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This momentum passed in a flash.

For a time, Bei Chenhai thought that what he just saw was illusory.

But when Lin Feng held down the handle of the knife with one hand, the momentum just now emerged from Lin Feng once again.

At this moment, Lin Feng is like a sharp blade that is about to be unsheathed, an invisible power, like a sea like a sea, gurgling, as if to burst out in sync with the knife in his hand.

This is a heart-shattering momentum that people outside the ring can't feel.

From the perspective of others, Lin Feng's temperament at the moment is completely different from that under the ring.

When he stood there, he was a sharp knife!

It can destroy all falsehoods, and it can cut through all unknowns, and no one can match it!

"Beichenhai, a wandering swordsman in Japan!"

Bei Chenhai held the two knives on his waist with both hands, and bowed slightly: "I come from Beichen's family. Fortunately, there are many teachers who have taught me. I am today, Lin Sang, please enlighten me!"

Before the martial arts practitioners compete, they should report to their families, which is respect for the other party.

Jianghu is a very distant word, Beichenhai is the second opponent Lin Feng met in the ring that made him feel the breath of Jianghu.

The last one is gold and silver.

Lin Feng stepped back half a step, clasped his fists with both hands, and responded to him as a person in the rivers and lakes: "Lin Feng, there is no family, no school, no teacher, please!"

The two raised their heads at the same time, nodded at the same time, and then each took a few steps back.

Bei Chenhai pressed the knife with one hand. He had two knives, but unless it was a last resort, the second knife would not be pulled out.

After practicing swords for more than 20 years, after he was 30 years old, there was no one in this world who could let him draw a second sword.

Today, hopefully neither will.

Lin Feng grabbed the knife in his right hand, watched Bei Chenhai stepping on his feet, and immediately distinguished.

Beichen is a slasher!

The swordsmanship school that flourished at the end of the Edo period in Japan, together with the Kagami-shinichi-style and the Shinto-no-mind flow, together are called the three major schools of Edo!

It laid the foundation for the swordsmanship school of the later state, and had a great and profound influence.

The swordsmanship in Japan is different from that of Daxia. Although it originated in Daxia, it is a faction of its own and has gone out of its own way.

Beichen Haihai's footing is extremely stable, and most sword techniques require an extremely solid footing.

Even in a sitting position, it can instantly kill people.

Lin Feng held the knife and didn't move, Bei Chenhai slowly walked around him. Later, he walked faster and faster, almost running.

Bei Chenhai's running posture is very strange, his knees are bent, his feet are silent, and his speed is extremely fast.

Grab the scabbard with the left hand and the handle with the right hand, drawing the knife anytime, anywhere.

Everyone's mood became tense with Bei Chenhai's faster and faster speed.

This is the weapons bureau. Both sides use the knives, and if they are a little careless, the flesh will tear open and the blood will splash.

The previous boxing matches were certainly cruel, but in the end it was just a fistfight.

The lethality of cold weapons cannot be compared with fists and feet.

"drink!"

Bei Chenhai snorted softly, suddenly changed direction, and attacked Lin Feng from the side and rear, his right hand holding the knife clenched tightly, his eyes fixed, and he suddenly drew the knife from three meters away.

"Shh!"

On the ring, the sword light and cold shadows are constantly intertwined.

The sharp blade rolled towards Lin Feng, taking its vital part.

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows lightly, almost as soon as he left, he moved half a step under his feet, and on one side of his body, the knife almost slashed down against the tip of his nose.

The icy blade staggered with his eyes, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Lin Feng raised his left hand slightly, two fingers came quickly, and flicked lightly on his blade.

"clang!"

A crisp metallic sound.

Beichenhai's expression changed instantly.

A gigantic 16-strong force was transmitted from the blade and gathered in the tiger's mouth, almost causing him to hold the blade unsteadily and threw it directly.

"Boom!"

He took a few steps back, and his left hand almost instantly pulled out the second knife.

