Three years, it had been three whole years.
Qin Feng was familiar with every inch of the land here, every pothole on the ground.
In the past three years, all the disciples of the Qin family took turns to be a Sword Slave and didn't treat him as a human being.
Qin Feng, who was holding the wooden sword, recalled the scenes of him being beaten in the past three years. The wooden sword in his hand was no longer just a sword.
It was anger and hatred. It was the weapon and symbol of his rise against the tide.
Looking at Qin Ming and everyone else who looked down on him, the tip of the wooden sword in Qin Feng's hand seemed to be stuck to the ground, and sparks flew everywhere as it flew toward Qin Ming.
According to the Swords Formula, the Sword-Drawing Technique could only be used to attack the opponent in the blink of an eye after becoming a Sword Master. The Great Sword Master could attack the opponent in the blink of an eye. The Sword God could attack the opponent in the blink of an eye. The Sword-Saint could attack the opponent in the blink of an eye. It was said that the speed of the Sword-Drawing Technique was comparable to the speed of a hurricane. However, the description of the Sword-Drawing Technique in the Swords Formula only mentioned that it was comparable to the speed of a hurricane.
When Qin Feng saw this, he was full of expectations for the Sword-Drawing Technique, which was the only record of the Swords Formula with ellipses. Usually, ellipses meant that there was a stronger existence.
Looking at Qin Ming, who was full of fear, Qin Feng's black hair was blown by the wind. A cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and he muttered to himself, "Humph! Qin Ming, although my top-notch technique is far from the Sword Emperor's, I have already awakened the fourth dragon vein. Now, I am a first-grade Sword Master like you. "
"What! Qin Feng, he is so fast. "
"Yes! This is really strange. Wasn't he beaten to a pulp just a second ago? "
"Is it because of the power left in his body three years ago?"
"Maybe it is! That Qin Ming is too much. He has lost his Sword Soul and is already a Sword Slave. If you want to beat him, just beat him. But he always likes to humiliate others! "
"Sigh! Qin Feng was forced to a dead end by Qin Ming and was fighting with his life on the line. What a pity, even if he fights with his life on the line, he will only end up being trampled upon! "
Initially, they were also unhappy with how strict Qin Feng's father was when he was the clan leader. But ever since he became the clan leader, Qin family, which was once one of the four great clans in the Cangzhou Continent, had fallen to its weakest point. If this continued on, they might not even be one of the four great clans in the Cangzhou Continent anymore. They started to reminisce about the days when Qin Feng's father was the clan leader. Although the clan leader was strict, no matter where he went, he would be respected. It wasn't like now, no matter where he went, he would always feel inferior.
"Wow! Our Great Swordmaster Qin is angry and dares to resist, haha! You want to fight with me? You're just a mere Sword Slave? "
Qin Ming snorted in disdain as he laughed.
The other disciples of the Qin family, as well as their followers, saw Qin Feng walking towards Qin Ming with his wooden sword on the ground. Their expressions were also filled with disdain and disdain.
"Look! This Qin Feng really doesn't want his life anymore. As a Sword Slave, he actually dares to resist! "
"So what if he resisted? Isn't he just a mere Sword Slave? Don't tell me he wants to win against Young Master Ming? "
"But, this Qin Feng really knows how to choose a day to act!"
"Third Brother! So what if he chooses a day to act? Even if the Qin family has an ancestral rule that no Sword Slave can be killed two days before the Sword Test Day, he can only live for two days. After two days, he will have to go in with a white knife and come out with a red knife. "
Hearing the disdain of the people behind him towards Qin Feng, Qin Ming, who was rolling back and forth with laughter, looked at Qin Feng who kept dragging his wooden sword on the ground and snorted coldly, "Qin Feng, you can't even lift a mere wooden sword. Is holding the sword on the ground your unique skill as a Great Swordmaster Qin? Do you want me to help you lift the wooden sword? "
"Hahahaha!" Qin Ming's mocking laughter echoed in the air above the sword practice field.
"Qin Ming, you are a first-grade Sword Master, but you don't even know the Art of Drawing the Sword! Today, I will show you what the Art of Drawing the Sword is! "
Qin Feng's eyes were bright and full of vigor as he shouted angrily.
"Haha! The Art of Drawing the Sword? What kind of lousy swordsmanship is this? It is obvious that you can't lift a sword, and you are still boasting shamelessly! "
In fact, not only Qin Ming, but all the swordsmen in Cangzhou City didn't care about the Art of Drawing the Sword. They focused on practicing swordsmanship alone. As for the swordsmen outside of Cangzhou City, no one knew.
"You, Great Swordmaster, show me what real swordsmanship is!"
Qin Ming was indeed a first-grade Sword Master. He took the wooden sword from his attendant and attacked the enemy with one move. The sword light was dazzling, and the sword moves were full of changes. Compared to the swordsmen of the same level, the Sword Qi was several times stronger. He was the young master of the Qin family and was doted on by his parents. He had taken countless Inner Elixirs.
With a swoosh, the wooden sword in Qin Ming's hand was like a hot knife cutting through butter. It was shaken by the Sword Qi and made a sound of Jianming.
"Everyone, look! Our Young Master Ming's swordsmanship is real. The swordsmanship is full of changes, and the Sword Qi complements each other, bringing out the best in each other. It can be said to be the best swordsmanship."
"Of course. Otherwise, why would he be known as the Ghost Sword in Cangzhou City?"
"Now, let's see how long Qin Feng's Sword Slave can be so presumptuous!"
Seeing Qin Ming make a move, the disciples who were dissatisfied with his father's greed for money and not thinking about the Sword Dao were suddenly startled and whispered to each other.
"I didn't expect Qin Ming's swordsmanship to have improved so much! Whether it is the changes in the swordsmanship or the control of the Sword Qi, this move can be said to be a classic among first-grade Sword Masters. "
"Hmph! Isn't it just because he has a father who is the head of the family? I don't know how many Inner Elixirs he has to eat this year. If we eat that many Inner Elixirs, we can also become a classic among first-grade Sword Masters! "
No matter how dissatisfied they were, Qin Ming's move to attack the root of the problem was a classic sword technique among first-grade swordsmen. This was an indisputable fact.
Under everyone's attention, in the blink of an eye, Qin Ming's wooden sword stabbed toward Qin Feng horizontally, creating the sound of the sword wind. Qin Feng's expression did not change as he used the Sword-Drawing Technique. The tip of the wooden sword suddenly rose from the ground, and with a swoosh, it met Qin Ming's wooden sword.
Although Qin Feng's Sword-Drawing Technique was so fast that Qin Ming and the crowd were dumbfounded, Qin Ming's wooden sword had already reached the clothes on Qin Ming's chest before Qin Ming's wooden sword could stab him. However, because the Sword Qi was inferior to Qin Ming's, the wooden sword in his hand and himself were forced back by Qin Ming's Sword Qi.
Qin Feng's face was calm, but a cold light flashed in his eyes as he thought to himself.
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