Lin Feng, a nameless outer disciple with a mask, had cultivated the 8th rank of Qi Refining and the 9th rank of Body Tempering, as well as the Thunderclap Sword Technique.
Jing Hao, with a cultivation base at the 9th level of Qi Wu Jing, surpasses the majority of outer sect disciples in terms of strength, ranking 6th. His most brilliant achievement is solo swordsmanship, defeating three 9th-level Qi Wu Jing martial artists.
Completely unequal strength, yet Lin Feng defeated Jing Hao in front of everyone, killed Jiang Huai who was protected by Jing Hao, and slapped Jing Hao in the face. Just as everyone waited for Lin Feng to suffer Jing Hao's wrath, Lin Feng took the initiative to step onto the life-and-death stage, looking down on everything, challenging Jing Hao.
"Perhaps he knows that Jing Hao won't let him off, so it's a last-ditch effort." The crowd thought to themselves, after all, Lin Feng was only an eighth-level martial artist in the Qi Wu realm, and his strength was far inferior to Jing Hao's.
Only at this moment did Jing Hao's face turn pale, his shame was unprecedented, he had never suffered such humiliation since entering the Yunhai Sect.
"Since you're seeking death, I'll fulfill your wish." Jing Hao had a deep-seated hatred for Lin Feng. After seeing Lin Feng's Thunderclap Sword Technique, he understood that Lin Feng wasn't lying to him, and it was definitely this person who killed Jing Feng.
Lin Feng not only killed his brother but also made him suffer humiliation.
Stepping onto the stage of life and death, a powerful sword aura burst forth, behind Jing Hao, an illusory sword shadow pointed to the sky, it was his Sword Martial Soul.
"Jing Hao actually directly used his martial soul, it seems he wants a beautiful finishing blow."
The crowd immediately understood Jinghao's intention, he wanted to prove his great strength to everyone.
"Draw your sword, I'll give you three moves." Jing Hao stood with his sword in hand, exuding the air of a master swordsman.
Lin Feng's mouth curled up into a cold smile, his figure flashing as he moved, the long sword in his hand emitting countless sword shadows. These sword shadows transformed into one sword just before reaching Jing Hao, accompanied by a deafening thunderclap that shook the air.
"So powerful, he has actually practiced the Thunderclap Sword Technique to such a realm." The crowd heard the thunderous sound and looked at each other in shock, this was completely comparable to real thunder, one can imagine how strong the explosive force is.
The disdain in Jing Hao's eyes disappeared, and this sword was enough to make him take it seriously.
The long sword hummed, thunder rumbled back and forth, the sword shadow appeared, and the powerful explosive force was unable to break through Jing Hao's sword shadow by half a step.
"One sword!" Jing Hao dissipated this sword several times.
Lin Feng's gaze remained unwavering, still as resolute as ever. The rolling thunder was like the endless Yangtze River, continuous and unbroken. The second sword, accompanied by the tyrannical thunder, stabbed out in anger.
Jing Hao remained defensive, his sword shadow resembling a water curtain, ready to meet any attack.
But just as Lin Feng's tyrannical sword was about to reach Jing Hao's front, Lin Feng's hand suddenly loosened its grip on the sword. The long sword, along with Lei Yin, advanced with a whistle and actually broke through Jing Hao's sword curtain.
"What is he doing?"
Everyone was stunned by this move, Lin Feng poured all his strength into the sword, increasing its power and breaking through Jing Hao's defense. If Jing Hao had blocked this sword, wouldn't he have lost his sword as well? This was simply a stupid way of fighting.
Jing Hao also laughed after a brief daze, indeed looking for death.
His body slightly retreated, Jing Hao's long sword was withdrawn, and a sword shadow danced in front of him.
However, Lin Feng's body also moved at the same time as his sword shot out, rapidly rushing towards Jing Hao's direction, swift as a fleeting light.
"Two swords." Jing Hao saw Lin Feng approach him without any fear, calmly counting down, and at the same time Lin Feng's sword fell powerlessly to the ground, but Lin Feng himself had arrived.
"Seeking death." A thunderous sword strike, the sound of thunder shook the air, Lin Feng had already lost his sword, wanting to get close and attack, then Jing Hao didn't need to count to three swords anymore, this one sword, he would take Lin Feng's life.
But at this time, Jing Hao heard two words coming out of Lin Feng's mouth, very simple two words, enough.
The two words fell, as if echoing the thunder, a flash of lightning cut through the crowd's eyes, and the brilliant light was fixed in the pupils of the crowd, just for an instant, then disappeared.
Jing Hao's throat moved slightly, he seemed to understand the meaning of the two words "enough". These were the last two words he heard in his life, "distance", "enough".
