King of Nine Skies-Chapter 277 - :Kill if you want

"Such a commanding presence, such a sharp-edged man." The crowd's hearts trembled as they murmured to themselves. "He's so imposing!"

The four members of the Haoyue Sect, however, had their expressions frozen stiff. In the Tian Shan Tavern, they challenged Lin Feng with their words, while Ling Yue was extremely domineering and directly slashed at Lin Feng and his companions with a knife. But Lin Feng remained silent and calm, unbothered. They thought Lin Feng was timid and cowardly, but at this moment, this burst of momentum made them realize that Lin Feng was not afraid but disdainful. Regarding the martial spirit embodied by Ling Yue's sword, Lin Feng showed no concern at all.

Feeling this extremely sharp sword momentum, Leng Yue's eyebrows, like knives, also slightly furrowed. At this moment, Lin Feng was even more sharp and bold than him. Perhaps, this was the real Lin Feng, showing his fangs.

However, the person who wields the sword is sharp and domineering, advancing without hesitation, using the sword to annihilate everything. Even if the opponent is very powerful, Cold Moon remains fearless and shows no sign of retreat. Cold Moon can truly understand the subtleties of the sword, being a true lover of the sword, a master of the sword, and someone who comprehends the sword. The name "Sword Prince" does not come from empty fame; it's just that he is arrogant and somewhat contemptuous of others. But this cannot negate his talent.

The light flickered, and the crescent moon was held in hand. The cold light was as bright and cold as the moon.

"Top-grade divine artifact 'Residual Moon', 'Cold Moon', was actually used by him. This person is who? Why haven't I heard of him before?"

Many people secretly thought to themselves that at this moment, the cold moon was completely focused and concentrated. The entire person seemed like a knife, with the person integrated into the knife, extremely sharp.

"I admit that I muttered about you. But compared to me, you still fall short." With the crescent moon in hand, the cold moon-like appearance of the Blade Prince once again shone with an air of being superior to the world. He was unconcerned with others and still didn't take Lin Feng into consideration.

"I began to practice swordsmanship at the age of five. In the Hua Yue Sect, I didn't learn any martial arts techniques or skills related to sharp weapons. I practiced and mastered them on my own, understanding the essence of swordsmanship and reaching the level of subtlety. Within a year, I defeated countless fellow disciples of the Hua Yue Sect. Thus, I achieved my current fame. I independently developed a sword technique called 'Lingying', which is named so because it's like a solitary shadow. If you could die under this single strike, it would be something to be proud of."

Leng Yue slowly said, with an air of superiority. The crowd, upon hearing his words, nodded in agreement. Leng Yue truly deserves the title of genius. He has reached the realm of subtlety and created his own martial arts style. He's quite powerful. This aspect, it seems, Lin Feng is inferior to him.

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"You have no clue about swords at all. Your so-called genius status is just relative to some ordinary people." Lin Feng sneered and said, "I'm different from you. I've only been practicing swordsmanship for a year or so, and I've also figured out a few sword techniques on my own. You, give it a try."

"More than a year?" The crowd's expressions trembled. Lin Feng drew his sword. Only more than a year? How could he have become so powerful in just over a year?

Also, Lin Feng said that Leng Yue didn't know how to use a sword. Genius is compared with ordinary people. Isn't this saying that they, Lin Feng, have such a big ego? This makes them feel somewhat dissatisfied.

"Alright, remember this move. It's called 'Solitary Shadow'."

Leng Yue slowly said, taking small steps and stepping out. No longer did she have the overwhelming momentum of a sword, but rather a restrained sword, a subtle sword.

"Solitary figure!"

With a murmur, the blade flashed, the figure was solitary and shadowy, lost in confusion with no clear direction.

This is the essence of this strike. Even the very blade itself is solitary and directionless, reaching into the subtlest depths. This is the realm of the elusive and unpredictable. Despite being just one strike, it seems to embody countless variations and is beyond comprehension. How can one capture such an image? Once this strike lands, no one can catch it.

Previously, whenever Cold Moon employed this move, he would simply kill his opponents of the same level. Even those of the Lingwu Realm who were stronger than him would be dispatched without hesitation.

When the solitary figure emerged, the ghosts and spirits were startled. No one had ever caught this delicate cut before. Moreover, at this moment, the cold moon wielded the precious and rare residual Moon Blade of the Celestial Moon.

"Lin Feng, you're doomed."

"This cut is simply impossible to counter. The Crimson Moon, truly deserving of the title 'The Blade Prince', is far superior to Iceberg."

When the crowd saw the artistic conception contained in this single stroke, they all felt a shudder in their hearts. They dimly understood why it was said that whenever the Sword Master's sword was drawn, someone would surely die.

The invisible and solitary blade slashed down. It seemed that everyone witnessed Lin Feng being killed on the spot. With a soft "click" sound, everyone's pupils contracted suddenly.

"What's going on?"

The crowd's hearts trembled violently. The solitary moonlight sword slashed down. The shadow of loneliness loomed. However, Lin Feng didn't stand there in good condition. In front of him, a sword was standing there, standing there in an ordinary way. But on this sword, there was another sword slashing on it, yet it couldn't move an inch. This sword blocked by the ordinary sword was none other than the moonlight.

