crazy Lin Jian angrily and said in one breath.
"Yes, when he stood on this ring, he knew that he would always be before the end of the game. No matter what kind of change happened to him in the middle. The old man looked at Lin Feng with gloating and said, "You hide very deeply. But now that you can still talk while fighting, it means that you still have enough energy. Hey, play well. I'm optimistic about you!"
"..." Lin Feng was about to spit out a mouthful of old blood.
"Amnesia? "Crazy man?" With the sensation of divine consciousness, Lin Feng reluctantly survived in the hot sea of fire. Looking at Lin Jian's obvious swordsmanship speed of more than one level and his swordsmanship, Lin Feng was very frustrated and gave up the idea of ending him in swordsmanship.
Well, he has just come into contact with some instinctive swordsmanship, and Lin Jian has basically become a fierce beast using human instinct swordsmanship. Huhu, how can this make him live?
"Amnesia?" An inexplicable idea suddenly crossed Lin Feng's mind.
"Fantasy?" Lin Feng looked at Lin Jian, who obviously lost some of his human characteristics and became a more intelligent beast-like, and suddenly had a wonderful idea in his mind.
"Some desires of beasts can be infinitely amplified, and their control ability will be much weaker than that of humans. If he arranges a fantasy to magnify some of his desires infinitely..." A smile appeared on the corners of Lin Feng's mouth.
The sudden change of swordsmanship is still the most basic five movements, but the continuous connection continues to become a dripping defense posture. His consciousness slowly transformed, and he changed a few feet around the ring.
Lin Jian still waved his long sword crazily, but this kind of sword, which was wielded by his body instinct, made him very excited and lively. An unprecedented beauty surged into his heart, making him want to look up to the sky and roar.
Gradually, or an illusion, a dense variety of people appeared in front of him, all waving their long swords and rushing at him with hatred. Lin Jian, who was crazy about his swordsmanship, became more and more excited and quickly killed everyone he met in front of him.
This is a very strange scene.
On the huge ring, Lin Feng stood quietly and his eyes were dull. Large drops of sweat kept pouring out of his forehead, and his face gradually turned pale and looked very difficult. Lin Jian waved his sword crazily in the void. The bright red sword brought out a slippery flame and flew up and down. The temperature in the air gradually rose. The fire sword danced faster and faster, and Lin Jian was crazy. And an indifferent old man looked at them boredly and yawned from time to time.
In the fantasy created by Lin Feng, Lin Jian's sword has been stained with blood. The blood actually extinguished the crazy flame on the fire sword, and it was slowly falling to the ground drop by drop. Around him are corpses all over the sky.
Blood slowly gathered together to invade the earth, and gradually converged into blood pits when the earth could not bear it. Blood still firmly oozed from the dead, and soon the whole world became a world of blood.
Lin Feng looked at the bloody world in shock. When he arranged the fantasy, he intentionally or unintentionally guided Lin Jian's consciousness and presented the scene in his mind, and he succeeded. But he never thought that it would be such a miserable scene. How can he have such a murderous intention in his mind?!
Looking at Lin Jian, who was covered with blood and red eyes in the fantasy and looked into the distance, an inexplicable sense of crisis surged in Lin Feng's heart. Before I had time to think about it, a large number of people were virtually rushed to Lin Jian by him.
Lin Jian's expression was obviously excited.
"Kill!" He suddenly shouted and rushed into the rolling crowd.
"A man is a sword and kills people all over the world!" His figure became more and more strange, and his sword waved more and more quickly. Although there is no palpitating red flame, the blood-filled sword has another kind of magic.
"Men are born in the world and should kill people. It's not a mention, millions of people are the heroes!" The long sword swept and instantly tore the people around him into a bloody fog all over the sky. At all, Lin Jian looked up to the sky and roared at the remnants of the bones.
"Kill, who can't kill?" Lin Jian laughed more and more violently.
The rampant voice echoed in the fantasy for a long time, which actually made those virtual people have a trace of fear and no longer dare to come forward. Even with their virtual instinct, they chose to retreat in fear.
"What's the use of being born without killing?" Lin Jian slowly put away his crazy smile, and his voice began to become cold. A chilly thing slowly surged into Lin Feng's heart.
"It's not good!" Looking at the virtual people slowly retreating, Lin Feng decisively withdrew the fantasy.
But it's too late.
"Kill!" A shocking sound suddenly appeared in his sea of knowledge, almost shattering his consciousness. Lin Feng suppressed the shock in his heart and moved when he looked at Lin Jian, who had been completely led to death by himself.
If heaven wants to perish, it will make it crazy.
Although Lin Feng made him crazy, he had to work hard to destroy him. At this time, God is the most unreliable thing.
Infused with all his swords, Lin Feng broke the front finger of the sword, but it was the simplest thorn.
It's getting faster and faster. Gradually, a strange roar came from the top of the broken sword, and the broken sword slowly vibrated. Then Lin Feng's arm also had an inexplicable vibration.
The shock quickly spread all over his body, and his divine consciousness was quietly attached to the broken sword. Lin Feng felt that he had silently integrated into the broken sword, his blood, his spirit, his sword, and everything. Everything. The resistance of air, the influence of wind and other elements that originally interfered with the sword suddenly disappeared.
People are swords, swords are people, and people's swords follow each other.
The unity of man and sword!
"The unity of man and sword?!" Knowing the sky in the sea, the illusion and the old man on the ring have seen this scene and shouted out.
