Little brother, why are you..." Gullit asked.WWw、qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo、CoM
Ling Ling's victory surprised everyone. Next, Ling Feng's situation is a sure win with Bai Jiahei.
"Haha, since they want to play, we will play with them to the end." As he spoke, Ling Feng had already walked to the competition stage, leaving everyone with a cool figure behind him.
Wow, my brother is so handsome. Ling Ling thought in her heart, and then remembered some of the stories Ling Feng had told. Ling Ling nodded and agreed in her heart: Well, brother is just pretending to be cool. Especially when Ling Ling saw Gulit, the others, and the five girls Wanqi Mingyao looking at Ling Feng's back, she agreed with her idea.
On the third prince's side, a follower also walked out. Both his appearance and movements appear to be average. Even the big sword carried behind his back was so simple and unpretentious. At first glance, one could not tell that he was a ninth-level warrior.
"Ruku." The other party looked at Ling Feng and said.
"Well, Ling Feng." Ling Feng nodded. Then he looked at the third prince who was a little nervous, and Qiao Daxi who was following the third prince with his fists clenched, especially the sword Qiao Daxi was wearing. Ling Feng had an idea and said with a smile: "Please wait a moment. How about I borrow a sword first?"
After saying that, he didn't care about Ruku's reaction, but walked to Qiao Darcy and gestured: "How about lending me your sword?" Seeing Qiao Darcy retreating a little because of his arrival. Even with his body trembling, Ling Feng said in a funny voice, "Don't worry, I won't kick you."
Qiao Darcy seemed to hesitate for a moment. Then he glanced at the third prince, and after seeing him nod, he took off his sword and handed it to Ling Feng.
"Thank you, I believe it will be back in your hands soon." Ling Feng said with a smile.
The third prince and others were confused by Ling Feng. Does Ling Feng look like someone who lacks a sword? Moreover, Qiao Darcy's sword is only for appreciation, not suitable for fighting.
However, no matter what Ling Feng meant. This is a good thing for the third prince and others.
But before Ling Feng was about to go on the competition stage, he looked at Basten thoughtfully and smiled strangely at him, which made Basten a little confused.
When Ling Feng returned to the competition stage, Ruku no longer hesitated. He knew very well that he must not underestimate Ling Feng. Johnny's failure is a lesson learned from the past. Therefore, he immediately took the initiative to attack without giving Ling Feng any chance to prepare.
"Despicable!" Keira and others in the audience saw Ruku's behavior. He couldn't help but say aloud.
"Fool." This was Wanqi Mingyao and Scarlett, who muttered softly when they saw Ling Feng's behavior. Subsequently. The two looked at each other in surprise and couldn't help but blush.
Ruku's sword is very fast. The ninth-level warrior's red fighting spirit spread a blush along the sword's blade, heading straight for Ling Feng's face. Don't look at the tip of his sword pointing straight forward. The strength of Ruku's hands is uneven. Once Ling Feng makes any move, Ruku can instantly change his moves to suppress Ling Feng's sword moves.
It can be said that Ruku's sword, in addition to being fast in speed, also means to use seven points of force and leave three points to spare. This also means that there is still room for change in his sword moves. And use the sword as a weapon to do this. Even ninth-level star swordsmen are quite rare.
There are several sub-sages under the competition stage. He nodded unconsciously. But Ling Feng just stood motionless. Some are confusing.
As for the third prince and other weaker aristocratic children, they naturally thought of the equally young Ling Feng. Those who can reach the seventh or eighth level of strength are considered geniuses among geniuses. Naturally, it is impossible to defeat a ninth level warrior. Now that he is motionless, it can only be said that he was frightened by the aura of the Star Swordsman!
Therefore, a victorious smile appeared on the third prince's face. When he thought about it, Ling Feng was definitely going to lose this time.
Suddenly, just when Ruku's sword was in front of Ling Feng and was about to hit him, Ling Feng turned to one side and then unsheathed the sword in his hand. There was a "choking" sound, and a burst of sword light flashed by. Ling Feng was still standing on the spot, even the sword had been returned to the scabbard, but Ruku rushed past Ling Feng's body and arrived behind Ling Feng.
Just when everyone was a little surprised, Ling Feng walked off the competition stage and came to Qiao Darcy's side: "Haha, thank you for the sword."
