Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

0To the surrounding martial cultivator, Master Ling was the representative of the Southern martial cultivator. When he came to the northwest this time, he deliberately challenged the Martial Alliance Master of the Northwest, which was simply too arrogant, but they believed in the brushstroke, since he was after all the head disciple of the strongest sword fanatic.    

    

It was unknown who would win and who would lose. On the other hand, the few martial artists watching from the front row all lowered their heads and said:    

    

"This Master Ling is indeed powerful. He can actually block this move of the brushstroke. It's too terrifying."    

    

"That's right. If it was me, even if I were to block it, I would still be seriously injured. Master Ling is too horrifying. This time, I have met a real opponent."    

    

"Master Ling is the youngest martial arts genius in the past 300 years, so his strength must be very strong." The strength that Ling Feng had displayed caused all the old martial cultivator who were famous for their martial skills to feel fear in their hearts. They had no choice but to accept it and sigh emotionally.    

    

On the high platform, Ling Feng laughed and then looked at the quill. He said lightly, "You are still far from being strong. But to make me back off, you are already pretty good."    

    

He held the Gale Fallen Leaf Sword in his hand. He had not expected that his full powered attack had only caused Ling Feng to take two steps back. He said loudly, "Master Ling, I have to admit that you are very strong and your swordsmanship has reached the acme of perfection. However, there is still a gap between you and me. Today, I will definitely let you die."    

    

If he lost today, then that would be the biggest humiliation in his life. In the martial cultivator Realm, in the entire Northwest, his reputation would be ruined, and he was the head disciple of a sword fanatic, so he naturally could not afford to lose to such a person. If he lost, then the best way would be to die under his opponent's sword.    

    

"Haha, good! Today, I will kill you so that you will have no regrets." Ling Feng said lightly.    

    

"Master Ling, you're too arrogant. In a situation where the outcome of the battle is unknown, you dare to say that? You're a bit too arrogant." The pen stroke said.    

    

"Haha, you are not my match at all. Killing you is as easy as crushing an ant." Ling Feng said.    

    

"Is that so? Then let's begin. I will definitely kill you with this sword strike and prove that I am the Alliance Head of the Martial Forest." He then looked at the Falling Leaf Sword in his hand and sighed. The Gale Fallen Leaf Sword let out a melodious screech, as if it was telling Pen Chop to fight it out with all his might.    

    

Brushstroke picked up the treasured sword in his hand and pointed it at the sky. The Spiritual Energy in his body exploded out again and hundreds of sword beams flew towards the sky, wrapping around Ling Feng.    

    

As for Brushstroke, he inserted the Gale Fallen Leaf Sword into the ground and layer after layer of shockwaves scattered in all directions. He shouted loudly, "Everyone, lend me the treasured sword for me to use."    

    

As the voice faded, dozens of swords flew out and wrapped Ling Feng inside. Ling Feng looked at the swords surrounding him and was a little surprised. These swords had actually formed a domain, a domain of swords. It seemed that none of these swords wanted to hurt, but they were able to form a whole, connecting with each other as if they were one.    

    

Adding on the Gale Fallen Leaf Sword in his hand, there was actually a twenty-six swords surrounding Ling Feng. With a smile, he said, "Master Ling, if you admit defeat now, there's still time."    

    

However, Ling Feng did not take it to heart. He only said indifferently, "With your little tricks, a small sword formation is full of holes. You actually want to deal with me? What a fantasy."    

    

"Master Ling, you'll know very soon if it's full of holes or not." The surrounding martial cultivator s all looked at the sword formation that was being drawn out, feeling very puzzled.    

    

"I've never seen such a move before. What kind of skill is this? It's too strange, I've never seen the Brushstroke Alliance Head use it before."    

    

"They are actually using different swords to form the same sword formation. Could this be the final trump card of the alliance master, the final trump card?"    

    

Many of the martial cultivator were confused and began discussing amongst themselves.