Douluo: I am the peerless swordsman, protector of Qian Renxue.

Did you see Chapter 3 clearly?
"Who are you, and why did you break into our Pope's Palace!"

Ju Douluo's eyes were quite heavy, and he was very afraid of the person in front of him.

Flying on the sword, the person in front of him was clearly a superb swordsman.

On the mainland, there are only a handful of swordsmen who can fly with swords.

Luo Chenxin, the Sword Fighter of the Qibao Glazed Sect, is considered one.

There is another person, the one on Hidden Sword Peak.

Sword Dou Luo Chenxin is already in his sixties, and the person in front of him is very young, and there is no way he is Sword Dou Luo Chenxin.

Then, he can only be the one on Hidden Sword Peak.

Thinking of this, Ju Douluo's heart tightened, and infinite fear filled his heart.

The person on Hidden Sword Peak is a person that even the great worshipers are afraid of.

But the one on Hidden Sword Peak and their Wuhun Palace have always been in harmony with each other.

Why suddenly, that one came to their papal palace.

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo looked at each other.

Although they were full of fear towards Ling Feng, Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo still firmly stopped Ling Feng.

Lingfeng glanced at Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo indifferently.

Time waits for no one, and I don't bother to explain to them.

A sharp sword energy shot out from his eyes and struck towards them.

Seeing this, Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo flashed a look of horror on their faces.

Not daring to neglect for a moment, they quickly activated their soul power.

He condensed his soul power to defend himself against the oncoming sword energy.

After hastily neutralizing Ling Feng's sword energy, Ghost Douluo and Ju Douluo knew how terrifying each other was.

Don't even dare to have a trace of neglect.

The two sacrificed their martial souls at the same time and activated the martial soul fusion technique.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill: Bipolar Stationary Field!"

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo roared loudly.

Together, they launched martial soul fusion skills to forcibly stop time on this side.

"Phew~!"

"I advise you to be kind!"

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo were just about to activate the martial soul fusion skill - Bipolar Stillness Field.

However, in the next moment, a sword was suddenly placed on their necks.

The blade of the long sword exudes a cold light, which is frightening and chilling to the soul.

Ling Feng held a long sword and placed it on the necks of Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo at the same time.

His eyes were calm and his voice was indifferent as he preached to them.

So fast!

A crystal clear long sword was placed on the neck, and for a moment, frightening thoughts flashed through the hearts of Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

Cold sweat ran down their cheeks.

As long as this sword advances one more inch, it will advance one more inch.

They saw blood on the spot and their heads fell to the ground!
The long sword on their necks threatened their lives, so Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo didn't dare to move.

Their martial soul fusion skill, the Bipolar Stationary Field, was also forced to terminate.

Ling Feng came to be Qian Renxue's protector, not to create massacres with Wuhun Palace.

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo are both the top combat powers of Wuhun Palace, so Ling Feng will not really take their lives.

Ling Feng put away his sword, passed them both, and entered the Pope's Palace directly.

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo knew the gap between them.

Ling Feng really wanted to take their lives, and they were already dead just now.

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo thought about it and realized that they were no match for Ling Feng.

In the entire Pope's Palace, no one was Ling Feng's opponent.

The two of them left the Pope's Palace together and went to the Enshrinement Hall to find the great enshrinement.

In the entire Wuhun City, only the Great Priest can fight to a draw with Ling Feng.

In the Pope's Palace, Ling Feng followed the system's instructions and came to the main hall where Xiao Qian Renxue was without any hindrance.

I saw Xiao Qian Renxue holding a wooden sword and practicing her sword alone in the hall.

The little girl has a serious face and a determined look.

She is beautiful in her bones, already tall and graceful at a young age, and every sword move she practices shows her seriousness. The sword styles practiced by Qian Renxue are all basic sword styles.

Cut, tease, pick, cut, push, stab, chop!
After performing a set of sword moves, Qian Renxue's forehead was dripping with sweat.

She put the wooden sword aside and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her clean white sleeves.

Wipe the sweat from your head.

Then he picked up the wooden sword beside him again and started practicing again.

He was concentrating on practicing the sword style without noticing that there was an extra person in the hall.

Ling Feng saw Qian Renxue practicing swordsmanship seriously, and saw the shadow of his own swordsmanship in her body, which was quite touched in his heart.

Therefore, he did not immediately step forward to interrupt her, but took the time to watch her practice her sword.

As the final boss, Qian Renxue’s talent is beyond words.

She only practiced a set of sword moves once before she mastered them.

Drawing inferences from one example, two different sword moves were deduced based on that set of sword moves.

"Pah pah pah~!"

Ling Feng clapped his hands in approval and stepped forward.

Suddenly hearing a sound, Qian Renxue walked towards the sword practice and paused.

The whole person suddenly became alert.

His eyes were full of vigilance as he looked at Ling Feng, who was clapping his palms.

Holding the wooden sword tightly with both hands, he faced Ling Feng.

She made a fighting gesture towards Ling Feng who was walking towards her.

"Who are you!"

The blade of the wooden sword was pointed at the opponent. Qian Renxue was like a cat with exploded fur, staring at the opponent warily and questioning the opponent.

"Ling Feng!" Ling Feng answered Qian Renxue's question indifferently.

"You stop!"

"Don't come here. If you come here again, I will attack you!"

Seeing Ling Fengxia coming over, Qian Renxue instinctively felt a hint of danger and tightened her grip on the sword in her hand.

Ling Feng ignored her threat and walked slowly in front of her.

Seeing that Ling Feng still ignored his threats, Qian Renxue didn't tolerate him.

He raised the sword in both hands and slashed at him heavily.

Facing Qian Renxue's attack, Ling Feng responded calmly throughout.

He just stretched out two fingers lightly, and the index finger and middle finger easily clamped the wooden sword that was slashed towards her.

"That's not how the sword is used. The strength and speed are too poor!"

"Look, this is how the sword is used!"

With that said, Ling Feng took the wooden sword from Qian Renxue's hand and demonstrated how to use the sword.

The wooden sword swiped and moved directly to Ling Feng's hand.

Immediately, Ling Feng was seen holding a wooden sword and gently swung the sword.

The wooden sword sliced ​​through the air, and the air was cut directly by him.

The wooden sword cuts through the air at high speed, and energy condenses on the wooden sword.

"Brush~!"

Just hearing a clear sound of ignition, the wooden sword in Ling Feng's hand was ignited by the flames and turned into a flaming sword.

Ling Feng waved lightly again to disperse the flames on the sword.

Then, Ling Feng looked back at Qian Renxue and said to her: "This is how the sword is used, do you see clearly?"

Xiao Qian Renxue looked confused.

She didn't see anything mysterious or mysterious in the sword that Ling Feng just swung.

If it was mystical to make a wooden sword burst into flames, then she could do it too.

As long as she injects the angelic soul power representing fire into the wooden sword, the wooden sword can be ignited in minutes.

Therefore, Qian Renxue sneered and said, "See clearly!"

"The wooden sword caught fire and then went out!"

Qian Renxue preached carefully and word by word, looking serious and extremely serious.

Ling Feng: "???"

Hearing this, the wooden sword in Ling Feng's hand almost didn't rekindle.

(End of this chapter)