Chapter 157: The Threefold Stepping of Canglang!

  Black hair scattered and fluttering, body straight as a javelin, broad and powerful hands, facial contours cut like a knife, narrow eyes flashing with cold light.

  Seeing such a person is like seeing the dark night itself.

  This body was tall and strong, with a cold and handsome appearance, completely different from Su Yan's original look.

  It turned out that Su Yan was just a youth with a slightly rounded face, but this body is now completely youthful in appearance.

  Anyone who knows Su Yan would never associate him with this person if they saw him like that.

  "Hmm." Su Yan was slightly taken aback.

  "I can actually see my entire body without a mirror, and I can also see my own face."

  "It turns out I have really become a martial artist."

  Su Yan stood on the cliff, a look of melancholy appearing on his handsome and cold face.

  Warrior.

  In this vast land south of the Tian Nan, warriors are legendary existences. Even in the entire Xuan Wu continent, the number of warriors can be said to be as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

  But now, Su Yan has leaped from a fourth-grade Tiger Form Fist youth to become a powerful martial artist.

  However, at this time, he was unable to get excited no matter what.

  He is a warrior, but he is no longer Su Yan.

  Su Yan's mind recalled the words Xuan Yuan Wei had said to him before, and in the process of completing the inheritance, he also gained a lot of memories about the inheritance itself.

  "Blood Refining Devil Cultivation..."

  "No wonder Xuan Yuan Wei said that after accepting the inheritance, one must cut off all past connections and live in darkness. It turns out to be this way."

  "Without fresh blood, I would lose my sanity and become a monster that only knows how to slaughter, and in order to obtain fresh blood, I can only continue to slaughter."

  "I'm still alive, but... I'm no longer the same person as before."

  Su Yan sat down suddenly, gazing out at the turbulent river below the cliff, with an endless sense of melancholy in his eyes...

  …………

  More than 100 miles away from the cliff, in the mountain valley.

  Kill.

  Lin Feng's heavy sword flashed with a cold light, opening and closing in a wide arc, swinging high and striking down fiercely at Chu Tong.

  Chu Tong angrily shouted and with great force used his sword to block Lin Feng's heavy sword.

  Chu Tong was after all a strong ninth-rank internal martial artist, and although it was a hasty sword strike, it still exceeded Lin Feng's power. Lin Feng grunted and retreated several steps back.

  While facing off against Chu Tong, San's eyes flashed and he fiercely punched towards Chu Tong.

  Chu Tong's old move was used, and in the midst of his busy schedule, he exerted himself to return with his sword to rescue him. However, Fu Kei heavily pounded him onto the heavy sword, and if not for the good quality of Jin Lin's heavy sword, it would have been broken by Fu Kei's one punch.

  Chu Tong retreated several steps in a row, and only then did he stabilize his figure. At this time, Lin Feng's heavy sword arrived again, and the fists of the second-level symbol puppet Qi Wu also came crashing down.

  "Damn it." Chu Tong cursed in his heart, and had no choice but to continue retreating.

  Lin Feng, Qi Wu and Na San, the three of them surrounded Chu Tong in a strong formation, with Na San as the main attacker. They launched a fierce attack on Chu Tong, who was also left flustered and at a loss. If he weren't one of the strongest in the army, with an unyielding temperament, he might not have been able to hold on any longer.

  And another ninth-rank Jinlin Wei "Zhao Xing" was tightly entwined by a third-grade Fu Gui, himself also at a disadvantage and unable to rescue him.

  As for Sword Young Master, he himself was being chased by Qi Ming and running around everywhere, how could he possibly care about them.

  Jian Gongzi's plan was naturally understood by Chu Tong in his heart, who was waiting for the end of his opponent's transformation, but Chu Tong was also uncertain whether he could hold on until that time.

  "This damned kid." Chu Tong glared at Lin Feng with a fierce gaze, his heart also secretly annoyed.

  This guy's power is absolutely not the seventh heavy fist of Tiger Shape Fist, and his perception ability is also super strong. I don't know what means he used, several times I took risks to give up my defense against the symbol puppet, wanting to make a sneak attack on him, but was discovered by him in time and barely dodged past.

  Compared with this secondary symbol, the seventh son of Neijiaquan is obviously more threatening.

  But he didn't dare to completely give up his defense and attack Lin Feng with all his might.

  He wasn't afraid of death, but once he was killed by Fu Ke, only two people were left on the side of Sword Young Master, and this battle would inevitably end in defeat.

  He is the proud Golden Scale Guard and naturally cannot tell light from heavy.

  Lin Feng struck again with a heavy sword, but was once more blocked by Chu Tong's vigorous defense.

  At this moment, a beautiful figure suddenly flashed, and Liu Qingwu also arrived at Lin Feng's side. With a swing of the dagger in his hand, he brought out a vast expanse of silver light, enveloping Chu Tong.

  "What are you doing here?" Lin Feng's face sank.

  "This matter arose because of me, and Qī Míng took risks because of me. How can I stand by idly? Moreover, although my attacks may not be as good as yours, when it comes to physical skills, you are far inferior to me. As for protecting myself, I am more confident than you, a brute who only knows how to use force." Lǐu Qīng Wǔ looked at Lín Fēng with a faint gaze and said bluntly.

  Lin Feng couldn't help but let out a wry smile and stopped paying attention to her.

  Indeed, Liu Qingwu's movements were incomparable, freely and skillfully coming and going, Chu Tong's heavy sword chopped towards her several times, but she dodged them with ease.

  Not bad perception, strong body method, Liu Qingwu indeed has a better chance of survival than Lin Feng.

