Seven-star Sword Master

"How dare you, Jin Dao, ignore me, die, kill..."

As soon as Lu Feipeng entered the golden world, he grabbed the big knife and rushed towards the golden knife.

"Bang bang bang..."

The two fought back and forth. After a few days of sparring, Lu Feipeng was no longer the rookie who could only block one or two hits from the golden sword.

To be frank, he now dares to say that the golden sword may not be able to kill him within ten moves.

If you want to kill Lu Feipeng, you must use eleven moves...

All things are difficult at the beginning. After going through many obstacles at the beginning, he can finally see a glimmer of hope for victory.

Because the recent progress was so great, Lu Feipeng even felt a little lazy.

However, at the thirteenth move, the proud Lu Feipeng accidentally revealed a flaw.

Jin Dao instantly seized the opportunity and attacked with a series of knife strikes, leaving Lu Feipeng without any chance of defense.

"what…"

Finally, under the sixth rapid and fierce attack of the golden knife, Lu Feipeng let out a scream.

The hand holding the sword was chopped off by the golden sword.

"Pfft..."

The seventh knife followed closely, cutting off the head.

When the big knife slashed across, Lu Feipeng's body shattered and then reassembled in an instant.

"Huhuhu..."

Even though he had hovered between life and death countless times in the golden space, the particularly real experience of death was so overwhelming that it made him breathless.

After standing up, Lu Feipeng shouted loudly:

"The knife comes..."

The big knife that was chopped off by the golden knife instantly flew into his hands automatically.

When the big knife appeared in his hand, he immediately felt a sense of confidence arising from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, he seemed to experience the feeling of Wang Yushi, that the world is his with a sword in hand.

With a knife in hand, I have the world!

It was this spontaneous sense of self-confidence that made him feel extremely angry about the process of being beheaded by the golden knife.

It was as if there was a raging fire burning in his heart.

Then, Lu Feipeng, furious, looked at the golden sword and shouted:

"How dare you humiliate me like this? Die, kill..."

Especially the last word "kill", which resounded throughout the entire golden world, as if there was a huge rage in the heart with nowhere to vent.

As Lu Feipeng shouted "Kill", he rushed towards the golden knife.

"Ping-pong-pong..." "Bang-bang-bang..."

The two big swords condensed from golden light kept colliding with each other, making a bang sound from time to time.

Lord Long, who was sleeping drowsily not far away, was suddenly awakened by Lu Feipeng's shout of "kill".

After waking up, Lord Long regained consciousness immediately. He narrowed his dragon eyes and looked at Lu Feipeng who was fighting with the golden sword, and murmured:

"What's going on? How come you can develop this kid's intention by just practicing swordsmanship casually?"

What Long Ye said was right. Since his resurrection, when he held the big knife in his hand again, he seemed to realize that the big knife was in his hand, as if he could use it as easily as with his own arm.

When he was fighting with the golden knife, he wielded the sword in his hand as he pleased.

The benefit of this feeling was that from the very beginning of his sparring with Jin Dao, every time Jin Dao attacked him, he could only react afterward and respond with difficulty.

However, as the fight lasted longer, Lu Feipeng became more and more adept at handling the situation.

After a period of training, he could occasionally find time to launch one or two counterattacks against the impenetrable golden sword.

Although this kind of counterattack was blocked by Jin Dao's casual quick sword every time, for Lu Feipeng, it symbolized a big step forward in his swordsmanship.

The further the competition between the two went, the more he felt like a fish in water.

Although he could not truly defeat Golden Sword at this moment, he believed that this day would not be far away.

On the other side, Lord Long, who was enjoying the fight with great interest, resting his two dragon claws on his chin, suddenly frowned.

Because he could see that at this moment Lu Feipeng's understanding of the way of the sword was improving rapidly at an unimaginable speed.

But as the competition progressed, he found that the pressure from the golden sword seemed not enough.

Just like before, Lu Feipeng was constantly crushed by the power of the golden sword, and his strength and understanding of the sword were improving rapidly at an unimaginable rate.

Because today was the day Lu Feipeng comprehended the meaning of Tao, he was currently in a state similar to sudden enlightenment.

You must know that the longer this state is maintained, the more benefits it will bring to Lu Feipeng.

Especially in this special situation, it can stimulate the individual's potential. The more you oppress him, the more his potential can be stimulated.

I saw Lord Long muttering to himself:

"Is this why he chose you?"

After Lord Long finished saying this, he raised his hand and pointed the nine-clawed dragon claw in the air.

Then two figures appeared, one holding a sword and the other holding a gun. They were the two who had accompanied Lu Feipeng in practicing swordsmanship for the first time.

I saw Lord Long pointing his finger at the void again and shouting in the air: "Go."

With the addition of these two people, the battlefield, which had already fallen into a tense situation, suddenly saw a change.

