When Lin Shenpo talked about rising, he pointed with one hand, and a flying sword flew into the air and hovered above his head.
With another casual move, twelve chess pieces flew into the air and formed a formation in the air, surrounding the flying sword in the air from all directions.
The flying sword flew into this formation, dancing in and out, as if fighting a powerful enemy. And the twelve chess pieces were also circling and flying, fighting with the flying swords.
It is said that in addition to being obsessed with kendo, Lin Shenpo also likes chess. Many people thought that he was playing with things to lose his ambition, but now it seems that the chess pieces in his hands are not weak magic weapons.
The Qi Refining Stage monks sitting below were dazzled and fascinated.
Even Shan Hu, the elder of Shuangfenggu Foreign Affairs sitting on the high platform, praised: “I have heard of Lin Shenpo’s reputation as a master of chess and sword before. When I saw him today, he was indeed well-deserved.”
“Where, where, brother Shan is overly praised.” Xu Yishan, who was accompanying him, was humble and polite again.
Shan Ying kept a cold face, but when he heard the conversation between the two, a trace of disdain appeared on his face.
Shan Ying, who has always been proud, disdains this kind of showmanship.
Lin Shenpo talked a lot and demonstrated a lot before the lecture came to an end.
“No matter how much I talk, it’s just empty talk. I wonder if you have learned anything after listening for so long?”
“If you think you have learned something, you can come up and demonstrate.”
After listening to Lin Shenpo’s words, many of the monks sitting below looked eager to try.
In the area where the Zhao family monks were, a monk jumped up directly and onto the high platform in front of him.
“Junior Zhao Dong, after listening to the lectures given by his seniors, felt as if he was enlightened and felt that he had gained a lot.”
“This junior is not talented, so I am willing to demonstrate it to everyone.”
Lin Shenpo glanced at Zhao Dong, who was the first to take the stage.
“It’s not interesting to demonstrate alone. Do you want to find an opponent for you?”
“I just want to do it, but I don’t dare to ask for help. The younger generation also thinks that two people fighting swords is far more interesting than one person dancing alone.”
“But there is no need to trouble seniors to designate opponents, juniors have already chosen their opponents.”
Having said this, Zhao Dong looked at Meng Zhang below the high platform.
“Headmaster Meng is the head of Taiyi Sect, and the younger generation has long admired his name. Today is a rare opportunity. I wonder if Mr. Meng is willing to teach me a thing or two.”
Looking at Zhao Dong’s provocative gaze, Meng Zhang’s face was full of disdain.
“The clown is just here to test the sword for myself.”
Meng Zhang jumped directly onto the high platform without any hesitation.
“I am in a good mood today, so I will give you some tips.”
The anger flashed across Zhao Dong’s face. A mere so-called leader of an unpopular sect, he really takes himself seriously.
“I’m not afraid of the wind blowing my tongue. I don’t know who will give me advice.”
Lin Shenpo didn’t have time to listen to the two people’s bickering, so he announced directly.
“You can start.”
After Zhao Dong heard this, he immediately drew his sword.
A khaki flying sword came out of its sheath, circled above his head, and stabbed Meng Zhang directly.
Meng Zhang raised his left hand, and the flying sword wrapped around his wrist wrapped around his finger and flew out of his hand. The originally soft sword immediately straightened up and flew directly into the sky.
The two people who took action were both Qi Refining Stage monks. Without the spiritual consciousness of the Foundation Establishment Stage monks, they naturally could not control the sword with their gods like the Foundation Establishment Stage monks.
The common method used by monks in the Qi refining stage to control swords is to use Qi to control swords, and use true energy to control the flying swords that have been sacrificed.
The range of the sword control with the air sword is not large, and the sword can only be controlled within the visual range. The attack range of the flying sword is generally only a few tens of feet.
Given the area of this high platform, it is enough for two people to perform.
Also at the seventh level of Qi Refining, Meng Zhang is far ahead of Zhao Dong in terms of his skills and swordsmanship.
For Meng Zhang, defeating the opponent is not a problem at all, and he must win beautifully.
Of course Meng Zhang would not use the sword techniques he had practiced in such a public sword show. He just casually used a few flying sword assassination techniques, which was enough for Zhao Dong to drink a pot.
The flying sword circled around the finger and Rou took the initiative to meet Zhao Dong’s flying sword, and the two flying swords fought in the air.
Compared with the opponent’s broad sword body, Zhirou appears particularly small and compact.
However, each thrust of Rouzhirou was extremely precise, directly hitting several key points on the opponent’s sword body and hilt.
Feijian, like people, also has vital points and weaknesses.
When refining the flying sword, the restrictions placed on the flying sword will inevitably have weaknesses. These weaknesses are exactly the weaknesses of Feijian.
When Zhao Dong released the flying sword, the flying sword was fierce and powerful. However, after a fight with Zhou Zhirou, the Feijian sword trembled violently and its movements were severely deformed.
A series of crisp knocking sounds sounded, and the flying sword released by Zhao Dong kept retreating in the air, and was softly hit by the fingers and flew far away.
Ruanzhirou did not continue to pursue Feijian, but directly killed Zhao Dong.
Seeing Meng Zhang’s flying sword attack, Zhao Dong was a little panicked.
While pinching the seal, he wanted to quickly recall his flying sword. While activating the protective weapon, a small shield appeared in front of the body.
With a flexible twist of his fingers, he avoided Zhao Dong’s protective magical weapon and directly stabbed Zhao Dong’s head.
Seeing that Zhao Dong, who was unable to dodge, was about to be stabbed by a flying sword, the children of the Zhao family who were sitting below stood up nervously.
Even Zhao Jiudou, the always calm elder of the Zhao family, felt nervous.
Although I knew that Meng Zhang would not dare to kill people at will on such occasions, it would be terrible if this boy, young and energetic, really wanted to seriously injure Zhao Dong on impulse.
While the head of the family, Zhao Yanbei, was not at home, Zhao Jiudou took advantage of the situation to expand his power. Zhao Dong is his important supporter, not only a close confidant, but also the implementer of some plans.
Under everyone’s nervous gaze, the scene of Zhao Dong’s death did not appear.
Meng Zhang is not a fool, how could he turn the Linshan Sect’s happy day into a blood-splattered scene.
The flying sword flew around Zhao Dong’s head softly, not only cutting off his bun, but also a soft force coming from the flying sword, which made Zhao Dong’s eyes black and his head dizzy. , couldn’t react for a long time.
The flying sword and small shield released by Zhao Dong lost control and fell to the high platform.
Withdrawing the flying sword and wrapping it around his fingers, Meng Zhang said to Zhao Dong: “I don’t know how much you can learn from this advice.”
Meng Zhang’s attitude made some mature monks feel slightly unhappy, but the younger generation of monks found it really satisfying to be slapped in the face.
Looking at Zhao Dong’s swaying body, Zhao Jiudou jumped directly to the high platform with a livid face.
Throwing Zhao Dong and the magic weapon on the ground to the Zhao family below, Zhao Jiudou first saluted Lin Shenpo.
“Senior Lin, Master Meng has great swordsmanship. This junior is so happy to see Hunter Xin that he also wants to ask for advice.”