Five meters back, Bei Chenhai stabilized his body, knelt down on one knee, and pressed his knives to the ground. Like a Dapeng who was about to spread his wings, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Lin Feng in disbelief.

"Good... what a quick response! What a sharp judgment! What a terrifying power!"

Bei Chenhai's mood was almost unstable.

Just this bullet almost broke his defense.

"Hold the grass, so fast!"

"How did this Bei Chenhai practice? How can he shoot so quickly?"

"I didn't see it clearly, I felt a light and shadow flashed, and then it was cut off?"

"I don't have enough eyes!"

The crowd was shocked.

Beichen altitude knife is so fast that the dynamic vision of the naked eye can't keep up.

Zhang Kai and the others did not explain, and Yan Peng also kept his mouth shut and watched intently.

There is no need for commentary in this game, and few people are qualified to comment.

Weapons Bureau, has gone beyond the scope of boxing.

Only the so-called unrestricted and unrestricted fighting of Fighting Island can such a wonderful opponent battle.

Lin Feng looked at him indifferently.

Bei Chenhai let out a few breaths and pursed his lips: Am I not even qualified to let him draw a knife?

Bei Chenhai stood up from the ground, holding the knife in both hands, his right hand trembled slightly, the strength just now made his tiger's mouth faint.

He raised his hands, and two knives, one short and one long, staggered in front of him, colliding lightly, making a "ding" sound.

"I am the last generation of the Beichen family of swordsmen. I inherited the Beichen Yidao style at the age of seven. I left home at the age of 10 and traveled all over the country. I went to the Miyamoto family to practice the second sword style, and I also studied the swordsmanship and morality of Liusheng Shibingwei. After wandering around to find the Taoi Dojo, I practiced the Mirror Heart Chi-sho-ryu left by the predecessors of Chunzo Naozheng..."

Bei Chenhai muttered to himself, as if speaking to himself, and as if speaking to Lin Feng. With these words, he seemed to fall into memory and his emotions stabilized.

Huo Ran, his pupils were fixed, and he looked at Lin Feng: "This year, I am 33 years old...for 25 years of practicing swordsmanship, no one of the same generation in the country can beat me. Going up a generation, I also have a chance to be 50 years old. Ask the Grandmaster!"

"This knife..."

He raised the short knife in his left hand: "Five years ago, no one could let me draw a second knife. Twenty-five years of hard work, and for hundreds of years, the school of swordsmanship in the country has penetrated into me. In the past five years, I have collected the essence of hundreds of schools..."

Having said this, he fixed Lin Feng and raised his voice: "Lin Sang, please use the knife, I want to know how big the gap between me and you is!"

"Even if I die in this battle, I don't regret it!"

Looking at the man with obsession in his eyes, Lin Feng was full of fighting spirit.

He slowly raised the saber and stroked the blade with his fingers: "This saber has a handle of five inches and five inches, a blade of two feet six inches and a quarter of a centimeter, and two sharp edges. The blade is slightly curved instead of a sword. Tang Dasao!"

Hearing this, Bei Chenhai was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes showed gratitude. He bowed again and saluted: "Lin Sang, thank you!"

He knew that Lin Feng was going to shoot!

He was finally able to see that this man, who was many years younger than himself, used a sword technique unique to Da Xia!

Winning or losing was irrelevant to him.

It is his luck to be able to play against such a person.

Even if he can no longer hold a knife and walk around the world in the second half of his life, he will not regret it!

"call!"

Lightly breathing, Bei Chenhai held a knife in both hands, and his body sank slightly.

The next second, like the best assassin, he showed extremely fast speed, but silently attacked Lin Feng.

Three meters away, his hands were one high and one low, one positive and one negative, and the two knives staggered up and down and slashed at Lin Feng's key points.

Lin Feng's hand holding the knife lightly paused, and after a while, the Tang knife commanded like an arm, showing its full brilliance in his hand.