Originally, Lu Feipeng had shown a relaxed demeanor when dealing with the golden sword, but suddenly, he felt a sudden surge of pressure.

As the pressure doubled, the initial feeling of panic reappeared, and his hands holding the knives had left afterimages at this moment.

Fortunately, the instructions that Lord Long gave to the three people who were bombarding Lu Feipeng were only to further exploit his potential, not to let them torture Lu Feipeng to death.

As time passed, Lu Feipeng, who was in a panic, kept blocking the attacks of the three people within half an foot around him.

However, what Lu Feipeng didn't know was that as he continued to stimulate his potential, his figure in the golden world became more and more illusory.

After seeing this scene, Long Ye nodded in satisfaction and said unconsciously:

"Well, this is the way it should be. Only by continuous exploitation can this epiphany unleash more potential.

The more his potential is squeezed, the faster his figure disappears.

If he can fully squeeze out his potential this time, his body in this world will completely disappear."

However, when he saw Lu Feipeng's body disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, Long Ye subconsciously stretched out his nine claws, touched the two whiskers beside his mouth, and muttered to himself:

"This shouldn't be the case, how could this figure disappear so quickly?

Is it because I put too much pressure on you?

Or is it because this kid is gifted?"

While Lord Long was squinting his eyes to think about something, half of Lu Feipeng's figure had disappeared, and his entire body below his navel had disappeared.

"hiss!"

Seeing this, Long Ye came to his senses and stopped thinking about it. He just muttered to himself:

"Is this the reason why you chose him as your successor?

It's true, such a high level of understanding is rare."

In the blink of an eye, only Lu Feipeng's head was left.

But the strange thing was that the big sword that was no longer held tightly in Lu Feipeng's hands was still floating in the air, constantly resisting the attacks of Jin Dao and the other three.

In just a blink of an eye, all the parts below Lu Feipeng's eyes disappeared without his knowledge. He was still immersed in the battle against the three men with Golden Sword.

This situation continued until his entire body disappeared, and the big knife he had caught in his hand fell from the air, making a sound.

"Clang..."

Ever since Lu Feipeng disappeared, Jin Dao and the other three stood there in a daze, like wooden men who had lost their target.

"Good boy!"

Lord Long kept staring at the place where Lu Feipeng disappeared with his eyes blank.

His thoughts went back to the past, and a young man appeared in his world. The young man bent down and picked up a jade pendant from the ground.

Because the boy had never seen the outside world, he mistook the dragon-shaped jade pendant for an ox-shaped jade pendant and named him "Old Ox."

Scenes flashed through his mind, and Long Ye muttered to himself:

"My old friend, I am sorry for cutting off your roots in that world.

But don't hate me. I brought the kid from your Niu family to this world of immortal cultivation.

From now on, your Niu family will just wait to take root in the world of cultivation and wait to become the number one family in the world of cultivation.

Even if they are a little bolder, it is not impossible to become the largest family in the fairy world in the future.

So, my old friend, please don't blame me for not taking care of your descendants."

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On the other side, Lu Feipeng, who had just woken up, suddenly sat up from the couch.

"Huhuhu..."

As if he was suffocating, he kept gasping for breath.

At this point, the word "sweating profusely" could no longer be used to describe his body; it would be more appropriate to describe it as "soaked in water."

A breeze blew slowly from the window, and a cool feeling instantly came over my heart.

The sweat all over my body, including the sweat on the bed, was instantly turned cold by the breeze.

Lu Feipeng came to his senses instantly. He first raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, but it didn't help.

Because the hands he used to wipe his face were covered in sweat.

Seeing that it was useless once, Lu Feipeng wiped his face again, twice, three times, until the fourth time he finally wiped all the sweat off his face.

He reached out to grab the quilt and squeezed water out with all his strength. Lu Feipeng stood up speechlessly.

However, when he stood up, he found himself weak all over, his limbs were powerless, and he felt a tearing pain in his head.

But he couldn't care less at this time. In his drowsiness, he first cast a cleansing spell on himself.

Then he cast a spell to clean the entire bed.

However, just after he cleaned the bed, a misty gas suddenly came out of the bed.

These are the water vapor formed after the sweat on the bed is swept away by the cleaning technique.

After doing all this, Lu Feipeng fell into bed with a bang and fell asleep.

In another room, Lu Changxing and his wife, who were about to go to bed, suddenly heard this strange noise. Li Hongying said in confusion:

"Boss, what was that sound just now?"

Lu Changxing said impatiently:

"Maybe someone's dog ran into something outside. Okay, Hongying, don't think too much about it. Let's get started quickly."

After saying this, Lu Changxing turned around and pressed Li Hongying under him...

Li Hongying tried hard to suppress her surprise and lowered her voice to exclaim:

"Hey, Brother Xing, slow down..."

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