"How could it be?"

The crowd's gazes were fixed on that ordinary-looking sword, that ordinary sword standing there. It blocked the solitary shadow blade. Not a single person could figure out how Lin Feng managed to do it.

"I told you, you don't understand about knives."

Lin Feng calmly said, looking at the incredulous gaze of Leng Yue. The sword was slowly drawn out. With a single stroke, a blindingly bright swordlight swept across the land, dazzlingly brilliant and magnificent. It was the Sword of Light!

"Subtle!"

A sudden shudder ran through Ling Yue's heart. The blade of the knife barely moved, blocking the sword in front of him. But then a crisp sound was heard, and the Sword of Changlei flew into the air, accompanied by a stream of bright red blood. Ling Yue's body recoiled wildly, throwing away the sword and retreating furiously. If he hadn't entered the realm of Weimin, Lin Feng's brilliant sword strike would have killed him.

Lin Feng reached out his hand and scooped up the broken moon in his palm. Then he threw it out and said, "Bashful Blade!"

Badao's gaze narrowed. He caught the broken moon that Lin Feng threw to him in his hand. The pupils beneath the mask flashed a glimmer of light.

Lin Feng did indeed keep his promise and gave him the Changle Moon. Although it was obtained by force, it didn't matter.

Lin Feng had long foreseen that Leng Yue would take action against him. This "Chang Yue" belonged to him whether he had bought it or not at that time.

Leng Yue lowered his head, looking at a long bloodstain on his arm. His gaze was fixed on it. His sword didn't even have a chance to touch Lin Feng. Lin Feng easily blocked it. And Lin Feng's sword, with a casual slash, he couldn't even catch it. This was the gap, a naked gap.

The arrogant words still reverberated in his mind. He said coldly, "Lin Feng will surely die, and die beneath the shadow of the lone figure. It's enough to make him proud." But the reality was very ironic. Just as Lin Feng said, "He cold moon, doesn't even know how to use a sword. His so-called genius title is nothing but compared to mediocrity."

"Since childhood, I have been proficient in wielding the sword. But he, having practiced swordsmanship for over a year, easily defeated me. What exactly is the source of my pride? Where did my arrogance come from?"

The cold moon asked itself a question. In its innermost part, it felt a tinge of doubt creeping in, questioning itself and the title of "genius".

"My solitary figure that I hold in pride, was easily blocked by him. Perhaps, I really don't understand the use of a sword."

Cold Moon felt a tinge of melancholy in his heart. There was a touch of desolation and decadence. His pride was shattered by Lin Feng.

Feeling the despondency that was revealed on Cold Moon's face, Lin Feng gave a cold smile and said, "Insulting the dream lovers? Dead!"

"Kill!"

As soon as he stepped forward, an endless torrent of sword energy surged forth, causing the crowd's hearts to quiver once again. Cold Moon, is she going to be killed by Lin Feng?

Is another genius about to fall from grace?

Lin Feng's sword was extremely dazzling. At this moment, the cold moon was decadent and self-destructive, lacking any fighting spirit. It seemed to have lost its will to fight. As Lin Feng's sword instantly cleaved through it, his eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment. After practicing swordsmanship for over a decade, he was now at such a low point. It was truly pitiful.

"Get out of here!"

At this moment, a phantom appeared. In the distance, behind the cold moon, a figure emerged like an extremely sharp knife, directly charging towards Lin Feng. The figure was like a knife, carrying an overwhelming sense of vastness.

"Cut!"

Lin Feng's sword descended. With a thunderous sound, the earth was torn apart. Lin Feng groaned in frustration. An extremely fierce knife slashed across his body. His feet spun suddenly and he retreated frantically.

"Among the warriors, the sword is the supreme leader. Success and failure are common occurrences. Even the mightiest person may be surpassed by someone even more powerful."

A voice of incomparable might rang out amid the swirling dust: "Cold Moon, this is just one battle. Why be dispirited? I'll keep his life. You'll kill him yourself in the future."

As soon as the words were over, two figures soared into the air and headed off into the distance, causing a jolt of shock in the hearts of the crowd.

In the Xuanwu Realm, a powerful figure from that realm appeared. With a single move, he repelled Lin Feng and took away Ling Yue. His voice was extremely domineering.

He said, "Leaving Lin Feng to be killed by Leng Yue means that he can kill Lin Feng, but he deliberately refrains from doing so!"

"Lin Feng, what a stroke of luck!" murmured the crowd.

However, at this moment, the ground suddenly trembled violently. A figure of pure white, like a phantom, rushed out and shot off in the direction of the distance in an instant. The extremely cold frost froze all the thoughts in people's minds, leaving only this endless coldness.

"Kill!"

A chilling cry rang out, icy cold and sharp. In the sky, a sheet of ice transformed into a white bridge of heaven, extending continuously in all directions, shooting towards the figure in the distance.

That figure suddenly trembled, and its body accelerated again. It was like a swift blade of light. Then, that white bridge of heaven still crashed down behind him, causing him to grunt in pain and leaving a streak of bright red blood in the air. It was so glaring that his previous words became a joke!

For Lin Feng, he can kill him whenever he wants?