Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 260: Nangong Linjue’s Strength

Nangong Linjue and other disciples from the Dynasty stood at a distance, coldly watching Lin Feng descend from the battle platform.

"Junior Brother Yi, if you encounter Lin Feng first, it would be better to admit defeat."

Nangong Linjue spoke indifferently.

Beside Nangong Linjue, Yi Xiaoguang’s brow furrowed, his expression extremely grim.

His strength compared to Lu Shaoyun was more or less equal.

Since Lin Feng was able to easily defeat Lu Shaoyun, he might as well easily defeat him.

However, the idea of admitting defeat to Lin Feng was more unbearable than death to him.

Yi Xiaoguang fell silent.

Really, should he admit defeat?

Just a few months ago, he could have crushed Lin Feng with a flip of his hand, but now, he is considering admitting defeat to the same person.

"Junior Brother Yi, don’t worry, if he meets me first, he won’t have a chance to continue!"

Li Jiantong said with a cold face and a longsword on his back.

Among the top ten disciples of the Outer Sect, five were members of the Dynasty, excluding the deceased He Yangjun.

The remaining four were:

Ranked first, Nangong Linjue.

Ranked second, Duan Bingye.

Ranked fourth, Li Jiantong.

Ranked seventh, Yi Xiaoguang.

Aside from Yi Xiaoguang, the other three each believed they had the strength to kill Lin Feng.

"He’s all yours! I’m not interested!"

Duan Bingye spoke indifferently, Lin Feng’s strength was strong, but not enough to catch her attention.

"Brother Nangong, my only goal in this competition is to defeat you!"

Duan Bingye looked at Nangong Linjue and said, "My cousin said if I can defeat you, he will personally guide my cultivation."

As she spoke, a smile appeared on Duan Bingye’s face.

Her cousin, a close confidant of the Sixth Prince, possessed formidable strength. Now, as the most favored prince, surpassing the current Crown Prince, many believed that the future Hu Ben King would definitely replace the older with the younger.

After all, Hu Ben Country is a land of martial artists. The current Crown Prince, talented in painting, calligraphy, and poetry, but to rule this nation, supreme martial prowess is essential, and the Royal Family must be ruled by the strong.

Nangong Linjue heard this and nodded lightly, saying, "Junior Sister, I look forward to your performance!"

After Lin Feng defeated Lu Shaoyun, the competition continued.

The next match was Ling Muchen versus Duan Bingye.

"Ling Muchen, you will lose!"

On the platform, Duan Bingye arrogantly declared.

"Really?"

Facing Duan Bingye, even Ling Muchen, ranked third, couldn’t help but appear solemn.

Swoosh!

The next moment, Ling Muchen’s figure vanished instantly and suddenly reappeared next to Duan Bingye, striking with a palm.

Ling Muchen’s movement technique was incredibly fast, and his palm force was as overwhelming as a mountain collapsing and a tsunami, utterly oppressive.

"Split!"

Duan Bingye reacted extremely fast, instantly launching a punch towards the oncoming palm force.

Although Duan Bingye was a woman with a slender figure, the fist technique she cultivated was exceptionally fierce and indestructible, even more so than Ling Muchen’s.

Boom!

With one punch, Duan Bingye repelled Ling Muchen.

Lin Feng, who was watching, was secretly amazed; such a delicate woman possessed such fierce fist technique.

Afterwards, Ling Muchen launched a furious and violent attack on Duan Bingye.

On the entire battle platform, Ling Muchen’s afterimages were everywhere, with countless handprints, enveloping a momentum of overwhelming waves, ferociously assaulting Duan Bingye from all directions.

Ling Muchen was strong, but Duan Bingye was even stronger.

Facing the tidal wave of attacks from Ling Muchen, Duan Bingye stood firm, her fists dancing, shattering all incoming attacks.

Soon, Duan Bingye launched a counterattack against Ling Muchen.

After a dozen moves, Ling Muchen was blasted off the battle platform.

"Sister Duan is indeed powerful; Ling Muchen is no match!"

"Yes, in this competition, only Sister Duan has the strength to fight Brother Nangong!"

The crowd exclaimed at Duan Bingye’s strength.

"Duan Bingye wins! Next match, Nangong Linjue against Yi Xiaoguang!"

The Steward announced.

This match, Yi Xiaoguang versus Nangong Linjue.

Unsurprisingly, Yi Xiaoguang decisively admitted defeat.

"Next match, Li Jiantong against Wu Meng!"

Li Jiantong and Wu Meng took the stage.

Li Jiantong, with a longsword on his back and a face void of expression, looked cold.

Wu Meng, holding a long spear, exhibited a robust aura, in no way inferior.

"Three swords to defeat you!"

Li Jiantong said coldly.