There were no fancy moves. Facing the double swords that came almost at the same time and blocked all his retreats, Lin Feng single-handedly fell from the top and swept out.

"Clang clang clang!"

There was a sound of gold and iron clashing incessantly.

In Lin Feng's hands, the Tang Da Dao seemed to be transformed into several knives, and it was easy to seal the landing point of the two knives.

Breaking through his almost blocked attack with ease, Lin Feng turned from defense to offense, and each knife was extremely cunning.

Bei Chenhai felt that there were knives in every direction.

It was only the first time they fought, but it was Bei Chenhai's state at the moment.

At a glance, you can see that this person has been immersed in the sword art for more than 20 years, and he can achieve such achievements, which cannot be achieved without continuous hard work day and night.

Without the will beyond ordinary people, it is impossible to reach such a level at such an age.

"This is a plum-blossom knife, not delicate, not gorgeous, only a few simple tricks, but it has the courage to kill the enemy!"

"This is a Tai Chi knife, soft and firm, and it can instantly slash enemies from a few meters away!"

"This is a gossip knife. It can be used to attack and defend one side with a knife. Punctuality is like a rock, and I am as stable as a rock. I am as stable as a rock. Attacking is like an enemy coming from all directions, and one blade can turn a hundred blades!"

"This is a Shaolin single-knife 18 rolls. The number of extremes in the knife can easily kill an enemy that is several times my size!"

"But the same goal is achieved by different paths. In the final analysis, the skills of the sword are nothing more than eight characters. I call them the eight methods of the sword!"

Having said this, Lin Feng stopped abruptly, and Bei Chenhai took advantage of this moment to take a breath.

I saw Lin Feng's knife handle lightly pulled, and a knife flower appeared.

He looked at the tip of the knife, and in the next second, his momentum suddenly changed, like an avalanche tsunami, a huge wave hit, and thousands of horses and thousands of troops were coming!

"The so-called eight methods, sweep..."

Lin Feng held the knife and swept towards him.

Beichenhai felt that he was a small boat in a huge wave, and it would capsize at any time.

In the face of this sweeping knife, he had two knives in front of him.

"clang!"

Bei Chenhai was knocked back half a meter and looked up in shock.

"hack!"

"boom!"

The second knife hit the ground.

"dial!"

"cut!"

"Plunder!"

"Nai!"

"sudden!"

With seven knives in a row, Bei Chenhai's clothes were soaked with sweat, and his whole body was tightly attached to the cage post.

"The eighth method..." Lin Feng raised his eyes to look at him, the electric light in his eyes reappeared, and he said lightly: "Cut!"

Raised with both hands, a simple and unpretentious knife slashed in the air.

Bei Chenhai tried his last strength to set up his two knives, but he knew that it was useless, it was nothing more than a gesture.

"Shh!"

He slashed with one knife, but stopped half an inch above the two knives he raised.

The mountain-like pressure suddenly disappeared.

Lin Feng did not cut off the knife in the end.

He took a few steps back, closed the knife and clasped his fist: "This is the Daxia sword technique, let it go!"

Bei Chenhai's legs were weak, and he was about to bow when he heard a "click".

He seemed to have guessed something and looked back.

The octagonal cage on the top of the head behind him, the connection between the cage columns, is staggered, and the horizontal column is actually broken.

A pillar was slashed in the air, fell from the octagonal cage alone, and rolled under the ring.

Bei Chenhai took a deep breath, if this knife was cut off, he would have been divided into two at this moment.

"Lin Sang, thank you!"

Bei Chenhai stood up straight, bowed deeply, turned and walked towards the cage door.

The referee opened the door and he went down.

The referee looked at the octagonal cage that was cut off, revealing a space, and then looked at Lin Feng who was still holding the knife, gulping his saliva, and directly announced from a few meters: "Lin Feng, win!"

"boom!"

Around the audience, tens of thousands of people erupted into huge cheers.

"It's so fucking amazing!"

"It's the first time I've seen the Weapons Bureau play so beautifully."

