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Chapter 147 The brilliance of that sword

"Luku." The other party looked at Ling Feng and said.

"Well, Ling Feng." Ling Feng nodded and signaled. Then he looked at the nervous third prince, and Jodasi who followed behind the third prince with his fists clenched, especially the sword wearing Jodasi. Ling Feng had an idea and said with a smile: "Please wait a moment, how about I borrow a sword first?"

After saying that, he didn't care about Luku's reaction, but walked to Jodhasi and signaled: "How about borrowing your sword for me?" Seeing Jodhasi's body retreating and even trembling due to his arrival, Ling Feng said with a funny look: "Don't worry, I won't kick you."

Jodasi seemed to hesitate for a moment, then looked at the third prince, and after seeing him, he took down his sword and handed it to Ling Feng.

"Thank you, I believe it will be back in your hands soon." Ling Feng said with a smile.

The third prince and others were confused by Ling Feng. Does Ling Feng look like someone who lacks a sword? Moreover, Jodasi's sword is only for appreciation and is not suitable for fighting.

However, no matter what Ling Feng means, this is a good thing for the Third Prince and others.

Before Ling Feng was about to go to the competition stage, he looked at Basten meaningfully, and his weird smile made Basten feel a little puzzled.

When Ling Feng re-entered the competition, Lu Ku no longer hesitated. He understood very well that he must not underestimate Ling Feng. Johnny's failure is a lesson in the past. Therefore, he took the initiative to attack and did not give Ling Feng any chance to prepare.

"Despicable!" Kaila and others in the audience couldn't help but speak when they saw Luku's behavior.

"Follower." This was Wanqi Mingyao and Scarlett. Seeing Ling Feng's behavior, they muttered in a low voice. Then, the two looked at each other in surprise, and couldn't help but blush.

Luku's sword was soon. The red fighting spirit of the ninth-level warrior flew along the sword body, and it rushed straight to Ling Feng's face. Although his sword tip was moving forward, Luku's hands were not evenly exerted. Once Ling Feng had any moves, Luku could change his moves instantly to suppress Ling Feng's sword moves.

It can be said that in addition to being fast in speed, Luku's sword also means to use seven points of force and leave three points of spare force. This also means that his sword moves still have room for change. Using the big sword as a weapon to achieve this, even a ninth-level star swordsman is quite rare.

The several sub-saints in the competition nodded unconsciously. But Ling Feng stood still, which was a bit confusing.

As for the weaker noble children such as the Third Prince, they naturally thought that Ling Feng, who was also young, was a genius among geniuses who could reach the seventh and eightth level, and naturally he could not be better than the ninth level warrior. Now that he was motionless, he could only be said to be frightened by the momentum of the Star Swordsman!

So, a winning smile appeared on the third prince's face. When he thought, Ling Feng would definitely lose this time.

Suddenly, just as Luku's sword move came to Ling Feng, and when he was about to hit him, Ling Feng's body was on the side, and then the sword in his hand was unsheathed. With a choking sound, a sword light flashed, and Ling Feng was still standing there, even the sword had returned to the scabbard, but Luku rushed past Ling Feng's position and came behind Ling Feng.

Just when everyone was a little surprised, Ling Feng walked off the competition stage and arrived at Jodhsi: "Hehe, thank you for your sword."

"You, you lose..." The third prince was a little excited when he saw Ling Feng, and said to himself. However, before he finished speaking, he heard a "puff puff" sound. On the competition platform, Luku's hands holding the big sword exploded, and all the clothes from the cuff to the shoulders exploded and fell all over the floor.

"Remember, don't be used as a gun in the future." Ling Feng said to the third prince.

Jodasi took his sword with a trembling trembling, unable to believe that such a sword could defeat a Star Swordsman. Not only did he not believe it, but everyone present did not believe it, except Ling Ling.

Just now, when Luku's sword reached Ling Feng, Ling Feng took the opportunity to sideways and drew out the sword in his hand, then casually tapped the sword on the tip of Luku's big sword, and then drove straight into the ground along the direction of the big sword and reached Luku's hands. He drew the nine swords at a very fast speed, just scattering all the clothes on Luku's hands. As long as Luku's hand suddenly exerted force, the clothes would naturally burst.

The third prince looked at Luku and looked at Ling Feng again, unable to say a word. However, his forehead began to sweat. A sense of confusion and fear began to appear when he looked at Ling Feng's eyes. At that moment just now, in the third prince's eyes, if he hadn't heard the sound of the sword being unsheathed, he wouldn't know whether Ling Feng had taken action.

Most people only heard one sound, and everything was over. It seemed that Ling Feng’s drawing of the sword and returning the sword were completed at the same time.

As for Olmos, George, Kenyon, and Johnny, you can see that Ling Feng did take action. However, Ling Feng pointed his sword and stroked Luku, how could he make his clothes burst open, while Luku's hands were unscathed? How exquisite sword skills did this require and how fast did it take?

Only Montero was muttering in a low voice: "The Hidden Family is really them... and only they have such exquisite sword skills..." His hands were already trembling because of excitement. His clenched fists were also exposed.

"Young Master?" George asked Montero.

"Oh, what?" Montero came to his senses and looked around. Ling Feng had already left with Ling Ling and Casano, and Gulite and others were not seen. The people on the third prince's side were even completely gone.

"King Feng's servant Casano, I just told me that I hope you will tell the third prince, and let him deliver the bet to his residence." George said.

When Montero heard this, his eyes showed a sense of arrogance and said, "I think with so many people present, even if the third prince is unwilling to do so, he dare not rely on the bet."

"But." Montero thought for a moment and said, "This is Chunshui City, not the imperial capital. Please send someone to explain to Mr. Ling later, saying that the third prince may take some time to prepare the bet. Moreover, I will definitely do my job as a notary."

"Oh no, I'd better go there myself." Montero said, "By the way, George, have you seen Mr. Ling's moves clearly just now?"

"No. I feel that he may have made more than one sword, but the speed is too fast." George replied.

"The Hidden Family. It's really that powerful? He should be younger than me, so he has already defeated the ninth-level warrior." Montero said with some self-deprecatingness.

"Young Master, in fact, the momentum and fighting spirit shown by Young Master Ling are only at the eighth level..." George said, "I just don't know if he is really only at the eighth level or has deliberately lowered his cultivation. His swordsmanship is really too exquisite."

...

Ling Feng naturally deliberately lowered his cultivation, otherwise Lu Ku would not be able to attack him at all. And these were naturally for Basten.

In Ling Feng's house, the five girls, Basten and others were all there.

Looking at the look of everyone looking at their eyes as if they were looking at monsters, Ling Feng had to explain: "Okay, stop looking at me like this anymore. If there is any problem, I can't explain it."

"It's almost the same." Gulite stepped forward and punched Ling Feng in the shoulder, and said, "Tell me how you defeated that Luku. I only felt your momentum at that time, which was comparable to me."

"I said that strength does not actually represent a person's strength. It is just the basis of a person's strength." Ling Feng looked at Basten and said, "It is not very reasonable for everyone to habitually divide his strength levels based on his strength. Otherwise, Basten would not be able to defeat a warrior at the top of the ninth level, right?"
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