Someone actually dared to come to Blackwood Cliff to challenge him, which displeased Lin Lang greatly.
But when he reached the foot of the mountain and saw the young man wearing a grass rope, he smiled again.
It was A'Fei.
He could sense that A'Fei's strength had improved considerably.
At that moment, A'Fei was like an unsheathed sword, incomparably sharp.
A'Fei drew his sword and pointed it at Lin Lang. "Draw your sword."
His mother had taught him his sword technique. Supposedly, she had created it from his father's Canglang Sword Techniques and the techniques of other master swordsmen, pursuing speed taken to its utmost extreme.
Thus, A'Fei had only one kind of sword intent: speed.
He had been unable to defeat Shangguan Jinhong before only because his sword had not been fast enough.
He had gone to the Forest of Slaughter to challenge the world's experts, having heard that supreme masters such as Master Dabei would be there too.
Unfortunately, Lin Lang had killed all those people. He did not blame Lin Lang; it only proved that those people were too useless.
He only needed to challenge the strongest.
Yet as he looked at Lin Lang, he kept feeling something strange, as though he had seen this man before.
Clearly, he had not been present on any of the occasions when the Sun Moon Holy Cult's Right Envoy had taken action.
Jiang Xiaoyu was displeased. "You're A'Fei, the Flying Swordsman, right? You want to challenge my master? Get past me first."
As he spoke, he snatched a sword straight out of a nearby cult member's hand and thrust it at A'Fei.
Lin Lang did not stop him. Although he knew A'Fei would certainly win, he also wanted to see how Jiang Xiaoyu's sword training had progressed.
Just as Jiang