With a muffled sound...

call out!

In front of everyone's eyes, Dong Pingjiang fell from the air like a ball, with his butt facing the ground, and with a bang, a large crater of more than ten feet was made on the ground.

Then, the whole body was like a plow drawn by a racing horse, plowing on the ground.

Although it only took a moment, a ditch was already opened on the ground that was one meter wide, two meters deep, and more than 200 feet long!

At the last moment, with the last remaining momentum, Dong Pingjiang hit the mound of rammed earth with a loud bang, sending up fine dust all over the sky.

There was silence for a while.

There was a click.

Dong Canglan lifted his dislocated chin.

Even Master Qing Ming, who had already made up his mind about this discussion, his eyes widened, and the hand he was stroking his beard unconsciously used force to pluck off a strand of his beard.

So...so wild?!

Dong Pingjiang, known as the God of Swords, Dong Pingjiang who dominates the world... didn't even make a move next?

On the opposite side, Fengyin put away his sword.

Everyone discovered that Feng Yin's sword was struck with the back of the sword!

Everyone's expressions suddenly twitched.

If this uses a blade...then it's not a question of whether it can be taken or not. Don't you die in an ugly way and have to burn high incense?

the other side.

"Cough cough cough..."

Dong Pingjiang crawled out of the hole with his face flushed and coughing. He just stood up and stretched out his thumb, saying: "What a boy... wow!"

Before he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The seemingly complete sword in his right hand also turned into a pile of powder with a clang at this moment, becoming the same dust as the sky.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Dong Pingtian was shocked and rushed over, helped his brother up and was about to give him medicine.

But he saw that Feng Yin had already arrived and handed out the elixir: "You'd better use mine, you can recover immediately."

"good!"

After seeing that knife, everyone almost forgot that Feng Yin and even Feng Shenyi were the people in this world who were praised for their miraculous medical skills!

You said that you, a doctor, are so good at using a knife, how can you explain this?!

…

"Is this your immature knife?"

Dong Canglan looked at his son-in-law as if he had seen a ghost.

"Yes, please ask your father-in-law for advice."

Advice?

The corner of Dong Canglan's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Then he turned around, seemed to have discovered the reason, and rushed to Dong Pingjiang. He looked at Dong Pingjiang with a worried look on his face, and said anxiously: "Grandpa, are you okay? Are you seriously injured?"

Dong Pingjiang had just regained his breath, but he was almost angered by his great-grandson Dong Canglan's concern, and gritted his teeth: "Isn't it embarrassing enough!?"

Dong Canglan whispered: "That's my son-in-law, what should I be ashamed of? With such strength, I should be happy!"

Dong Pingjiang suddenly became angry and twisted his nose. I am the only one who dares to embarrass myself?

What the hell.

When he turned around to look at the other people present, he found that everyone was looking at him, all paying attention.

As my thoughts started to spin rapidly, I couldn't help but feel even more unbearable.

As his eyes rolled, Dong Pingjiang, whose face had returned to rosy just now, suddenly tilted his head: "Ah... I fainted."

He fainted.

"Haha... the old guy is pretending to be dizzy."

Everyone among the great lords knows this very well.

It's just a discussion.

Although due to actual combat considerations, the power used by Feng Yin is definitely not small, and it may even be used to the extreme, but it is also true that there is no killing intention at all, not to mention the back of the knife used, and the lethality it can cause is even more devastating.

It is true that Dong Pingjiang was injured by the shock, but it is absolutely impossible to say how serious the injury was.

That spit of blood... I'm afraid it's also a shame!

Well, it’s definitely embarrassing!

Therefore, even if there is no elixir from Doctor Feng, it will be fine.

But having said that, I couldn't accept being chopped into a bulldozer by a junior, so I had to pretend to be stunned.

But the problem is that it’s not me who’s embarrassed right now, so I’m definitely going to make some mockery.

Not for anything else, just for fun!

Opportunities like this are so rare. In the past, this guy has often defeated Bai Hong in the sword debate and won Bai Hong's sword for a century. It's as if no one in our Nine Colors Supreme can be his opponent!

"Have you almost cracked the secret behind this move?"

Lord Qingming stroked his beard, suppressed all the shock in his heart, and asked in a very calm voice.

This flat tone makes people feel like, 'If this knife hits me, I will definitely be fine'.

"Already eighty percent!"

Feng Yin will be truly happy.

Through this actual battle, he gained a new understanding and state of mind!

What I lack is indeed my state of mind!

It's just that this kind of state of mind is really not something ordinary people can have.

Probably only those who are born heroes and have the kind of innate heroic spirit can do it.

At least Feng Yin himself never considered himself to be this kind of person, so even though he had refined the charm of this move to its peak and imitated it perfectly, he could only imitate 90% of the charm at best.

But that's enough.

What's more important is that Fengyin does not intend to take the path of pure imitation.

Now that the mystery is solved, the root of the problem is naturally its own path.

I couldn't help but involuntarily visualize it again.

It's still that figure, holding a knife in one hand, standing between heaven and earth.

But next to it, there are a few more words.

"The battle between iron and copper walls has not ended, what do you want from this life? The wind and clouds in the sky gather together, you will have no worries while I am alive!"

Feng Yin couldn't help but be startled.

Will you have no worries while I am still alive?

This sentence is really apt.

I couldn't help but smack it carefully.

But then he was awakened by Master Qingming.

"Only 80%."

Grand Master Qingming expressed his sincere dissatisfaction with this progress and said: "Since it has not been completed yet, let's practice more. In the next three days, Master Lan Dan has nothing to do, so I will let Master Lan Dan accompany you to spar a few more times."

, three days should be enough to complete the trick, right?"

"Three days?"

Great Master Lan Dan suddenly had a bitter look on his face and said: "Brother, I have not offended you."

Great Lord Qingming frowned and said righteously: "What are you talking about? How can you stop saying this? How much has Feng Langzhong helped us? Is it possible that you, Lan Dan, are so noble that you can't even do a little work?

?"

Lan Dan's face became more and more pale.

Of course I don't mind working a bit, but the question is...is it a matter of working a bit?

That's obviously pure masochism, boss!

"Meng Hun, you come with me. What Feng Lang lacks in Feng Lang's tactics is actual combat. One person alone may not be able to have a big effect."

Lan Dan is looking for help online.

Menghun chuckled: "I have a card game, so I don't have time!"
To be continued...