The combination of the three forces of spirit and spirit has become magic, and the closest to the magic in the world is the combination of swords.
Even if a person in the realm of swordsman displays the unity of human swords is also very destructive. Because magic is magic after all, which is a miracle manifested by God in the world. No one knows how powerful he is.
Since it is a magic, the time to manifest the world is naturally uncertain.
In the Yonghe calendar, which is more than a thousand years ago, the frequency of human and sword unity is also very small, and the two palms can be counted. Needless to say, Lin Tian ruined the local star with a sword. The rest of the people, except for those who died, are milestones in the history of sword cultivation.
The combination of human and swords appeared on the original waste of the Lin clan, and there was an indescable thing on the faces of the surviving swordsmen from Tianxing City. At present, several people have quickly left the martial arts arena one after another and don't know where to go.
There is no doubt that the vast town, which had become somewhat balanced under the operation of many forces, has shaken again.
Don't mention the gossip, but said that the murderous intention swelled to the extreme. Lin Jian, who could kill with a sword even if the gods and Buddha stood in front of him, woke up at the moment when Lin Feng removed the fantasy, and the murderous intention quickly rushed to Lin Feng overwhelmingly.
was empty, and then he regretted it.
Like the casual point of nature, the broken sword is ethereal in Lin Jian's sea of air, and the endlessly raging sword must be, and then he loses control in an instant.
The out-of-control Jianyuan tramples on the green wheat field like a runaway wild horse. Well, it is definitely the wildest and most disobedient group of wild horses, which will soon spoil the wheat field.
In the same sense, the violent and out-of-control fire swordsman once again ravaged crazily. It seemed that the last carnival did not have enough. This time, they became more and more crazy and tyrannical, trying to make up for the lost interest last time.
Don't destroy Lin Jian's meridians in an instant, and then his internal organs are flesh and blood. The bones were slightly lucky, because they were hard enough to support them in the first round of storm.
Lin Jian's murderousness and infinitely expanding self-confidence accumulated to the peak were like a swollen balloon gently pricked by a fine needle and dried down quickly. He looked at the blood gushing out of his mouth again, and became more and more sad.
"Why?" Lin Jian muttered to himself. Although he lost his memory, he just repeated the same mistakes for no reason. He had experienced this kind of thing from heaven to hell before and wanted to cry very much.
"Well, although I know that it is very unnatural to bully a disabled person like this." Lin Feng slowly pulled out the broken sword from Lin Jian's sea of gas, looked at his extremely wronged eyes, and said apologetically, "But this feeling of going to hell at your peak is really good. I haven't been so happy for a long time. Huhu, I have been happy twice today. Thank you."
As the old saying goes, there are many ups and downs in life, but can you not change so quickly?! Otherwise, they are not even psychologically prepared, although this is very exciting. Look, look, Lin Jian was so moved that he wanted to cry.
"Ah ah!!!" Lin Jian roared in pain, and his skin outside became more and more red, as if it was about to burn. And his eyes became more and more red, like bright blood.
A drop of blood slowly oozed out of his skin pores, which is thought to be the proud work of those crazy swordsmen.
Lin Feng stepped back a few steps in fear and looked at Lin Jian and said softly, "Hey, I see that you are really sick. You see, your pores are red urine, um, no, it's blood. Why don't you admit defeat and go home for medical treatment first?
Lin Jian didn't seem to realize it, but quietly reached out to take a mouthful of blood and put it on the palm of his hand and looked at it seriously and attentively.
It seems that there is a delicate, beautiful and invisible flower in the blood, and his expression is serious.
Slowly retreated to the old man's side and looked at the old man's surprised eyes. Lin Feng lowered his head shyly: "Although I know that I have always been very handsome, I will be very embarrassed if you look at it naked like this."
"..." The old man slapped him fiercely to make him sober.
"What about the amnesiac patient plus the madman?" Lin Feng blinked his big pure eyes and looked at the old man seriously, with a sincere face: "You see that he is so seriously ill, or you can directly judge him to send him home for treatment."
"Well, he hasn't admitted defeat yet." The old man suddenly looked at Lin Jian with an excited face and seemed to see a miracle.
"Then he can't move. He has no attack or defensive ability at all." Lin Feng really wants to throw this damn old man into the pigsty for 50 years and a hundred years.
"Who said he couldn't move?" The old man's interest is getting higher and higher.
Survously, he turned his head and looked at Lin Jian. He slowly stood up. The sword was somehow inserted into his shoulder and left blood, but he didn't realize it. He just looked at the pool of blood in his hand attentively.
With a powerless moan, Lin Feng felt that his head was big. Holding the broken sword in his hand again and quickly restoring his divine knowledge of Jianyuan, Lin Feng said sullenly, "Why are you so annoying? And you have become an immortal Xiaoqiang. Well... It's so strange that there can be a flower in that pool of blood in your hand, still intoxicated watching?!"
As soon as Lin Feng said this sentence, he couldn't wait to bite off his tongue and swallow it back.
Because there is really a flower in the pool of blood.
A strange but brilliant, amazing flower that can be remembered for a lifetime.
The blood slowly changed and suddenly burned quickly. Unlike Lin Jian's bright red flame, the burning blood in Lin Jian's palm formed a suffocating dark red, dark red, charming and sexy flower.
Then, he seemed to be bewitched. Lin Jian's originally bright and burning palm gradually became the same dark red color as the flower with the burning of the dark red charming flower.