Lord Shura's only favorite concubine

Chapter 89

Xuanyuan Yuewu's guess was indeed correct, Feng Ling took the initiative as soon as she made a move, and the fierce sword energy forced Lin Xiao to keep avoiding in all directions.

The two kept chasing each other on the stage, and the two figures, one black and one white, made people dazzled.The long sword in Feng Ling's hand kept stabbing at Lin Xiao's death spot, and Lin Xiao on the opposite side seemed to have understood Feng Ling's movements, and every step was just right.

Suddenly, the long sword in Feng Ling's hand turned, and the tip of the sword that was going to stab Lin Xiao's chest stabbed towards his left shoulder.

Seeing Feng Ling's movement, Xuanyuan Yuewu couldn't help squinting her eyes, and a small figure suddenly appeared in her mind.

Lin Xiao didn't seem to have expected that Feng Ling would suddenly change the direction of the long sword in his hand. With a turn of his toes, his body quickly turned sideways.

Lin Xiao's movements were very fast, the long sword in Feng Ling's hand almost brushed against his chest and stabbed it, and a piece of the front of his chest was also picked off.

"This Feng Ling's attack is really ruthless. If Lin Xiao was one step slower just now, that sword would have killed him." Bizhu behind the flowers saw the thrilling scene just now, her almond eyes widened, and she finally took a long time Spit out a word.

Could these people really be so cold-blooded and ruthless, taking lives at will just for a sword?
"Perhaps... what he wants is not a sword." Xuanyuan Yuewu, who had been quietly looking at the martial arts stage, watched the two people who continued to fight together on the stage, and then slowly uttered a word after a while.

Bizhu looked at Xuanyuan Yuewu with some doubts when he heard the words, isn't today's martial arts competition for Ting Xuejian?
He opened his mouth and wanted to ask something, but seeing Xuanyuan Yuewu's face darkened, and the look in his eyes when he looked at the competition stage became a little strange, so he temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart.

Feng Ling on the competition stage missed the sword just now, and quickly approached Lin Xiao without giving him a chance to catch his breath.

On the opposite side, Lin Xiao seemed to be able to avoid every move of Feng Ling forever, but he was unable to fight back because of Feng Ling's fierce offensive.

Feng Ling also seemed to know that if he fought for a long time, he would definitely be defeated by Lin Xiao. The movements in his hands were a little faster, and the long sword in his hand was almost invisible when he danced.

Lin Xiao didn't carry any weapons in his hands, but he brought a lyre when he came to the stage, which he casually placed on the competition stage.

He was avoiding Feng Ling with his bare hands, but now Feng Ling's attack was much more violent, Lin Xiao put away the smile that had been hanging on his face all along.

Taking a look at the sky, Lin Xiaofei dodged Feng Ling's sweeping sword, his toes touched the railing in front of the competition platform, and the black figure flew towards the ground where he put the lyre at extreme speed.

Feng Ling glanced at the lyre leaning on the railing of the martial arts platform, and knew what Lin Xiao was going to do.Raising a wave of internal force, he flipped his wrist, and a strong sword energy flew towards Lin Xiao and the lyre in front of him.

Sensing the sword energy flying from behind, Lin Xiao's footsteps suddenly accelerated, and he hugged the lyre in his arms the moment the sword energy hit his back.

Turning over in the air, dodging the sword energy from Feng Ling, the half of the railing behind him was hit by the sword energy, and instantly turned into a pile of flying stones, scattered in the surrounding lake water.

With a light movement of his fingers, the lyre in his arms made a pleasant sound, and several wind blades flew towards Feng Ling.

"Qin Gong?" Seeing Lin Xiao holding a lyre and standing on the railing beside the martial arts stage, fingers constantly stroking the strings, Xuanyuan Yuewu's originally slightly gloomy face became darker at this moment.

Ye Lingmo and Feng Qingzi, who were sitting in the gazebo, heard the sound of the piano from the competition stage, and their expressions changed.Looking up and looking around, the Jianghu people on the lake who had been concentrating on watching the competition all showed a look of intoxication at this moment, and what's more, they had slowly closed their eyes.

(End of this chapter)