"You, you lose..." The third prince said with excitement when he saw Ling Feng actually got off the competition platform first. However, before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of "puff puff". On the competition table, Ruku's hands holding the big sword exploded, and all his clothes from his cuffs to his shoulders exploded and fell to the floor. .
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Don't be used as a weapon in the future. "Ling Feng said to the third prince.
Qiao Darcy took his sword with some trembling, unable to believe that such a sword could actually defeat a star swordsman. Not only did he not believe it, but everyone present did not believe it, except Ling Ling.
Just now, when Luku's sword arrived in front of Ling Feng, Ling Feng took advantage of the opportunity to turn sideways and pulled out the sword in his hand, then casually touched the side of the tip of Luku's big sword, and then followed it The big sword moved towards Luku's hands and made nine strokes at extremely fast speed, just enough to spread all the clothes on Ruku's hands. As long as Ruku's hand exerts another sudden force, the clothes will naturally burst.
The third prince looked at Ruku and then at Ling Feng, speechless. However, his forehead began to sweat. A look of doubt and fear began to appear in Ling Feng's eyes. At that moment, in the third prince's opinion, if he hadn't heard the sound of the sword being unsheathed, he wouldn't have known whether Ling Feng had made a move.
And most people only heard one voice, and everything was over. It was as if Ling Feng's drawing and returning of the sword were completed at the same moment.
As for Olmos, George, Kenyon, and Johnny, it can be seen that Ling Feng has indeed taken action. However, how could Ling Feng just point his sword at Luku and make his clothes burst, while Luku's hands were undamaged? How much exquisite swordsmanship and speed does this require
Only Montero was muttering in a low voice: "The Hidden Family, it's really them... and only they have such exquisite swordsmanship..." And his hands were already shaking a little because of excitement. The clenched fists also had some exposed veins.
"Master?" George asked Montero.
"Oh, what?" Montero came back to his senses and looked around. Ling Feng had already left with Ling Ling and Cassano, and Gullit and the others were nowhere to be seen. The people on the Third Prince's side were all gone.
"Master Lingfeng's servant Cassano just expressed to me that he hopes that you will tell the third prince to send the bet to his residence." George said.
When Montero heard this, there was a sense of arrogance in his eyes, and he said: "I think that with so many people present, even the third prince would not dare to break the bet no matter how unwilling he is."
"However." Montero thought for a while and said, "This is Chunshui City, not the imperial capital. You can send someone to explain to Mr. Ling later that it may take some time for the third prince to prepare the bet. Moreover, I must also I will do my job as a notary."
"Oh no, I'd better go there myself." Montero arrived, "By the way, George, did you see Master Ling's moves clearly just now?"
"No. I feel like he may have struck more than one sword, but it was too fast." George replied.
"The Hidden World Family. Is it really that powerful? He should be younger than me. He has already defeated a ninth-level warrior." Montero said with some self-deprecation.
“Sir, in fact, the momentum and fighting spirit displayed by Young Master Ling are only at the eighth level...” George said, “I just don’t know if his true strength is only at the eighth level or if he deliberately lowered his cultivation level.
His swordsmanship is so exquisite. "
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Naturally, Ling Feng deliberately lowered his cultivation level, otherwise, Ruku would not be able to attack him at all. And these are naturally for Basten.
In Ling Feng's house, the five girls, Basten and others were all there.
Seeing the way everyone looked at him as if they were monsters, Ling Feng had no choice but to explain: "Okay, stop looking at me like that. If there is any problem, I can't explain it to you."
"That's more like it." Gulit stepped forward and punched Ling Feng on the shoulder and said, "Tell me how you defeated that Ruku. I only felt that your momentum was equal to mine."
"I have said that strength does not completely represent a person's strength. It is only the basis of a person's strength." Ling Feng looked at Basten and said, "Everyone is accustomed to classify a person based on his strength. The strength level is not very reasonable. Otherwise, Basten would not be able to defeat a ninth-level peak warrior, right?"
"Speed, skill, etc. are all the key to determining a person's strength." Ling Feng explained, "It's like you stabbed me with a big sword, and I had already used it before you stabbed me. The sword has lightly touched your neck, tell me, can you still beat me?" (Quanben Novel Network www.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.com)