After becoming an undercover agent of Xianmen, I won by lying down

Chapter 57 I also want to pull him off the altar

"My sword has a little bit of my own consciousness. I'm afraid that he won't be able to control it when he sees the beauty, and it will escape my control."

Feng Ling is indeed beautiful, a very heroic beauty, every move is like a female general who is fighting on the battlefield.

As for the Blood Bamboo Sword and Sword Spirit, it's a little bit better.

So Shen Fu really didn't trust that lustful sword.

Feng Ling groaned, obviously a little stunned.

Shen Fu pursed his lips and smiled, "I learned something from the third ring guard, please teach me, senior sister."

"it is good."

It's rare for Fengling to see such an interesting junior sister, with bare hands, so let her see how Elder Fu Xin looks at accepting disciples.

The flute in her hand moved up to her lips, Feng Ling held it horizontally with both hands, and the aggressive notes came out one after another.It wasn't that it was unpleasant, but the pitch was very high, sending waves of sound around him. Shen Fu was in the middle of it, and he was also deeply affected by it.

It’s interesting, Yinxiu’s methods are really eye-opening.

Shen Fu rushed towards the notes one by one. Bare fists are close combat, but there are sound waves all around Fengling, so it is really difficult for Shen Fu to get close to fight.

The tune went from slow to fast, and the notes came towards Shen Fu faster and faster.

Shen Fu frowned slightly and used his hands and feet to knock away one note after another.

"It's not an option to be passive like this."

Shen Fu gritted his teeth, endured the pain from the sound waves hitting him, and approached Fengling step by step.

Yinxiu's main attack power is her instrument, so what if the instrument in her hand is gone?

Seeing Shen Fu approaching, Feng Ling never thought that someone would choose to endure the pain of the sound waves rolling over her body and come to her. Before she could react for a moment, Shen Fu had already reached out and knocked her flute away.

At that moment, Feng Ling wanted to bend down to pick up the weapon, but Shen Fu never gave her this chance, and punched Feng Ling on the shoulder.

"hiss"

Feng Ling was beaten and took two steps back, directly reaching the edge of the ring.

Shen Fu took advantage of the victory and pursued him with a horizontal kick, but Feng Ling jumped up and dodged it.Immediately afterwards, there were consecutive left and right punches. Fengling could only keep dodging according to Shen Fu's habitual direction of punching, but if this continued, her physical strength would be exhausted.

Therefore, the flute must be picked up!

"Sister, stop thinking about the flute."

Shen Fu glanced at the flute at his feet, then kicked it off the ring.

"If you fight against a real enemy in the future, and the flute in Senior Sister's hand is useless, is Senior Sister going to sit and wait for death?"

Shen Fu smiled, and directly punched Feng Ling one last time, hitting people in the face impartially.

Rong Zhao looked terrified: "!"

Feng Ling turned her head away after being beaten, and stretched out her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, "Of course I won't sit still and wait for death!"

This sentence reminded her of the female warrior of the Demon Race, she had said similar things when she was completely crushed by her and couldn't move.

"Except for the flute, do you have no ability to save your life? Are all music repairers as incompetent as you?"

Later, she lost consciousness, and when she woke up, she returned to Liyang Sect.

Feng Ling was also a swordsman before learning music theory, but the master thought her talent in sword practice was too poor, so she changed her major.But over the years, she has never slack off her sword skills for a moment.

Stretching his right hand to the side, he held an ice-blue sword in his hand.

"Please teach me with sword moves, junior sister."

The Frost Snow Sword is a rare sword dedicated to women. Although its power is not as powerful as the Excalibur, its forging material surpasses most swords in the world.

"Blood Bamboo Sword, please teach me, Senior Sister!"

The two swords, one red and one blue, faced each other, and the eyes of Shen Fu and Feng Ling met. Both sides saw in each other's eyes the will to win.

When the two swords met, sparks were drawn directly. Shen Fu moved the sword away first, and then made a sword move. A fire-breathing dragon roared and approached Fengling.

Feng Ling didn't lag behind, and used the Frost Snow Sword to catch it, but she kept retreating, and finally stopped at the edge.

Feng Ling knew that she would definitely not be able to defeat Shen Fu who had systematically practiced swords, but she also wanted to know where her limit was.So as long as she still has one breath or is still in the ring, she has to hold on.

"Junior sister is indeed very strong!"

"Senior Sister is not bad, but I am afraid that Senior Sister won't last long."

Shen Fu made the last move, the blood bamboo sword turned into countless swords and went towards Fengling in a rain of swords. Each sword was endowed with Shen Fu's spell, and it would really hurt to death if it fell on the body.

"Fengling!"

Rong Zhao was worried in the arena, annoyed why Feng Ling was so stubborn, she insisted on knowing that she would lose if she lost the flute, but at the same time she hoped that Shen Fu would be more gentle.

But he couldn't say anything more, because this was a battle between them, and it seemed unfair for him to meddle in his own business.

Feng Ling bit her lower lip, she couldn't sit still and wait for death, so she could only use swordsmanship to fight back.

The imagined pain did not fall on his body, and Shen Fu escaped the sword rain just now with his arms around Fengling's waist.

"Junior Sister Shen Fu..."

Feng Ling blushed a little, and quickly pushed Shen Fu away and stepped back, "I just heard from the elder and other disciples how strong Junior Sister Shen Fu is, but now the opponent, so to speak, I am suddenly looking forward to the duel between you and Senior Brother Rong Yan, That must be wonderful!"

Shen Fu put away the blood bamboo sword, and was not humble: "I fought with Senior Brother Rong Yan before, and I was slightly injured. But what Senior Sister said is right, and now I am also looking forward to fighting Senior Brother Rong Yan again .”

There are many ways to ruthlessly pull down the first genius of the immortal sect from the altar, and the "seductiveness of Israel" mentioned in the scriptures is one of them.But Shen Fu felt that if possible, it would be the most enjoyable to beat him to the sword in front of everyone, take away his reputation as a genius, and trample him under his feet.

However, Shen Fu also knew that if he kept using immortal magic to fight Rong Yan, the possibility of his victory would be very low.Therefore, she would not object to using the method in the human world, just to see which one has the faster effect.

Feng Ling couldn't help laughing, "If there is such a day, you must invite me to be the audience. I am really looking forward to the way Senior Brother Rong Yan is defeated."

As long as Feng Ling could remember, she had never seen Rong Yan fail.Even against a senior who is much stronger than him, it is still a tie even if he is scarred.

This is also one of the reasons why Rong Yan is called the first genius.

"must!"

By then, Rong Yan will not be the only one.

Shen Fu smiled coldly, and then replaced Feng Ling's flag with the flag of his own name, "Senior sister accepts."

Feng Ling shook her head, "You got it with your own strength. After this battle, I also saw my shortcomings, and I will improve myself more in the future."

Rong Zhao hurried over to support Feng Ling, he was really happy about the progress of his own junior sister, but he was helpless about Feng Ling's stubbornness.

"I'll heal you first."

(End of this chapter)