"Three swords?"

Wu Meng frowned upon hearing this, was his opponent too arrogant?

In the points tournament, Wu Meng only used four moves to defeat the tenth-ranked Gu Zhan, his strength was undoubtedly strong.

He believed he had the capability to compete for the top five, and now Li Jiantong was claiming he could defeat him with just three swords.

"Hmph! I’d like to see how you defeat me with three swords!"

Wu Meng sneered.

"Then watch carefully!"

As soon as Li Jiantong finished speaking, the sword light burst forth, and the treasure sword was unsheathed in an instant. His whole body, like a fading shadow, moved as swiftly as lightning, thrusting his sword straight at Wu Meng’s throat.

The speed of Li Jiantong’s sword was as fast as lightning, extremely fierce, and its trajectory was hard to trace.

Wu Meng was greatly startled, the speed of the opponent’s sword was like an illusion.

In haste, Wu Meng could only sweep out with his spear to block the attack.

Clang!

A loud clang was heard as the spear and sword collided, sparking flames.

Wu Meng was forced back.

Li Jiantong’s sword attacks were like a storm. With a flick of his longsword, a chilling light shone, and in an instant, a dazzling sword Qi charged toward Wu Meng with a chilling danger.

Wu Meng roared loudly, his long spear casting out like an angry dragon, shattering the sword Qi.

However, at this moment, another bright sword light flashed, swiftly crossing his shoulder, bringing a trail of blood spray.

Swoosh!

Li Jiantong stopped behind Wu Meng.

"You’ve lost!"

Li Jiantong said coldly, then turned and walked down the battle platform.

Wu Meng turned to look at his shoulder, where a sword mark a finger-length long was bleeding profusely. frёewebηovel.cѳm

A bitter smile appeared on Wu Meng’s lips, he knew his opponent had shown mercy.

Otherwise, that sword could have taken his life.

"Li Jiantong wins, next match, Ling Muchen versus Fei Kuang."

Ling Muchen ranked third, and Fei Kuang ranked fifth, the gap in their strengths was not too wide.

It took them seventy to eighty moves to decide the winner.

Fei Kuang lost!

Even though Fei Kuang had a robust physique, he was still beaten into spitting blood and retreating by Ling Muchen.

Ling Muchen’s palm force was not only powerful, but his movement speed was unmatched, Fei Kuang simply couldn’t keep up with his pace and was suppressed from the beginning to the end.

"Next match, Nangong Linjue versus Lu Shaoyun!"

Nangong Linjue and Lu Shaoyun entered the platform.

Buzz

As soon as he stepped onto the platform, Lu Shaoyun unleashed his Star True Qi, his entire body surged with energy, his face full of vigilance.

"No matter how you prepare, it’s useless. I hope you can withstand two slashes!"

Nangong Linjue stated indifferently, his face showing unbeatable confidence.

Ssht!

The next moment, the saber was unsheathed, and Nangong Linjue immediately launched an attack.

The sharp, pale white sword light split the air, shattering everything, striking with the speed of light and lightning towards Li Yun.

Boom!

After one slash, Lu Shaoyun spat out blood and retreated.

"Second slash!"

Nangong Linjue’s voice rose, the pale white sword light soared into the sky, even dispersing the clouds in the sky, and the terrifying sword Qi fiercely slashed downwards.

"Heavenly Cloud Breaking Saber Technique!"

The dazzling sword light slashed through the void, its edge unmatched.

Lu Shaoyun, covered in sweat, continuously launched the Silver Wolf Howling Moon Palm.

Yet, facing Nangong Linjue’s saber, his palm force was as feeble as tofu.

Ah!

Immediately after, Lu Shaoyun screamed, directly slashed away, blood spurting wildly.

Even Lu Shaoyun, as strong as he was, could not withstand the might of Nangong Linjue’s two slashes.

"Nangong Brother is invincible!"

"Nangong Brother is invincible!"

"..."

The next moment, hundreds of disciples from the Dynasty, with excited faces, shouted together, their voices reaching the skies.

Nangong Linjue, finally showcased his formidable strength.

Several battles, whether it be Nangong Linjue, Li Jiantong, or Duan Bingye, each one strongly defeated their opponents, greatly shaking the prestige of the Dynasty.

The disciples of the Dynasty truly swept through, unstoppable.

In the distance, Lin Feng furrowed his brows.

Nangong Linjue’s moves were incredibly ruthless. Lu Shaoyun had no grievances with him, yet he showed no mercy, severely injuring Lu Shaoyun.

Shortly after, the steward loudly announced.

"Nangong Linjue wins, next match, Lin Feng versus Yi Xiaoguang!"

As the steward’s words fell, the square suddenly fell silent.

Lin Feng, once again confronted someone from the Dynasty.