Chapter 231 Kill One Person Every 10 Steps, Leaving No Trace in a Thousand Miles

Lin Fengmian drank some mountain spring water helplessly. This woman is becoming less and less afraid of death.

Jun Yunshang reminded: "Young Master Ye, do we really want to cross this line of sky without taking a detour?"

"After all, it's not just the Fourteenth Brother's people who are blocking us here. How about we take a detour?"

"Take a detour? That will take many days. It's not worth it. They don't deserve me to take a detour." Lin Fengmian said contemptuously.

"But they may have a lot of people." Jun Yunshang said.

Lin Fengmian chuckled and said: "No matter how many people there are, if the combined cultivators don't come out, they are all chickens and dogs."

His words were full of strong confidence, and the whole person was sharp, like a sharp sword out of the sheath.

Luo Xue couldn't help but marvel at this guy's fighting instinct. He learned very quickly in a short period of time by fighting.

If Lin Fengmian's comprehension when she taught him directly was second, then Lin Fengmian, who learned in battle, had a comprehension of tens of thousands.

In the battle of life and death, he was so excited that his comprehension and talent were all full at once, which made Luo Xue amazed.

He seemed to be born for war, or for killing.

Along the way of the narrow sky, the Junyan Dynasty set up three gorges, which were crowded and lively at the moment.

A man stood on the huge stone mountain at the gorges, holding a sword in both hands, with extraordinary bearing, and the sword energy rolling on his body, which made people shudder.

"That's Zhao Tian from the Temple of the Gods, the famous little sword maniac!"

"The fourteenth prince sent him here specially, it seems that he intends to make that kid fail."

"Do you think he will come?"

"No, there are two more levels behind, each one is more difficult than the other, I would choose to take a detour."

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Listening to these remarks, an old man shook his head and said, "Impossible, he will definitely come."

"Mr. Chen, why is that?" Someone recognized the old man and said respectfully.

"A genius like this can't possibly take a detour for others. If he does, his path will collapse." Chen Lao said in a deep voice.

As if to verify his words, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the distance, causing everyone to exclaim.

"It's coming, it's really coming!"

The black shadow quickly enlarged, and it turned out to be a rumored flying boat, with a masked young man in a black robe standing in the wind.

This time, everyone was completely excited, talking about it, and scrambling to gather at the edge of the fortress.

"It's really him, so brave."

"Dragons and tigers are fighting, who will win?"

"The little sword maniac has rarely lost in his life. This kid has just reached this realm and he has met a tough opponent."

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"The girl leaning on the bow is the sixteenth prince. She is really as beautiful as the rumors say."

"I heard that the fourteenth prince seems to be interested in his half-sister?"

"Really? Daoist friend, tell me more?"

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"Look, the little sword maniac has opened his eyes. What a terrible sword energy, it's coming!"

With exclamations, everyone watched the young man standing on the stone statue open his eyes, looking into the distance with burning eyes, full of fighting spirit.

The sharp sword energy rolled up the gust of wind, pierced the water surface and rushed straight to Lin Fengmian and the others, as if to split the boat in half.

Jun Yunshang felt this momentum, and her expression was a little nervous, and she hugged the long sword in her arms tightly.

At this moment, Zhen Yuan in her arms trembled, and the sharp sword intent was instantly smoothed, but turned into a breeze in front of the two.

Jun Yunshang's hair was blown by the breeze, but Lin Fengmian did not raise his head, still drinking indifferently, and grasped the temperament of a master.

The little sword maniac looked at the black-robed young man approaching quickly from a distance, smiled coldly and said: "Yes, you are worthy of my attack."

He slowly drew out his long sword and said coldly: "Remember, Zhao Tian, ​​the one who killed you, draw your sword!"

Everyone couldn't help but look forward to this fight between dragons and tigers, and some people even placed bets, and wiped their sweat nervously.

Lin Fengmian raised his head contemptuously, and said calmly: "What is there to remember about the dead? You are not worthy of my sword."

He waved his hand, and a majestic sword energy surged out, and everyone only felt the surging sword intent.

The little sword maniac standing in the front was the first to bear the brunt, as if there was only this sword left in the world.

He hastily drew his sword, but it was too late.

He drew his sword halfway, but could no longer pull it out. In the face of this sword intent, he was not even worthy of drawing his sword.

This sharp sword energy mercilessly passed through him, and he fell to his knees with a plop.

"If I hear the truth in the morning, I will die in the evening!"

A moment later, his whole body broke into pieces, fell from the stone statue, and fell into the river, shocking everyone.

Lin Fengmian did not raise his head, stood calmly at the bow, raised his arms, and slowly poured the wine into the river.

"Don't stand in my way in the next life!"

With his indifferent voice, the light boat passed by the gorge and quickly disappeared in the distance.

After he left, the silent crowd was completely blown up, as if the boiling water had boiled.

"Oh my god! What did I see? One sword, just one sword, and the little sword fanatic died!"

"What do you mean just one sword? He didn't even draw his sword. Damn, God!"

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"Master Ye, Master Ye, please accept me as your disciple!" A young man said frantically.

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"Too handsome, too handsome, a natural talent, he must be the lover sent by God."

A female cultivator held her chest with both hands, with an obsessed look, constantly showing her infatuation.

A young female cultivator quickly chased after Lin Fengmian, shouting at the top of her lungs.

"Master Ye, I want to give birth to a monkey for you, Mr. Ye!!! Don't leave!!"

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Lin Fengmian saw the scene behind him with his spiritual consciousness, his expression was stern, and he looked calm and calm.

In fact, I was so happy that I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

No, no, no, you can’t laugh!

I have to maintain the persona of this cold and arrogant master!

Hey hey hey, is this what it feels like to be a master? Awesome!

As for the little sword fanatic who had been sought after by countless people just now and is now dead, there is no one to collect his body.

This is the cruelty of the devil. The winner takes all, and the loser gets nothing, not even his life.

As soon as the flying boat passed by, the people behind it heard the exclamations from the front before they could catch up.

When they arrived, they realized that Ye Xuefeng, the sudden genius, had already moved forward.

The masters who stayed here to snipe at him were easily killed by him without even drawing their swords.

At this moment, Lin Fengmian was just like what a poem said.

The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

When everyone was shocked, they rushed towards the final level crazily.

The person guarding the place was the out-of-body Dzogchen master sent by the fourth prince, the young master of Tiansha Palace, Xie Bi'an.

But they were still halfway when another message came from behind.

Xie Bian is dead!

He was better than the first two, at least Ye Xuefeng drew his sword, but after one sword blow, Xie Bian was destroyed physically and mentally.

Everyone at the pass today was shocked to the point of numbness.

They finally understood what it means to kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.

What kind of monster is this?