Chapter 145: Blur

Even many sword masters present did not sense Di Feihong's flying sword.

For ordinary people and soldiers, flying swords are always an extremely mysterious field, and they are also the obvious boundary that distinguishes ordinary sword masters from great sword masters in their minds.

A flying sword that was pointed by the swordsman's will and flew freely in the air, is simply in the eyes of ordinary people.

In fact, at Di Feihong's age, his control over this flying sword is amazing enough.

This flying sword is fast enough and sinister enough.

Lin Zhuojiu's eyes were always on the long sword in Di Feihong's hand. He seemed to have not noticed the thin sword piece that stabbed his head.

However, when the sword piece was less than two feet above his head, a sword light surged in front of him.

The sword light was so fast that it was impossible to see the way he drew his sword, so fast that it could not even see the color of his sword body.

There was a tingling sound.

Lin Zhuojiu's eyes were extremely calm and there was no emotion on his face. The sword he raised up was extremely accurate to hit this thin sword piece.

However, just as the moment he slashed the flying sword, the dazzling sparks surged from the flying sword, and before they were really bounced away, Di Feihong's sword force paused slightly.

At this time, in the eyes of many sword masters, this is a very normal thing.

Because the long sword in Di Feihong's hand was a "pseudo-sword".

Since his real killer move was the flying sword, the long sword he held tightly in his hand was just used to attract Lin Zhuojiu's attention.

Even if he set out his sword, his true spirit and strength were concentrated in the flying sword. The sword intent of the long sword in his hand was nothing but his true power.

At this time, his flying sword was slashed by Lin Zhuojiu. His mind and true energy were connected to the flying sword. The energy in his body was naturally impacted. It was normal for his body to appear as if he was punched in the air.

However, what all these sword masters who felt normal did not expect was that at the moment Di Feihong's sword punctured slightly, a harsh roar sound came out from the tip of his sword.

The tip of his sword seemed to have cracked and a stream of air rushed out.

A cold light burst out from the airflow at an astonishing speed.

This is a flying needle.

The sword in Di Feihong's hand was not an ordinary long sword.

The sword body is hidden in the exquisite skeleton, which does not require surging true energy to inspire.

In a sense, his long sword is not a sword, but a crossbow disguised as a sword.

Even on the battlefield, crossbows with hidden properties such as arm crossbows and back crossbows are powerful weapons used by ordinary monks to deal with sword masters, not to mention that at such a distance, such a sword master uses such a dark crossbow at such an opportunity.

Di Feihong felt that Lin Zhujiu could not withstand this attack.

First, he felt that the other party would definitely not have imagined it, and another more important reason is that any swordsman will destroy the opponent's attack, especially after the opponent's flying sword strike, his subconscious will attack closely.

After any sword master knocks away the opponent's flying sword, he will rush towards the opponent as fast as possible in the next moment, and the battle will be resolved before the opponent re-controls the flying sword.

So Lin Zhuijiu should be in.

He should enter as fast as he can.

So he will be hit by this flying needle head-on.

Then he will win the battle.

Although this method may be called despicable by many people present.

But more people only care about the outcome.

And the noble man who made him come would be very satisfied with this result.

As long as the noble man is satisfied, he will receive amazing rewards.

Many images of him after he received those amazing rewards had even emerged in his mind.

This feeling is wonderful.

However, there was a slight sound.

All the beauty was instantly broken by this slight sound.

The flying needle shot from the tip of his sword did not pierce Lin Zhuojiu's flesh and blood, but fell into the scabbard.

A scream rang out.

Those who made exclamations were the ones who could clearly sense what happened in this moment among all the sword masters present.

Lin Zhujiu did not make any violent moves.

He seemed to be going in, but he didn't really go in.

He just took a slight lunge and moved his left hand slightly.

The scabbard in his hand slightly raised and pointed it at Di Feihong's sword tip.

The flying needle shot from the tip of the sword fell into the scabbard hole, as if it had fallen into a deep capsule.

The flying needle flew to the end and stabbed hard at the innermost end of the scabbard. However, the shark skin sword sac lined with a tough copper skin was as if it were restraining the sharp edge of the sword, easily dissolving its power and letting it stagnate.

This is a feeling of falling directly into the abyss from the clouds.

Di Feihong's brain moment

There is a blank space between them.

He could not imagine how the other party could block his attack.

A large amount of blood seemed to flow directly into his head, but he was dizzy like it was ischemia.

Lin Zhuojiu comes in at this time.

There was a tingling sound.

When Di Feihong's flying sword fell to the ground, Lin Zhuoxue's sword fell on Di Feihong's body.

The tip of his sword tapped Di Feihong's chest like a dragonfly, and then retracted it.

It was not until this time that many young sword masters truly reacted and realized the thrilling moment just now. Many people exclaimed, and many people felt that Di Feihong's methods were too vicious and shouted angry.

Various sounds surged from all sides like a tide.

Di Feihong felt as if he was wrapped in cold water, and his whole body became cold.

He felt that all this seemed not true, and even everything he saw was a little blurred.

"How is that possible."

He murmured, "How could you... block my attack?"

Lin Zhuojiu's expression had not changed drastically, but at this moment, he suddenly smelled an unusual meaning when he looked at the man's face. His brows frowned deeply. He said in a somewhat urgent tone: "You hold the sword too tightly. If you really want to use the flying sword to solve the battle, you will not be so nervous, you will not be so nervous when you hold the sword so nervously. Your body is too like a tense bowstring."

"In the face of a sneak attack of a flying sword like me, can you still judge so meticulously and calmly?" Di Feihong got the answer. He subconsciously wanted to say such a word, but when he opened his mouth, he felt that his tongue could no longer control it.

His tongue was numb, like a piece of wood.

Then his whole body was completely numb, and he suddenly realized that he really couldn't see clearly.

Everything in front of him was not because his emotions were too turbulent, but because there was really something wrong with his body.

A scream rang out.

All those who could see his face clearly saw dirty blood flowing out of his pupils, and dirty blood flowing out of his nostrils and corners of his mouth.

However, Di Feihong himself could not sense all this. With a bang, he fell forward like a piece of wood.
Chapter completed!