"Cow batch, cattle batch, cattle batch!"

[Duck King]: Everyone slapped Brother Lin on the public screen!

"What martial arts master, my brother Lin is the king of swordsmanship!"

"It's so handsome. Although I didn't see a single move in the series of knives just now, it doesn't prevent me from admiring Brother Lin!"

Few people on the scene understand cold weapons, even Yan Peng does not understand.

He couldn't explain the situation at all.

in the major boxing gyms.

A group of elders sighed in admiration after seeing it.

"Tai Chi Knife, Plum Blossom Knife, Bagua Knife, Single Knife Eighteen Rolls... He has practiced the Eight Techniques of the Knife to the extreme!"

"Master, what are the eight methods in the sword? The legendary martial arts secret book?"

"Wrong!" The old master said: "The so-called eight methods in the knife are the basics of the knife, sweeping, splitting, plucking, slashing, sweeping, slashing, slashing, and thrusting! To be able to practice these simple styles to the extreme, what Tai Chi plum blossom gossip Knives, what Shaolin single-knife 18 rolls, all of them are pretentious!"

"The swordsmanship is natural, the moves are only used to respond to the enemy's moves. The simplest foundation is the most powerful swordsmanship!"

"What a powerful boy, no family, no school, no teacher? Hehe, I'm humble."

...

In the ring, Lin Feng was about to step down when the voice of the system sounded in his mind.

"[The Emperor of the Octagonal Cage] is triggered, congratulations to the host for obtaining [Confusion]"

[Confusion]: By showing the enemy's weakness, and constantly spraying blood, the opponent will lower his guard.

Lin Feng: ? ? ?

I use this thing?

Lin Feng stepped down, just sat down, wiped his sweat, and the previous staff member came over again.

He handed over another document in his hand: "Mr. Lin, please sign."

Lin Feng didn't ask, just picked it up and looked at it.

After reading it, I was not angry and signed my name.

Cui Guanghui asked, "It's the Weapons Bureau again?"

Lin Feng shook his head: "Let me not be able to use the same weapon next time."

"Grass!" Conservation such as Cui Guanghui, couldn't help but burst out a foul language: "Is this fighting island sick?"

"What? Can't use the same weapon?"

"Intentionally, this is intentional! Against my brother Lin!"

"With such an obvious suppression, no one cares?"

"Fuck it, this is Fighting Island, the biggest family, how do you care? Who cares?"

"That is, Brother Lin has to fulfill his last wish, otherwise he will go to hell!"

"Does Tianhe Group also care?"

"Tianhe Group can't control this matter. No rules means that people can limit the rules as they want. The final interpretation right is on Fighting Island. How do you control it?"

Zhang Kai said: "Fighting Island is a bit unkind."

Jiang Haidao: "Is it too irregular to do this?"

"It's not a formal place." Yan Peng shook his head and said, "If you change to other events or organizations, the rules are the rules, and no one can change them. But this is the fighting island."

The implication is that Fighting Island has its own rules. If you choose this place, you have to prepare for all this.

But to Lin Feng, it doesn't matter.

You come to be clear or yin, there is no essential difference to him.

Just like a boxing match, as long as you have all kinds of skills and experience, I will do my best.

Cui Guanghui cursed angrily and asked, "Is there a second game today?"

"I don't know." Lin Feng shook his head.

Just after finishing speaking, the staff member came over again.

He was also weeping in his heart.

Who could have imagined that he just signed Lin Feng according to the job requirements, and as a result, so many people scolded him.

He had just gone back that way when hundreds of spectators scolded him, and he didn't dare to retort.

As for the angry attitude of the audience, he dared to guarantee the ticket, as long as he dared to talk back, the audience would jump down and beat him in minutes.

But this has nothing to do with him, he is a staff member.

"Mr. Lin." The staff squeezed out a smile: "In forty minutes, you will have the second boxing match."

"it is good."