  But Lin Feng himself didn't consider the point of preserving his life, once he went into battle formation, he would never think about these things, if he couldn't put life and death aside, how could he be considered a strong warrior in the military.

  "Unfortunately, if my mount Pursuing Wind was not stored in that military camp and was with me here, one wave of Threefold Calamity would be enough to make this guy suffer a great loss. With the third-level Symbol Puppet, I can definitely kill him." Lin Feng charged forward again, surrounding and attacking Chu Tong with Liu Qingyu, and also sighed inwardly.

  Canglang Sanzhang uses his mount to draw natural talisman lines on the ground, gathering the primordial energy of heaven and earth onto his weapon. In an instant, he unleashes a massive power that surpasses even Chu Tong's strength. If Zhu Feng were here, Lin Feng would use Canglang Sanzhang and localized enhancement to charge forward with all his might, and the impact force would absolutely exceed Chu Tong's power.

  Unfortunately, on that day, Zhuifeng was left in the Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry Camp closest to Wan Shou Town. Thinking of this, Lin Feng also felt a little regretful.

  "Uh-huh."

  Lin Feng's eyes suddenly lit up.

  "Body method."

  "Canglang San Die is a stepping method for mounts, equivalent to human body methods. Canglang San Die can also be considered not as a riding technique."

  "If I were to follow the riding technique of Canglang Sanzou, using myself as a substitute for the wind to draw lines and shapes, I should also be able to achieve the same effect."

  Lin Feng's eyes flashed, and he continued to attack Chu Tong while rapidly pushing forward.

  Canglang Three Layers is a publicly known riding technique recorded in the Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry Manual, but only Lin Heng and his son Lin Feng can use Canglang Three Layers to attack moving targets.

  The characteristics of this riding style lie in its unconventional and varied nature.

  Lin Feng studied the three layers of Canglang from the perspective of a symbol master, and had long understood that this riding technique was actually the mount drawing symbol lines on the ground, inducing the gathering of heaven and earth's primal forces onto the weapon, and then bursting out with a powerful attack. To use this riding technique, one needs to precisely control the mount's footsteps, while continuously calculating according to the changes in the target's position.

  "If a mount can be engraved with symbol lines, then one's own body should also be able to be engraved with symbol lines."

  Lin Feng was extremely excited in his heart, and his mental strength was operating at full speed, rapidly deducing.

  At the same time, his feet were also changing from time to time, and the trajectory of his movement was a series of strange small arcs.

  Liu Qing danced a strange look at Lin Feng, wondering what he was up to.

  "It should be like this."

  After a dozen or so breaths, Lin Feng's eyes flashed with light, and a hint of joy appeared in his pupils.

  Lin Feng retreated over a dozen meters and stood back in his original position after another exchange of blows with Chu Tong.

  "It can't be." Chu Tong looked at Lin Feng with a puzzled expression, this little guy's strength was extremely powerful, how could his casual sword have such great power.

  "Maybe he chickened out." Chu Tong thought to himself as he saw Lin Feng no longer charging forward.

  Lin Feng's perception ability had reached its peak, and he took a step forward.

  The surrounding heaven and earth yuanqi was slightly disturbed by this step, and although the change was subtle, Lin Feng, as a symbol master, could naturally feel it easily.

  "Haha."

  Lin Feng let out a loud laugh in his heart.

  With both hands gripping the heavy sword tightly, Lin Feng's eyes flashed as he rapidly calculated in his mind, taking step by step.

  His movements were incredibly awkward, as if he was walking in a swamp.

  However, his momentum was suddenly surging.

  Lin Feng's speed was getting faster and faster, rapidly closing in on Chu Tong.

  "Hmm." Chu Jian's eyes flashed, and he swept a glance at Lin Feng, his expression also changing slightly.

  "Bad, three layers of Tsang Lung."

  His sister Chu Xuehua died under this move, so the orthodox family of the Blade Gate Chu is extremely familiar with this move.

  Although Lin Feng was walking, Chu Jian still saw at a glance what Lin Feng was going to do.

  "Mother, Chu Tong absolutely cannot die, if he dies, the battle is over."

  Chu Jian let out a loud shout and his ancient sword suddenly flew out of his hand, stabbing towards Lin Feng's back.

  "Hmm." Zhi Ming let out a hum, and one of his boxing gloves flew off, heavily colliding with Chu Jian's ancient sword. Chu Jian's ancient sword was knocked askew, scraping against Lin Feng's body as it plunged into the mud.

  At this moment, Lin Feng's speed suddenly accelerated, along an extremely mysterious arc, and rushed to Chu Tong's face, with both hands holding the heavy sword and slashing down fiercely.

  "What."

  Chu Tong and Fu Gui had been struggling for a long time, only now did they react, hastily using their heavy swords to block with all their might.

  As Lin Feng took his last step out, two heavy swords clashed fiercely together.

  "Boom."

  A loud crash like thunder, Chu Tong's heavy sword flew out of his hand in an instant and swung back fiercely, cutting into his own chest, and amazingly cut himself into two pieces.

  Lin Feng's heavy sword only paused slightly before following through, splitting Chu Tong's body in two.

  Two heavy swords crossed each other horizontally and vertically, forming a cross shape that directly chopped Chu Tong into four segments.

  The chaotic battlefield suddenly froze, and everyone's eyes fell on Lin Feng.

  Earth-shattering, unparalleled earth-shattering.

  He actually killed a strong man of Tiger Fist's 9th level with one sword, is this something that a strong man of Tiger Fist's 7th level can do?