Qin Feng's angry roar was like a clap of thunder.
It resounded through the entire sky, startling countless birds and beasts.
Whoosh!
Jianming sounded from the Sunken Dragon Sword, as if it was about to tear the heavens and earth apart.
Qin Feng's eyes were full of vigor, the sword aura of the Sinking Dragon Sword flashed between his eyebrows, he was in high spirits.
Qin Feng suddenly moved. He didn't use a single move but still used the sword draw to meet Wang Lin's Sword Rain Follows the Wind.
Seeing that Qin Feng didn't make a single move and just held the tip of his sword on the ground, he dashed towards him.
Wang Lin sneered and mocked with disdain, "Qin Feng! Is this the swordsmanship of a Great Swordsman? "
"Is it because you've been a Sword Slave for three years that you don't even have the strength to wield a sword?"
"Hahahaha!"
"A Great Swordsman can't even lift his own sword, let alone use a sword. What a disgrace!"
Wang Lin let out an angry roar of disdain as he jumped into the air. The sword in his hand moved through the air and the sword trembled slightly from the sword energy he injected into it.
With a swoosh, the long sword pierced forward. Suddenly, it seemed as if it was cutting through the sky. An arc of Sword Qi was naturally formed, and it closed in on Qin Feng.
Facing Wang Lin's sudden change, Qin Feng's eyes lit up. He continued to drag the Shen Dragon Sword on the ground, causing it to hiss and Jianming.
"Qin Feng! Die! "
Wang Lin let out an angry roar and with a whoosh, the sword blade let out a Jianming sound as if it was descending from the sky toward Qin Feng's throat.
"Die!"
"Even if you, Wang Lin, die 100 times, 1,000 times!"
"Me! Qin Feng! "
"I still wield the Sinking Dragon Sword and stand proudly in the blue dome of heaven!"
The enraged Qin Feng suddenly stomped on the ground and stood up. The Profound Dragon Sword that was propped up on the ground rose up.
With a whoosh, the Jianming sword shook the heavens. The sparks from the tip of the sword and the sword energy from the body of the sword reflected each other. It was like a blood-colored sword as it charged toward Wang Lin's sword.
Among the countless sword images, Qin Feng's Soul Dragon sword passed through Wang Lin's sword energy and brushed past Wang Lin's sword.
Kacha!
Before Wang Lin's sword could touch Qin Feng's clothes, his chest had already been pierced by Qin Feng's Shen Long sword, causing blood to flow out.
Wang Lin's sword stopped and his face was filled with shock.
Qin Feng roared, "Wang Lin! With this sword, I will teach you, a disloyal and unfilial disciple, a lesson for my father! "
After letting out an angry roar, Qin Feng pulled out the Shen Long sword, turned around, and stabbed the other side of Wang Lin's chest. He shouted, "This sword!"
"For me, Qin Feng, to be treated as a disgrace by all of you!"
"The shame of being a Sword Slave!"
After letting out an angry roar, Qin Feng raised his leg and kicked Wang Lin's chin.
There was a loud bang!
Wang Lin was sent flying by Qin Feng's kick. He flipped in the air and coughed out a mouthful of blood.
He fell to the ground with a thud. His eyes were filled with shock as he pointed at Qin Feng and died on the spot.
Du Yue, who hadn't made a move, saw Wang Lin being killed by Qin Feng with one sword. His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets. His face was filled with terror as he backed up and exclaimed, "How, how is this possible? Qin Feng, how could Qin Feng kill junior apprentice brother!?"
Du Yue fell into a state of panic and shock like never before. He didn't believe that Qin Feng, who had been locked up in the Qin family's Sword Slave Prison and had been a Sword Slave for three years, could kill a rank 3 Sword Master with one sword strike.
Qin Feng, who had killed Wang Lin with one sword strike, had his black hair fluttering in the wind. His eyes were filled with spirit as he charged toward Du Yue with killing intent.
Du Yue, who was in a trance and had a terrified expression on her face, saw Qin Feng rushing towards her with surging killing intent. Her face paled as she cried out in alarm, "Qin Feng, how dare you! You actually dared to kill a third grade swordmaster of the Qin Clan.
"I know my crimes!"
Qin Feng's expression was filled with anger as he let out a sneer.
"I, Qin Feng, did what I had to do."
"I killed those who deserved to die!"
Qin Feng's voice was filled with anger as he closed in on Du Yue.
The terrified Du Yue barely managed to suppress the fear in her heart. At this moment, she no longer retreated. She let out an angry roar, "Qin Feng! You, you, don't be too proud! I am Wang Lin's senior apprentice brother. Whether it is sword techniques or sword energy, they are both above his. Even if you can defeat him, you might not be my match. "
Seeing Du Yue's anger, Qin Feng's face was filled with killing intent as he coldly snorted. "Is that so?!"
"Qin Feng! If you, if you, kneel down and beg for mercy, I, I, Du Yue, might spare your life! "
"Otherwise, I, I'll make you bleed for five steps and die on the spot!"
Facing Du Yue's trembling hands, Qin Feng let out a sneer and said, "Du Yue, with just you?"
When Du Yue heard Qin Feng's angry roar, her forehead was covered in sweat. She angrily shouted, "I don't believe that a rank 3 Sword Master like me can't kill you!"
After letting out a roar of anger, Du Yue's trembling hands moved to the sword sheath.
The Chen Long sword in Qin Feng's hand let out a Jianming sound.
The Chen Long sword seemed to turn into a ray of white light. With a bang, the hilt of the sword hit Du Yue's trembling hands.
With a clang, Du Yue's sword, which had just been unsheathed, returned to its sheath.
Her trembling hands, after being hit by Qin Feng's attack, trembled even more. The skin on the back of her hands had split open and become a bloody mess.
Upon seeing this scene, Du Yue's countenance was filled with terror. With a plop, she knelt before Qin Feng and kowtowed unceasingly, begging for mercy, "Young Master Qin Feng, please spare my life, spare my life! This little one has eyes but can't see. This little one was wrong. I beg young master Qin Feng, spare me! "
"As long as young master Qin Feng lets me live, this little one will not tell anyone about what happened today. Even if I have to work like an ox or a horse, I will repay young master Qin Feng for your kindness!"
Du Yue wailed and kept begging for mercy.
Qin Feng's eyes were filled with spirit and killing intent. The scene of his father teaching them swordsmanship three years ago appeared in his mind. He also remembered how they humiliated his father and framed him for fame after he became a Sword Slave three years ago.
When he heard what Wang Lin said about repaying kindness with kindness, his eyes released a shocking killing intent and he shouted, "Work like an ox or a horse!"
"Great kindness!"
"Repay!"
"You, Du Yue, are not worthy!"
After a series of angry shouts, Qin Feng, whose blood was already boiling with anger, thought of everything he had done to his father, to himself. With a xiu sound, the Sinking Dragon Sword in his hand rose up against the wind, and with a "kacha" sound, the sword pierced Du Yue's throat.
Qin Feng's eyes were filled with coldness as he angrily shouted, "Disloyal, unfilial, heartless and unjust!"
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