Lin Feng doesn't matter, you can arrange it however you want. It's best to finish the rest of the boxing match today, then he has to thank the fighting field instead.

Although he knew there might not be anything to ask, he still asked, "How many games am I going to play today?"

The staff smiled bitterly: "Mr. Lin, I really don't know, I'm only responsible for informing you."

"The next game is the Weapons Bureau?"

"Yes, but you can't use a knife anymore."

"Okay, you go."

"Well, Mr. Lin, if you need anything, please let us know at any time."

The staff also ran away.

The limitation of weapons is useless to him.

He can kill the opponent without using weapons.

He estimates that there are definitely more than two games on the schedule today.

Even if the next game is over, there may be a third, or even a fourth.

However, does he think Fighting Island takes himself too seriously?

Do you really think you can use this method to make him lose a boxing match?

"Want to use the wheel battle to consume my stamina?"

"Do you think any cat or dog can consume me to death?"

Lin Feng was talking to himself, thinking in his heart.

"Want to raise the odds?"

"It's a pity, I didn't have this chance."

He could probably guess the idea of ​​Fighting Island, leaving him less than an hour of rest between each game.

Coupled with these people who are constantly playing, they slowly grind themselves and raise the odds to 3, 4, 5 or even higher in this way.

As long as he shows a little bit of fatigue, or gets injured in the fight, then the next boxing match, under this double pressure, his odds may indeed be pulled up.

As long as they rise, all these people have to do is to buy themselves to win, and they can easily profit.

This method may be effective for ordinary people, but in front of him, it can't play the slightest role.

After thinking about it for a while, he closed his eyes and rested, waiting for the second game.

...

Zhang Kaidao: "The time for the second boxing match today has been determined. It is just 40 minutes later, and the time is very tight."

Zhou Lingling said, "Don't you give me any rest time?"

"That's how it looks at the moment."

"It's not bad. What I'm most afraid of now is, is there a third game after the second game? The fourth game? If the interval between each game is only forty minutes, then for Lin Feng, it is very disadvantageous."

Yan Pengdao: "It takes half an hour for the spinach company to determine the odds at the fastest. Forty minutes, they are almost equal to brushing this time to decide."

"Shameless! Shameless."

"Paralysis, how can there be such a person."

"It's simple, if Brother Lin really can't hold it anymore, the odds will increase every minute, so it's good to make money."

"The world of capitalists, learned."

Yesterday, Fighting Island arranged three games in a row, and no one paid attention.

But today, Lin Feng was told ten minutes in advance that it was the weapons bureau, and then after the first round was over, he told him that the second round would start in forty minutes, and that the same weapons could not be used.

This series of riotous actions made everyone angry.

Even the best-tempered person can't stand such targeted treatment.

On the Internet, the eighteenth generations of the ancestors of the fighting field have been greeted again.

More powerful netizens have found all the names and photos of the top of the fighting arena.

Presidential suite, these executives are not paying attention to what is going on online.

They watched Lin Feng's first scene, and their expressions were not very good-looking.

"He even plays with weapons so well, why do I have a bad feeling."

"Look at it." The man with glasses said: "A person's physical strength is limited, and he must not be able to hold on today."

Forty minutes soon had fifteen minutes left.

Lin Feng saw his opponent in the second game.

A man in his early thirties, with a body similar to Bei Chenhai, with short hair and tattoos on his arms and legs.

There is a scar on his face, extending from his left ear to the corner of his left mouth, like a savage centipede.

His weapon is a knife, a machete.

This person's clothes and temperament made Lin Feng somewhat uncertain.

But he didn't need to know the identity of the other party, he got up and walked towards the weapon rack, hesitated for a moment, and grabbed a four-edged mace.

The mace, also known as the iron whip, is generally used with double mace, and the method of use is very rough and simple.

Just smash!

This thing can't be played by ordinary people, and people who are not strong can't use it.

The weight of a single mace is about 20 to 50 kg, which is very heavy.

