Chapter 217 Clever but Misunderstood by Clever

in the valley.

Four figures stood erect.

Emperor Zhenwu was in the middle, and the Nine Nether Thunder Knife was lying quietly on the ground at this moment, no longer as domineering as before.

"Woooooo~" The ugly Bing Pengkun burst into tears, crying like a child, with snot and tears mixed together, making his ugly face even uglier. At this time, he does not look like a Neptune-level powerhouse.

Luo Wanjun, with her head down, kept sobbing in a low voice, her pear blossoms were in tears, her lips turned purple from biting.

"Amitabha, Amitabha..." Bai Jie clasped his hands together, letting the tears flow down and drip onto the monk's robe.

"Okay, don't cry any more!" Zi Yushu wiped away his tears, sobbed and swallowed, his handsome face was extremely tough: "How did the master teach us on weekdays, put the country first! Put the big things first! Weeping and crying are not ashamed Clenching his fists tightly, Zi Yushu trembled violently, his teeth were about to be crushed.

"Second Senior Brother!" Bing Pengkun burst into tears, crying uncontrollably.

"Come on, cheer up, we want to fulfill Master's last wish!" Zi Yushu trembled.

The figure standing proudly did not fall down.

The indifferent color is like a stone sculpture, but it has already exhausted its energy and has no vitality. He is the unfailing pillar and spiritual leader of the ancient country of China. Because of his existence, the ancient country of China can stand on top of the whole world without fear of other countries.

True Martial Emperor!

This is a man like a god.

but……

But it was so abrupt to leave.

"Pengkun, Wanjun, you go and inspect the surroundings." Bai Jie finally raised his head, as a senior brother, he must take responsibility and endure no matter how painful it is. Just like the master, even if his life is dying. But...he is still doing what he should and must do.

"Yushu, place the master's body."

"I'm going to get the thunder knife."

Bai Jie walked heavily.

The grief of the people was beyond words. Each of them was promoted by the teaching of Emperor Zhenwu, and Emperor Zhenwu treated them. Not only a master, but also a father.

The expression of emotion comes from the heart and is extremely sincere.

"Eldest brother." Zi Yushu's voice was hoarse.

"Master's death must be strictly kept secret." Bai Jie said in a deep voice, "Once it is leaked out, not only our Zhenwu Dojo, but even the entire ancient country of China..."

"All may collapse!"

Zi Yushu nodded: "I understand."

Emperor Zhenwu is a real pillar for the ancient country of China and has an irreplaceable role. Once news of the death came out. Not only will it cause earthquakes and panic in the entire ancient country of China, but it will also attract the peeping and greed of the other six ancient countries, and the ambition will explode!

The great battle at the beginning of Zhanwuji is very likely——

Turn on again!

"Who the hell is it!" Zi Yushu's handsome face was extremely ferocious, "Who did it to hurt Master to such an extent!"

"I don't know." Bai Jie sighed softly.

The two looked at each other with deep fear in their eyes.

Ideas coincide.

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With hatred, urge the knife to recruit 'hatred'.

With domineering, Zi Lei's saber technique is urged.

Although Lin Feng had never really learned the Zilei sword technique. Its "shape" is only in memory, and it is impossible to learn it just by the only head-to-head encounter with Jiuyou Thunder Saber. However, there are intricate knife marks in the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum. But let Lin Feng completely enter the artistic conception of Zilei sword technique.

A set of knife techniques, the general artistic conception is basically the same.

Just like the water in a river, it may be clear, turbid, or continuous, but its essence remains the same.

and……

Qin Emperor Mausoleum has the most profound saber intent, and Lin Feng has the clearest perception, and it is the broken dragon stone pillar. Like a carving, leaving a part of the knife intent on top. Get it right for the first time. Supplemented by the domineering perception that drives the strength of the knife, Lin Feng's knife keeps changing.

one day.

two days.

three days...

time. Slowly pass.

Lin Feng's knife is becoming more and more refined day by day. Now the sword technique is domineering, although it is still not as domineering as Xiang Yu's overlooking the world, but it has reached Lin Feng's own realm. Compared with the hatred-driven sword before, it is much more majestic and majestic.

Turn off the small road and return to the real road of swordsmanship.

"Break!" Lin Feng shouted violently.

A trace of thunder and lightning forcefully urged the valley, a simple and clear cut, supplemented by his strongest explosive power.

boom! Break through the invisible barrier.

Ripples burst out, although they failed to break through the barrier, but compared to the knife three days ago, they were countless times stronger.

"Drink!" Lin Feng's eyes were fierce.

In an instant, the Nine Dragons Manual was launched, and the aura burst out.

Although the titanium-level body has disappeared long ago, Lin Feng's current attack power is even worse than the strongest attack three days ago. The spring thunder roared, and the power of lightning surged out of his body, even if it was just a little bit, it had a tyrannical destructive power.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The strength of the sword is continuous, Lin Feng is like venting, like trying a knife, and like breaking out.

Although the invisible barrier rippled, the movement was more than ten times stronger than before, but it was like throwing a pebble into the lake, and it was different from a rock.

does not work.

"Don't waste your energy." The voice was indifferent, straight into the ear.

Lin Feng stopped and looked at his hands, his eyes flashed with joy, he turned around and saw the virtual image of Overlord Xiang Yu, bowed his head and said: "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

"You realized it by yourself, so what does it have to do with me?" Xiang Yu smiled coldly.

Lin Feng shook his head: "Senior is a true master of swordsmanship. Although he said it casually, his words are precise, which has benefited the younger generation a lot."

It's not a lie, a character like Xiang Yu has already reached the realm of swordsmanship.

A casual suggestion from him is far better than years of hard training by himself, and can save a lot of detours.

Xiang Yu scoffed: "The kid can talk."

Lin Feng said seriously: "The younger generation speaks from the heart."

"Okay, stop flattering." Xiang Yu stared at Lin Feng without expression, "Let me ask you, where did you learn this trick?"

Spring thunderstorm kills?

Lin Feng said twice silently, and looked at Xiang Yu: "This is performed by Jiuyou Thunder Saber."

Xiang Yu's eyes lit up: "Thunder Knife, how is it now?"

"Junior, I don't know." Lin Feng looked at the Overlord Xiang Yu in front of him, and he was full of doubts in his heart. Why is Xiang Yu here, but Jiuyou Leidao was born alone. And this strange prison, the crystal, the inexplicably powerful force of restraint and oppression...

There are too many puzzles!

Seeing Xiang Yu staring at him fiercely, Lin Feng immediately found himself here after being severely injured by the Nine Nether Thunder Saber, and recounted the whole process.

Xiang Yu Ruoran nodded.

"You're smart." Xiang Yu sneered suddenly, "But this time, I'm afraid you'll be mistaken by your cleverness."

"I have been imprisoned in this dilapidated place for more than two thousand years. If I can't get out, it's better for you. There is a way to heaven and you don't go, but there is no way to hell-you just want to break in." Xiang Yu laughed wildly. The voice was wanton and arrogant, and the tiger's eyes were wide open: "Slowly wait here to die, kid!"

After saying that, Xiang Yu's figure disappeared instantly.

Lin Feng's complexion suddenly changed.

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(Fourth update~) (to be continued)