CHAPTER 421: CHAPTER 412: THE WICKED SECT

Lin Feng’s piercing eyes tightly fixed on his opponent, the Spirit-Slaying Sword in his hand shimmering with light, his Spiritual converging in an instant.

Whoosh!

Lin Feng made the first move, his figure flashed, and he was already in front of Han Yijian, a cold light carrying peerless sharpness, slashing towards Han Yijian.

The air rippled like water, a breeze passed by, and in the world, there was only this Sword, nothing else.

"Hmm?"

Seeing Lin Feng’s sword, Han Yijian was immediately astonished.

It’s said that when a great martial master makes a move, one will know if there is substance, and Lin Feng’s sword made Han Yijian’s fighting spirit surge.

Han Yijian remained unmoved, his sword light exploding, the piercing light like a launched venomous snake, accurately hitting Lin Feng’s blade edge.

Clang!

Their swords collided, sparks flying everywhere, dazzlingly bright, both of them retreating at the same time.

Whoosh!

Blocking Lin Feng’s strike, Han Yijian’s wrist vibrated, his longsword emitting a sharp Sword Light, its speed so fast it seemed to ignore spatial distance, instantly closing in on Lin Feng’s neck.

This sword was incredibly fast, the sparks from the previous collision had not yet extinguished, and the Sword Light of the next sword had already descended.

This was Han Yijian’s famous Ultimate Skill, the Life-taking Sword Technique! A sword unleashed meant certain death!

"Break!"

Han Yijian’s swordsmanship was fast, but Lin Feng’s was no slower. The Spirit-Slaying Sword was swung with an inconceivable speed, instantly extinguishing the incoming Sword Light.

"Got a bit of skill?"

Han Yijian sneered coldly, saying, "You will surely lose to the next sword!"

Then, Han Yijian struck again, his arm sweeping, the Void like water.

This sword carried no shining light or visible Sword Qi, only subtle air ripples that spread outwards, as if there were thousands of Sword Qi bursting forth, yet also as if there was no attack at all.

"Hmm?"

Lin Feng’s brows furrowed in an instant, his body hair standing on end; this sword was so terrifying that there was no visible trajectory of the attack!

Han Yijian’s sword gave Lin Feng a little shock.

This sword wasn’t imposing, but it was incredibly strange; how could one defend against it without seeing the Sword Light? How to dodge?

Of course, although this sword was bizarre, for ordinary martial artists of the same rank, it would be difficult to counter, but it was not particularly challenging for Lin Feng.

His arm transformed into a phantom, the Spirit-Slaying Sword swung with a speed hard to discern by the naked eye, Lin Feng immediately executed forty-nine swords.

Forty-nine Sword Qi combined into a colossal Sword Net, completely shielding Lin Feng behind it.

In the next instant, the watery air ripples swept over the Sword Net.

Boom!

Powerful Energy erupted, and the Sword Net collapsed as well, sharp Sword Qi blasting in all directions, the spectating crowd retreated again and again.

"He actually blocked it again!"

Han Yijian frowned, but he did not cease his motion, his whole being like a streak of Sword Light instantly shot towards Lin Feng.

Whoosh!

The fierce cold light flashed and vanished, too fast to trace, a Sword Light hardly noticeable flashed by, approaching Lin Feng’s neck.

Such Fast Sword had exceeded the reaction speed of ordinary people; a typical Earth Martial Master Third Layer Martial Artist would have had no time to react and would be instantly killed.

The Life-taking Sword Technique, a fatal move with every strike, emphasizing the kill with one blow!

But this sword technique was difficult to be effective against Lin Feng, because his speed was no less than his opponent’s.

Clang!

Again, a loud noise as Lin Feng’s Spirit-Slaying Sword directly hit the opponent’s blade edge, both retreating simultaneously.

Han Yijian staggered back a dozen steps, while Lin Feng only took three steps back.

"Such quick reflexes!"

"Such strong power!"

Han Yijian’s expression turned ugly; he had thought he could deal with Lin Feng in a few moves, but the outcome was entirely different.

Han Yijian’s sword-holding arm was slightly trembling. Lin Feng’s sword was not only fast and fierce, but it also carried an astonishing power, making him dare not to get close.

"My God! Lin Feng is actually on par with Han Yijian!"

"Powerful! Too powerful!"

"So that’s the confidence behind his arrogance!"

The spectating talents exclaimed in astonishment at Lin Feng’s strength.

Zhu Shaojing’s face had already turned as dark as the bottom of a pot; his cheeks were twitching nonstop.

"Han Yijian, your swordsmanship is indeed powerful, but it’s still not enough to defeat me!"

Lin Feng said calmly, "Now, you try my swordsmanship!"

Upon hearing this, Han Yijian let out a cold snort and said, "Just bring it on!"

Han Yijian didn’t believe Lin Feng’s swordsmanship was that formidable; at the very least, it was unlikely to defeat him.

Lin Feng nodded and then the air around him began to swirl, forming a gust of wind, with his clothes fluttering loudly.

Lin Feng’s eyes suddenly turned extremely sharp, with shadows of swords flashing within.

Whoosh!

Lin Feng moved, his figure flashed, a sword slashed out.

This sword seemed fast yet slow, urgent yet steady, and with one swing, the Sword Qi soared to the skies, the endless cutting aura tearing the heavens apart, turning the surrounding winds into sharp Sword Qi, slicing through the Void.

"What? Sword Intent?"

Han Yijian’s eyes suddenly bulged, showing a look of horror.

This endless sharpness that filled the Void was the Sword Dao he had longed for in his dreams and yet never been able to comprehend!

"It’s Sword Intent...!"

The surrounding voices were filled with exclamations, the crowd’s eyes wide in shock.

Zhu Shaojing was completely dumbfounded! His mouth wide open, he stared blankly at the scene, murmuring to himself, "Sword... Sword Intent!"

In the entire Great Thousand Domain, there were less than a handful of young geniuses who had comprehended Martial Arts Will, and now Lin Feng had done it too!

Zhu Shaojing felt his heart twitching; his face was a myriad of expressions, indescribable.

"No good!"

Feeling the might of Lin Feng’s attack, Han Yijian’s scalp went numb, he didn’t dare to resist head-on and his figure retreated rapidly.