Lin Feng weighed it and sighed that Fighting Island is also ruthless. This trump card is at least 80 pounds, even a professional boxer can't easily dance.

He grabbed it at will, easily lifted it in his hand, and returned to his position.

Cui Guanghui asked, "What did you choose?"

"I don't know, I just took it when I saw it." Lin Feng said: "It looks a bit like a mallet."

"...You're really a stick, even if you're not familiar with it?"

"Then what can I do, I won't let me use the knife." Lin Feng looked regretful, then looked around and frowned, "Can I change it?"

"..." Cui Guanghui slapped his face: "I guess I won't let you change."

"I'll try." He walked towards the weapon rack with his mace, and just two steps away, the staff member ran over again: "Mr. Lin, once you have selected a weapon, it cannot be replaced."

"I just took it down to see what it was."

"That doesn't work either." The staff were about to cry: "Mr. Lin, please don't make me embarrassed."

"Um."

Nodding, Lin Feng grabbed the mace and returned to his position.

He just pretended to be like this, wanting to see how targeted the Fighting Island was to him.

His actions made the executives in the room watching the live broadcast burst into laughter.

"What is this thing called?" Xie Ding middle-aged man asked.

"It seems to be called a mace. It's quite heavy, and it has to weigh forty or fifty pounds."

"This is more than that, this one weighs 80 pounds," said the only tallest man in the room.

His name is Lupero, a non-Lebanon, a former boxer, and the only person who has become a member of the board of directors of Fight Island as a boxer.

A lifetime of experience is legendary.

"This is the weapon used by the ancient generals of Daxia. It is very unpopular. It is only used by some people who are born with divine power. He actually chooses this."

Lupero smoked a cigar, smiled, and said, "I would like to see how many weapons he can play."

Ten minutes before the second boxing match, the odds for the second match came out.

Tang Yaohui, odds of 11.

Lin Feng, odds 1.

As he expected, in this game, he pulled the odds to the bottom again, and there was no room for profit.

From the odds, you can see how big the gap between the two is.

Ten minutes passed quickly.

The referee's voice came from the octagonal cage.

"Please come on the boxers from both sides!"

Tang Yaohui lifted the towel and walked onto the stage wearing a simple white sleeveless vest.

But wherever the clothes can't cover, there are tattoos, and the whole body is full of arrogance.

Especially those eyes, they are all cruel, making people dare not look directly.

Lin Feng walked up to the stage, the referee said "start" and ran off.

The octagonal cage has been replaced with a new one.

Tang Yaohui stared at the mace in his hand, spit out a mouthful of saliva, walked towards him, and said as he walked, "You are Lin Feng? Do you know who I am?"

Lin Feng smiled and shook his head: "Who are you?"

"pick!"

Tang Yaohui scolded: "I don't even know?"

He pointed to his nose and said loudly: "I have a lot of names. Everyone says that I am the number one quick knife of Fortune Star, the number one mad dog, and the number one duel king. They call me Pu Jiehui, Rotten Zaihui, Brother Hui... "

"But I prefer them to call me... Dao Zihui!"

Five meters in front of Lin Feng, he suddenly stopped, and the arrogance on his face suddenly disappeared.

He took off the white cloth strip tied around his waist, and wrapped it around his fist and forearm slowly.

Memories flashed in his eyes: "I joined the club at the age of eight, and at the age of seventeen I became a member of Fuxing Yuen Long. The guy opened the incense altar and asked me to take a job, and I was promoted to a red stick, I am now the last double-flower red stick of Fortune Star!"

The last piece of cloth was wrapped, he opened his mouth to bite the blade, twisted his neck, made a "kaka" sound, moved his wrist, took the knife in his hand, and said savagely: "The boss holds me, I can't help but I'll be good, I cut you today, and tomorrow I'll be the youngest Fuxing in the gym!"

When the last word fell, he grabbed the machete and slashed towards Lin Feng with awe-inspiring aura.

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[The second one is in writing...].