Chapter 1962 The Art of Shield and Sword! (3 Updates)
Dang, Dang, Dang!
In an instant, the figures of the two people turned into afterimages. The two swords continued to clash, and little sparks flew away.
"There is nothing special about him. It seems that when he defeated Zhuge Wan'er and the others, he only relied on a mediocre set of king-level swordsmanship."
After Ling Feng and Zhu Changyue exchanged swords for a few times, he was quite curious. Were the words Zhu Changyue started to say just pure harsh words?
He also said yes, what kind of killer move does this guy have hidden?
After more than a hundred sword fights, Zhu Changkan not only failed to defeat Ling Feng, but also had no sign of gaining the upper hand. He couldn't help but feel anxious.
"It's impossible, how could this happen!"
Zhu Changyue's heart became more and more frightened. No matter how much he increased his sword speed, Ling Feng could always keep up. Moreover, what made him feel most frustrated was that he seemed to have exerted all his strength, while Ling Feng was still able to do so with ease.
"Damn it!"
Zhu Changyue cursed secretly in his heart. It turned out that it was not just himself who was hiding his strength, but also Ling Feng!
Ling Feng, maybe he hasn't really taken it seriously since the beginning of the competition!
"Both Chu Chaonan and Ling Feng are not members of the Nine Great Families. Could it be that the geniuses of our Nine Great Families are not as good as these unknown people!"
Zhu Changyue gritted his teeth, his whole body surged with momentum, and he fiercely fought Ling Feng with his sword, and with the help of the counterattack, he landed on the edge of the ring.
"What, are you ready to admit defeat?"
Ling Feng also sheathed his sword and stood on the stage with an expression on his face, "Your strength is not as good as your words."
In an instant, everyone had a strange feeling. The entire arena seemed to have become Ling Feng's domain. With him as the center, everything was squeezed out. Invisibly, there was an aura of lording over everyone.
"He actually has the demeanor of a master. This kid has already entered the realm of domain!"
On the high platform, Xuanyuan Longteng showed a shocked look again.
If Sword Intent is the entry point for a swordsman, Sword Domain is the ultimate goal that all swordsmen pursue.
At such a young age, Ling Feng has touched the threshold of the Sword Domain, which can be described as unbelievable.
Even he only formed the prototype of the Sword Domain when he was over seventy years old!
Vaguely, the audience in the audience seemed to hear the roar of thunder.
As if they had made an agreement, the two suddenly stopped and stood motionless on the stage.
"Ling Feng, when it comes to attacking, I'm not as good as you!"
After a long time, Zhu Changyue finally spoke. His eyes were fixed on Ling Feng like a hawk, and there was some reluctance in his tone.
"However, unlike when I fought against Chu Chaonan, Chu Chaonan completely controlled my fighting rhythm, preventing me from fully displaying my trump card. But from now on, I will try my best to fight you!"
Zhu Changyue clenched the sword in his hand and shouted loudly: "What I said before remains unchanged! Ling Feng, your winning streak is over!"
Boom!
There seemed to be a terrifying muffled sound in the depths of the void. Zhu Changyue's eyes narrowed, and a terrifying aura turned into an invisible sword energy and shot straight towards Ling Feng.
A sneer appeared on Ling Feng's face. In an understatement, the aura forced by Zhu Changyue's sword dissipated.
"Then let me see it!"
Ling Feng said unhurriedly, and his body naturally exuded the domineering aura of a king in the sword, which was shocking.
Zhu Changyue snorted coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't I just say that in terms of attack, I am not as good as you! So, come here, I will use my impregnable swordsmanship to defend, and I will wear you to death!"
"Come on! I don't believe you can break through my defense!"
Hearing Zhu Changyue's roar, he took out another shield from somewhere and placed it in front of him. With his feet slightly bent, he shrank under the heavy shield.
Everyone felt like a blur before their eyes. Zhu Changyue seemed to have disappeared, replaced by a ten thousand-year-old bastard huddled under a turtle shell. Let the wind blow, rain, lightning and thunder, I remained unmoved.
"..."
In an instant, black lines shot up on Ling Feng's forehead: Damn, he was so energetic just now, I thought he was holding back some big move.
The result was a shield?
"Referee, does this count as a sword show?"
The corner of Ling Feng's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but look up at the referee in mid-air.
"Ahem..."
The referee coughed dryly and pondered for a moment before saying: "Strictly speaking, a shield swordsman is also a swordsman, so let the game continue."
Ling Feng cursed in his heart, what a shield swordsman is also a swordsman!
What you said makes so much sense, I am speechless!
"The Zhu family is really willing to give up the Haotian Aegis, even giving this treasure to this junior."
Xuanyuan Longteng couldn't help but look back at the Zhu family elders.
Elder Zhu gave a wry smile, "There is no rule against using defensive treasures in the competition, right?"
"yes!"
Xuanyuan Longteng shook his head and smiled, narrowing his eyes and staring at Ling Feng. The Haotian Aegis, an immortal weapon-level defensive magic weapon, coupled with the Zhu family's unique shield and sword technique, Ling Feng, Ling Feng, how are you going to win this time? Woolen cloth?
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On the stage.
Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng looked at Zhu Changyue and said word by word: "Then let me break your turtle shell!"