On the Martial Arts Arena.
Lu Feng moved at an astonishing speed around Lin Jinran and the other two. No matter how their swordplay shifted and changed, they could not touch so much as the hem of his clothes.
Meanwhile, Lu Feng's Little Burial Flower Swordplay continuously left wound after wound upon the three of them. Yet every wound injured only the skin without harming the bone. Blood frequently seeped out, but none of their meridians were damaged in the slightest.
"Too slow. Too disjointed!"
Lu Feng's cool voice rang out beside Lin Jinran's ear, laying bare the flaws in his Gale Thirteen Swords. Not only was there hesitation and sluggishness in his attacks, but his transitions between Sword Moves were indecisive and utterly disconnected. Compared to that Double Wood Swordplay, it fell short by who knew how much.
Bang!
A flash of sword light.
Lin Jinran's longsword was deftly knocked aside by Lu Feng.
Lu Feng's sword then followed the momentum upward, sweeping directly toward the latter's throat.
Yet his purpose was not to kill Lin Jinran, but to draw Lin Manjiang and Lin Baige's attacks over, carrying a hint of besieging Wei to rescue Zhao.
Sure enough, affected by this, the two sword edges that had been poised to attack abruptly changed direction, helping Lin Jinran defend.
A cold, proud smile curved across Lu Feng's lips as he slashed upward with his sword again.
"Your combat experience is still far too lacking!"
As he spoke, Lin Manjiang's longsword was also knocked from his hand by Lu Feng's blade.
Because he habitually wielded a heavy sword, although the longsword had been knocked from his grip, it did not fly too far away.
In that instant of lightning and flint, Lin Manjiang immediately coordinated with Lin Baige beside him. Lin