C310 The sword of grief

Mo Lingfeng pulled Hu Qin along as he walked, the sound of the zither was extremely desolate, there was a faint sense of exhaustion inside, as though he had already seen through everything, and yet he had no choice but to walk forward.

A long sigh came from the side. A middle-aged man with intelligent eyes had appeared beside him out of nowhere. His eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life while at the same time, it was filled with helplessness.

Mo Lingfeng acted as if he did not see him, as he continued to play the zither. The middle-aged man also did not mind, and just quietly listened from the side.

The middle-aged man suddenly let out a long sigh and said, "It's been a long time since my heart has been so calm. Think about how many years have passed, hundreds of years, or even thousands of years have passed."

Mo Lingfeng stopped playing the zither and said dejectedly: "If the heart is already dead, then what's the use of living for thousands of years?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "I am the clan head of the Skinned Clan, Lin Hui. Your Human Clan is indeed an existence that we look up to.

Mo Lingfeng gave a sad smile and said: "I am only above average. Compared to that person, I am like a firefly when compared to Haoyue. If one day you see him, then you will truly admire him."

Lin Hui said dejectedly, "Looks like another story that cannot be exposed to the light. Your Human Clan is always like this, or else you wouldn't have been interrupted by God Clan all those years ago.

It was clearly something that we could have solved ourselves, yet in the end, it just so happened to be someone else's subordinate. It was precisely because I was not resigned to it that I chose to rely on the Devil Clan.

"It's a pity that I was wrong. Such a wrong decision ended the fate of the entire tribe. Now that we're suppressed here, we can only continue to live on."

Mo Lingfeng looked at him deeply and said, "You give me a very strange feeling. It seems that even my master should not be a match for you, but I can't feel any threat from you."

Lin Hui said with a smile, "My greatest achievement here is to have a son, and this son of mine is unwilling to be ordinary. He always wants to go out for a walk.

He always wanted us Skinners to live under the sun again. As his father, how could I not satisfy him? It took me nearly a thousand years.

I have finally thought of a solution, which is to use my body as a container and focus 90% of the sealing power onto my body.

That way, I can open the gap and send my people outside. Although they couldn't stay here for too long, they would have to return every once in a while to start a new journey.

The price for doing this is that no matter what kind of opponent I meet, my cultivation will only be on the same level as mine. However, I do not care about it, nor do I need to care about it. "

Mo Lingfeng laughed indifferently and said: "What you said makes sense, although my cultivation level is being suppressed, my judgement will not change, not with thousands of years of experience.

With your experience and methods, killing people above your level isn't a difficult task, not to mention the fact that your actions are the same as the other person's.

"But don't underestimate anyone. If you tell me these things, you will think that you have the upper hand, but there's still one more out of ten thousand. Aren't you afraid?"

Lin Hui laughed out loud and said, "You are such an interesting person. What do you think I should be afraid of? So what if I let you go?" Could it be that your Human Clan is able to completely exterminate our skinned clan? "

Mo Lingfeng sighed lightly and said: "It's true that there's no need for that, but I still have to experience your skills, you shouldn't have walked within ten steps of me."

As he spoke, his finger slightly moved and a Sword-light shot out from Hu Qin. This Sword-light was as fast as lightning and contained boundless killing intent, causing people to feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

Lin Hui's smile did not change as he stretched out his two fingers and caught the Sword-light between his fingers. His fingers felt like they were made of iron and the Sword-light could not move forward at all.

A thin sword appeared. The entire sword was shaking as if it was filled with unwillingness, but it just couldn't do anything.

Lin Hui smiled and said, "Your Ten Steps First Blood indeed has a great power. Unfortunately, it has no effect on me. Even the God of Slaughter Nameless back then could not kill me."

As he said that, he extended his hand and handed the sword back. Mo Lingfeng remained silent as he reached out to grab the sword hilt and returned it to Hu Qin.

Lin Hui smiled and said, "I am not satisfied with your sword. If you can't come up with a new technique, then you can only die."

Mo Lingfeng gently shook his head, he then pulled Hu Qin up once again, the music music was especially sad, it made people's heart full of depression, and their tears couldn't help but flow down.

The sound became deeper and deeper. An invisible Sword Qi mixed with the zither music suddenly shot out. This wave of Sword Qi was drifting about, making it impossible to guard against.

Lin Hui's eyes flashed with a strange light. His expression became a little more serious as he waved his sleeves and swatted out. With a "pa" sound, the Sword Qi was swatted to pieces and his sleeves were also shredded to pieces.

He nodded his head and said, "This Sound Wave Sword of yours is rather interesting, but unfortunately, it's still not enough. Rather than letting you die by my Devil Clan, I might as well kill you right now."

Mo Lingfeng did not speak, but a teardrop fell down from his eyes. The Sword-light flashed again, the speed of this strike was not fast, but time and space seemed to have stopped.

Xu Hui's entire body froze in place as he saw a slow stab towards his throat. Just as the Sword-light reached his throat, it was as if he had been struck dumb.

A light flashed in his eyes, his neck twisted, and the Sword-light grazed past his neck, leaving behind a faint trace of blood.

Mo Lingfeng was as if he was fished out of water, his clothes were already completely drenched. He slowly sheathed his sword back into Hu Qin and pulled again.

Lin Hui used his hand to touch his neck. With a swipe of his finger, the wound immediately disappeared.

He nodded his head and said, "Your sword attack was quite brilliant, it can actually lock down time and space. It's a pity that you don't have enough grief in your heart, you're still a little lacking in power.

I'll let you go today, I hope you can improve this sword strike. If you bring your Devil Clan back in the future, I hope that you can see the glory of this sword strike of yours. "

Mo Lingfeng coughed lightly and said, "Looks like I really overestimated myself in the past, but I definitely won't disappoint you. I will take my leave then."

Lin Hui looked away again and said to himself, "Finally, I see some hope. Why do I always feel uneasy when I make my choice?"

Lin Tianyu shook the wine in his hand lightly, smiled and said: "As expected, the older the better. Looks like I need to have a good talk with father.

Zhao Yiming clapped his hands, looked at the Spirit Sword Sect Twin Knights on the ground, then turned and smiled at Yan Gang.