Lin Baige was still puzzled: "Are they all tired? This has slowed down?"

Lin Manjiang said worriedly: "If this is the case, the young head of the family will be in a very bad situation. I am afraid that Wu Jinglei will find the flaw soon."

Zhong Sanxiao had already seen the clues at this time, with a little shocked look on his face, and sighed: "The martial arts attainments in the years since the young head disappeared!"

Lin Baige was curious: "What does Uncle Zhong mean?"

Zhong Sanxiao smiled peacefully: "Wu Jinglei's hammer is indeed much slower, but the sword of the young head of the family is catering to the latter, deliberately showing it slowly."

Lin Baige was stunned and shook his head naively, "I don't understand."

Zhong Sanxiao's eyes were filled with depth, "Look on, you'll understand."

On the martial arts field.

Wu Jinglei hit the pressure and interrupted Lu Feng's offensive again, and finally couldn't stand the provocation and said: "Give up, in terms of endurance, you are still far from it!"

Lu Feng smiled coldly, but the attack continued to stop. He pulled down the long sword in his hand again, stabbing directly at Wu Jinglei's shoulder and neck.

"Who said I want to compete with you for endurance!"

The cold words made Wu Jinglei suddenly stunned, and the uneasiness in his heart instantly filled.

"I could stab your shoulder and neck more than three years ago, but now I can!"

The long sword in Lu Feng's hand suddenly became extremely fast, and the stabbing that was several times higher than before was approaching Wu Jinglei.

The seventh style of the Xiaozang Flower Sword Classic is also the fastest final style.

Red silk returns to the soul!

Wu Jinglei widened his eyes incredibly, and the sword light in his eyes magnified infinitely.

"Quick, what a quick sword!"

Wu Jinglei lifted the hammer to resist in horror, but when the giant hammer in his right hand was lifted to halfway, a terrible feeling of paralysis suddenly came, and he was stunned and froze halfway.

‘Move it, move it!’

Wu Jinglei roared in his heart, but his right arm seemed to be possessed by a demon and lost its movement, as if the meridians were cut off. He had only spiritual energy, but it was difficult to mobilize the movement at all.

Shocked by this change, even the hammer in his left hand forgot to resist for a moment.

Scream ~

Lu Feng accurately pierced Wu Jinglei's clothes with one sword and pressed against the Jianjing point on his right shoulder, shoulder and neck.

Just like more than three years ago, no difference.

Bang!

The Jianjing point was lit, and Wu Jinglei's right arm was completely removed from strength, and the huge hammer in his hand was hard to hold the half of it, and it fell straight to the ground.

It was precisely because of this sound that he came back to his senses, and the huge hammer in his left hand subconsciously swung towards Lu Feng.

But suddenly, a pressure came from Jianjing acupoint.

Wu Jinglei's left hand froze in the air again, but this time it was not because of the numbness, but because of Lu Feng's sword, he was completely shocked.

In a panic, the giant hammer in his left hand also let him fall to the ground.

Seeing this, Lu Feng knew that Wu Jinglei had already surrendered and immediately withdrew the long sword that stabbed the latter.

Just when everyone thought that the sword was drawn, the bloody fountain would surge in the Wu Jinglei Jianjing acupoint.

But I saw a scene that shocked everyone.

"What's going on? How is this possible?"

"How come there is not even a single wound?"

"How could such a quick and sharp sword be able to close so quickly? Even the skin is not broken?"

Wu Jinglei was already in shock at this time. He pulled his collar with both hands, kept checking his shoulders, and even raised his left hand to rub his eyes. He thought he was dazzled.

After repeated confirmation, I woke up and found that there was really no scar!

"I lost!"

Wu Jinglei looked at Lu Feng with a little depressed look, his expression was no longer as slight as the initial flaunt. With a little respect, he asked, "Can you tell me where I lost? Since the Jianjing point is not damaged, why can't my entire right arm raise any strength as if it's spasm?"

Zhong Sanxiao was already responding and explaining Lin Wanshan and his group of questions. Listening to Wu Jinglei's suspicion, his voice couldn't help but amplify a little, "Young Master Wu lost like this."

"Please inform me." Wu Jinglei spoke respectfully, "The snow-top Jade Dragon Horse outside the door is now from your Lin Mansion."

Although my words were a little distressed, my expression on my face obviously cared more about where I lost in this battle.

Zhong Sanxiao said in a deep voice: "Has Mr. Wu ever heard of the saying "The luck is extreme, and the profit is turned into dullness"?"

Wu Jinglei was stunned, "The luck is extreme, will it turn profit and dull?"

Zhong Sanxiao nodded, "The red silk soul-returning carried by the final sword stance in our house's Xiaozanghua Sword Classic is even this sword stance. If you cannot perform this stance, you will never be lucky enough to use the sword edge. At such a quick speed, you can still cover up the sharp edge."

"The sharp blade points the acupoint without any injury, which is one of the most perfect manifestations of this sword style."

Not to mention Wu Jinglei was shocked, even Zhong Sanxiao, when he saw Lu Feng performing this sword pose, his heart was filled with huge waves, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

The transformation of the liberty and the dullness is not limited to the Xiaozanghua Sword Book, but it is recorded in many sword techniques on the sword path.

Zhong Sanxiao asked himself that he had only two or three points of confidence when he tried his best, but he didn't expect that the young head of the family in front of him could run freely, and even a little ease.

"Monster!" Wu Jinglei exclaimed in silence. He had sent someone to do some investigations more than three years ago about Xiaozanghua Sword Book. He knew the pros and cons of this set of sword books and understood the burden on his body due to cultivation. However, he did not expect that someone could practice it intact and perform so perfectly.

Wait, it's not right!

Wu Jinglei suddenly exclaimed: "My right arm was clearly numb before being pointed at Jianjing acupoint. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have been defeated so easily with the last sword."

Zhong Sanxiao was not very sure about this, and he immediately looked at Lu Feng.

Lu Feng smiled faintly, "Young Master Wu might as well find someone to review it after he goes back, and repeat the high-intensity uplift and downlift movements hundreds of times, and you will understand the origin of this numbness."

Wu Jinglei was shocked: "Will you experience paralysis if you repeat it alone?"

Lu Fengdao: "It seems that Mr. Wu is a knowledgeable person in medicine. Although such repetitive actions will not cause damage to the body, under high-intensity collision, the blood in his right arm will not circulate smoothly, which will press the meridians on his hands, which will inevitably cause a temporary numbness."

Wu Jinglei was stunned, "In the years since you disappeared, you have such a profound strategy for the Medicine Dao?"

Lu Feng smiled calmly, which was considered to be accustomed to respond to Wu Jinglei's words.

In fact, this method is not related to the above-mentioned medicine attainments. It is entirely due to the seventh brother of Qinghe Sect. It is just a flexible use of the "unloader" method in his Fengspit hand.
Chapter completed!