"Three Swords."
This sentence was spoken from Lin Feng's mouth, at this moment he was facing away from Jing Hao, his voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet space everyone heard it clearly, and as soon as his voice fell, Jing Hao's body crashed to the ground.
Everyone's eyes widened in shock and unbelief, "Jing Hao, defeated?"
Lin Feng, how did he manage to do it?
"Draw sword." Among the crowd watching around, there were many inner disciples who saw that the flash of lightning just now was a sword light. It was just because this sword light was too fast, so it was like a flash of lightning across the sky, and many people didn't even see what it was.
The crowd suddenly burst into an uproar, and everyone began discussing the magnificent sword that had just split the air.
The sixth-ranked outer disciple, Jing Hao, was defeated by Lin Feng's three swords, and the result of his defeat was death.
"Who is he?"
This is the question on everyone's mind, a cross-level challenge, and it's a cross-level challenge against Jīng Hào, the best of the nine levels of Wǔ Xiū. Lín Fēng is absolutely a genius, this battle will shake the clouds of the Cloud Sea Sect.
At this time, above the canyon, there were also countless people discussing Lin Feng's sword just now.
A pavilion leaning against the valley, an old man's mouth corner revealed a hint of a smile, and he said in a low voice: "Soft Sword, it turns out to be that little guy, no wonder he dares to practice sword-drawing technique, this kid has a high talent!"
The old man was the guardian of Xingchen Pavilion, and Fengyun Gorge was a place for the sect's disciples to hone their skills. To some extent, it reflected the strength of Yunhai Sect's disciples. So he came to take a look during his leisure time, but unexpectedly saw a scene on Shengsi Platform. The soft sword used by Lin Feng was given by him, how could he not know who Lin Feng was?
Apart from Lao Ren, Jing Yun and Han Man, there was another person who recognized Lin Feng. This person was Guo Hai, the same one who had threatened Jing Yun with Jing Feng's death, only to be injured by Lin Feng in a single move. He then found Jing Hao, remembered that Lin Feng and his two companions were wearing their clothes, searched for them above the Wind Cloud Gorge, and set up a plot to put Lin Feng and the others to death.
Guo Hai saw Lin Feng actually kill even Jing Hao, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, secretly slipping away.
"Now thinking of leaving, isn't it a bit late?" Lin Feng had long noticed Guo Hai hiding behind Jing Hao and coldly said.
Kuo Hai's footsteps faltered, and he felt a chill run down his spine.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Guo Hai turned around and forced out a smile that was even uglier than crying.
"It's none of my business, I didn't do anything."
"Is it?" Lin Feng sneered, his killing intent completely unmasked.
"This is Wind and Cloud Gorge, not Life and Death Platform." Guo Hai felt Lin Feng's killing intent, his voice trembling.
"I know." Lin Feng said indifferently, and the Ninefold Waves burst out, directly striking Guo Hai's body. Guo Hai didn't even resist; after all, his opponent had killed Jing Hao, so what was the point of resisting?
He reached out and lifted up Guo Hai, then turned around and returned to the life-and-death stage, throwing Guo Hai to the ground, and conveniently picked up the long sword on the ground.
"Now you're on the stage of life and death."
The crowd's gaze solidified again, silently staring at Lin Feng, this guy is ruthless.
"It wasn't me who came up with this, you're breaking the sect's rules, how dare you break the sect's rules." Guo Hai didn't expect Lin Feng to make such a move, and his fear of death made his whole body tremble.
The sword flashed and disappeared, and Guo Hai's voice stopped abruptly.
"Is there really a rule for the sect?"
Lin Feng thought in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud.
If the sect really had rules, would Liu Fei dare to shoot him directly with an arrow? If the sect really had rules, would inner disciple Yu Hao dare to swing that deadly sword at him? Rules are always dead, they are set for only a part of people. When your strength is strong enough and your talent is high enough, some rules are not rules for you.
Lin Feng was not a bloodthirsty person, on the contrary, in his previous world, taking someone's life was punishable by death. However, after coming to this world, he had been targeted multiple times by people who wanted to kill him for no reason or even without any reason at all. This made Lin Feng understand that this was a world of the strong and a cold-blooded world. Therefore, towards those who sought his life, he would show no mercy and swing down his sword of justice. If you don't kill others, others will kill you.
Lifting his footsteps, Lin Feng came to Han Mian's front, and saw that Han Mian smiled at him, saying: "I always believed you could do it."
"I also believe." Lin Feng smiled similarly and immediately carried Han Man on his back, making a gesture to Jing Yun under the gaze of everyone before leaving.
