Chapter 310 The Sword of Sadness

Mo Lingfeng played the huqin as he walked. The sound of the qin was extremely desolate, and there was a faint sense of weariness in it. It seemed that he had seen through the world, but he had no choice but to move forward.

A long sigh came from one side, and a middle-aged man with wise eyes appeared beside him at some point. His eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, and at the same time, he was more helpless.

Mo Lingfeng didn't seem to see him at all, and was still playing the piano by himself, while the middle-aged man didn't care and just listened quietly.

The middle-aged man suddenly sighed and said: "My heart has not been so calm for a long time. Think about how many years it has been, hundreds or thousands of years."

Mo Lingfeng stopped playing the piano and said sadly: "If the heart is already dead, then what's the use of living for thousands of years."

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "I am Lin Hui, the leader of the Skinned Clan. You, the human race, are indeed the ones we look up to. Talented people will emerge at any time."

Mo Lingfeng smiled sadly and said: "I'm just above average. Compared with that person, I'm as different as a firefly and a bright moon. If you can see him one day, you will be truly impressed."

Lin Hui looked a little sad and said: "It seems to be another shady story. You humans are always like this, otherwise the Gods wouldn't have intervened back then.

It was clear that we could solve things ourselves, but in the end we became the vassals of others. It was because I was unwilling to do this that I turned to the demons.

It's a pity that I was wrong later. Such a wrong decision ruined the fate of the entire clan. Now we are suppressed here and can only survive. "

Mo Lingfeng looked at him deeply and said, "You give me a strange feeling. It seems that even my master is no match for you, but I don't feel threatened by you."

Lin Hui said with a smile: "My greatest achievement here is giving birth to a son, and my son is not willing to be ordinary, he always wants to go out for a walk.

I have always thought about letting us skinners live under the sun again. How could I, as a father, not satisfy him? I spent nearly a thousand years.

I finally came up with a solution, which was to use myself as a container and concentrate 90% of the sealing power on me.

This way I can open the gap and send my people outside. Although they cannot stay too long, they have to come back and start over again every once in a while.

The price of doing this is that no matter what kind of opponent I encounter, my cultivation level can only be equal to that of my opponent, but I don't care, and there is no need to care. "

Mo Lingfeng smiled calmly and said: "What you said makes sense. Although the cultivation level has been suppressed, the vision will not change, and thousands of years of experience will not change.

With your experience and methods, it is not difficult to kill people by leapfrogging, not to mention the behavior of the other party is equal. You can indeed have this confidence.

But don’t underestimate anyone. You are willing to tell me these things just because you think you can defeat me. But there is still one one in ten thousand, aren’t you afraid? "

Lin Hui laughed loudly and said: "You are indeed an interesting person. What do you think I have to fear? What if I let you out? Could it be that your human race can drive us Skinners to annihilation?"

Mo Lingfeng sighed softly and said, "It's really no longer necessary, but I still need to learn your skills. You shouldn't come within ten steps of me."

As he spoke, his fingers moved slightly, and a sword light shot out from the Huqin. This sword light was as fast as lightning and contained boundless killing intent, which made people feel terrified from the bottom of their hearts.

Lin Hui's smile did not change, she gently stretched out her two fingers and clamped them in the air, directly clamping the sword light. The two fingers were like cast iron, and the sword light moved forward without any trace.

A thin sword appeared, and the whole sword was trembling slightly. It seemed to be full of unwillingness, but there was nothing to do.

Lin Hui smiled slightly and said: "Your ten-step one-kill attack is indeed very powerful, but it's a pity that it has no effect on me. Even the Wuming God of Death back then couldn't kill me."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and handed the sword back. Mo Lingfeng was silent, reached out to grab the hilt of the sword, and inserted it back into the Huqin.

Lin Hui said with a smile: "I am not satisfied with your sword. If you can't come up with new methods, you will have no choice but to die."

Mo Lingfeng shook his head gently and played the huqin again. The melody was particularly sad, making people's hearts full of depression, and tears couldn't help but flow down.

The voice became deeper and deeper, and an invisible sword energy suddenly shot out, mixed with the sound of the piano. This sword energy was so unpredictable that it was hard to guard against it.

A strange color flashed in Lin Hui's eyes, and his expression became more solemn. He waved his sleeve and slapped it out. With a snap, the sword energy was scattered, and his sleeve also turned into pieces.

He nodded and said: "Your sonic sword is somewhat interesting, but unfortunately it is not enough. Instead of letting you die in the hands of the demons then, it is better for me to kill you now."

Mo Lingfeng did not speak, but a tear dropped from his eyes. The sword light flashed again. The sword was not fast, but time and space seemed to have stopped.

He saw something slowly stabbing Xu Hui's throat. He stood still, as if he was stupid, just when the sword light reached his throat.

A light flashed slightly in his eyes, his neck twisted, and the sword light grazed his neck and shot directly, leaving a faint blood mark.

Mo Lingfeng was as if he had been fished out of the water, and the clothes on his body were already soaked. He slowly inserted the rapier back into Hu Qin and pulled it up again.

Lin Hui touched her neck with her hand, scratched it with her finger, and the wound disappeared immediately.

He nodded and said: "Your sword is very clever, it can actually lock time and space, but it's a pity that the sadness in your heart is not enough, and there is still a little less fire.

I will let you go today. I hope you can perfect this sword. If the demons come again in the future, I hope to see the grace of your sword. "

Mo Lingfeng coughed lightly and said, "It seems that I really thought highly of myself before, but I will not let you down, so I will leave."

Lin Hui looked aside again and said to herself: "Finally I see a little hope. Why do I always feel so uneasy every time I make a choice."

Lin Tianyu shook the wine glass in his hand, smiled slightly and said: "Jiang is really old. It seems that I have to have a good talk with my father. You go and see Yan Gang. If that kid can't kill him, you Just do it yourself.”

Zhao Yiming clapped his hands, looked at the Spirit Sword Heroes who fell on the ground, and then looked at Yan Gang with a smile on his face.