Jade Dynasty: I am the master of the Burning Sword, my swordsmanship is unparalleled.

Chapter 60: The Burning Sword is Unsheathed!

In mid-air, the shadow of a blue dragon flashed by, and a dark-colored divine sword emerged, unleashing a powerful strike that cleaved Mount Hua, directly slashing down at Lin Feng's head.

Lin Feng's expression remained unchanged. He activated the Mountain and River Fan and swung it sharply towards Zhang Xiaofan. The gale, mixed with the broken stones in the cave, rushed towards the edge of the Ink Snow Sword.

"boom!"

The moment the rubble exploded, Lin Feng's eyes widened suddenly, and he once again urged the Mountain and River Fan forward to meet the attack.

"clang!"

When the Ink Snow Sword struck the Mountain and River Fan, it was as if it had struck a piece of metal, and the sword made a crisp sound.

The sword blade separated from the fan ribs. Zhang Xiaofan glanced at the Ink Snow Sword in his hand, then looked at the undamaged Mountain and River Fan, and his eyes narrowed involuntarily.

Zhang Xiaofan naturally saw what was happening below, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. His attacks became even more fierce and ruthless.

"Hmph, you young upstart from Qingyun, do you really think you're invincible just because you have a divine sword?"

When Lin Feng saw Zhang Xiaofan looking at the Mountain and River Fan in his hand, he assumed that Zhang Xiaofan was amazed by his strength, and a hint of arrogance appeared on his face.

Zhang Xiaofan seemed not to hear this at all, and instead sheathed the Mo Xue sword back into its scabbard.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaofan had actually put away the Ink Snow Sword, Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter, saying smugly.

"Haha, young Qingyun, are you sheathing your sword to admit defeat and beg for mercy? How about this, you give me that divine sword you have, and I will forgive you and that wretched woman for ruining my magic weapon, how about it?"

Lin Feng's voice echoed throughout the cave, causing everyone below to stop fighting after their hand-to-hand combat and look up at the sky.

The eldest brother, the beautiful woman, and other members of the demonic sect frowned slightly as they looked at Zhang Xiaofan, who had sheathed his sword and stood there, feeling a vague sense of unease.

"That Qingyun disciple seems strange. Could it be that he possesses a magical treasure even more powerful than the Mo Xue Sword?"

The eldest brother's face was filled with surprise and uncertainty. In Zhang Xiaofan's hands, the Mo Xue Sword was already invincible. Among so many of them, only Lin Feng was able to fight Zhang Xiaofan head-on for dozens of rounds without being at a disadvantage, thanks to the Mountain and River Fan, a rare treasure.

If Zhang Xiaofan had an even more powerful magic weapon, these people would probably only be able to escape this place by using the mechanisms left by their ancestor.

"That flute at that kid's waist is no ordinary thing either, it's quite formidable!"

A look of fear flashed across Jiang Laosan's face, and he spoke in a deep voice.

Earlier in the passage, it was his magic weapon that emitted the howling sound, trying to disturb Zhang Xiaofan and the others' minds. However, Zhang Xiaofan not only easily broke through it, but also almost killed him directly.

On the other side, Qi Hao and Zeng Shushu both showed a look of anticipation. They held high positions in their lineage and had naturally heard their master and father mention that Zhang Xiaofan possessed a deadly sword.

Lu Xueqi, pale-faced, had a strange glint in her eyes as she looked up at Zhang Xiaofan's figure. In a daze, the figure under the dome seemed to overlap with the young man under the heavenly lightning.

Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head slightly, calming his internal energy, and gently placed his hand on the hilt of the Burning Sword behind his back, gradually withdrawing his own energy into his body.

From a distance, it looks like an ordinary person, but how could an ordinary person stand in the air?
Seeing that Zhang Xiaofan remained silent and acted strangely, Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately shouted.

"You young upstart, how dare you disregard me and disregard my treasure!" Before the words were finished, the great river within the Mountain and River Fan in front of Lin Feng had already disappeared. Before Lu Xueqi and the others could react, they were shocked to find the ground shaking beneath their feet.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, huge cracks immediately appeared on the flat ground, separating Lu Xueqi from Qi Hao and Zeng Shushu.

Immediately afterwards, huge jets of water gushed out from beneath his feet, converging in the air to form a mighty river, its momentum surging and sweeping towards Zhang Xiaofan.

Facing the vast river, Zhang Xiaofan's expression remained unchanged. His eyes narrowed, and the next moment, the Burning Sword behind him was finally drawn.

"Wow!!"

Accompanied by a high-pitched phoenix cry, crimson sword light gradually rose from the river surface, like a rising red sun. The crimson sword light reflected on the long river, creating a magnificent scene of the river rising with the morning sun.

After the crimson sword light rose, an unstoppable and sharp sword aura burst forth. Under the sword aura, the mighty river actually split to both sides, not daring to resist it.

After splitting the long river in two with a single sword strike, Zhang Xiaofan merged into the Burning Sword, and the red sun drew a long rainbow in the sky, falling towards Lin Feng.

Before the sharp sword force even arrived, it had already scratched bloody marks on Lin Feng's body, and the stinging pain made a ruthless glint flash in Lin Feng's eyes.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the gilded folding fan immediately shone brightly. Then, the figure of the soaring roc on the fan surface disappeared.

"Wow!"

With a bird's cry, the figure of the Golden-Winged Roc appeared in front of Lin Feng.

Before the golden-winged roc could unleash its power, a terrifying aura descended, instantly frightening the roc into disappearing from its spot.

A flash of golden light appeared, and the figure of the Golden-Winged Roc reappeared on the folding fan. However, compared to its previous majestic spread wings, it now gave people a somewhat timid feeling.

Lin Feng was startled. He had no time to think about why the Golden-Winged Roc had returned to the Mountain and River Fan as soon as it appeared. Seeing the sun approaching, Lin Feng could only grab the gold-painted folding fan and raise the Mountain and River Fan to try to defend himself.

"laugh!"

But the sun, incredibly, bypassed the folding fan in his hand and landed on his chest. The immense force slammed Lin Feng against the mountain wall.

As the sun disappeared and the river fell, everyone looked up at the mountain wall on the shattered flat ground. There, they saw a strange, dark red longsword piercing through Lin Feng's chest and pinning him to the stone wall.

At this moment, Lin Feng's eyes were wide open, his face filled with horror, but he was already lifeless. In front of Lin Feng, Zhang Xiaofan stood in mid-air, one hand tightly gripping the hilt of the Burning Sword.

Reaching out, Zhang Xiaofan took the Mountain and River Fan from Lin Feng's hand, and with his right hand, he drew the Burning Sword. Instantly, Lin Feng's body fell along the rock wall to the ground.

However, at that moment, a cry of surprise suddenly rang out. Zhang Xiaofan turned his head sharply and saw Lu Xueqi being bound by a black rope and flying towards the direction where the beautiful woman was.

However, during Zhang Xiaofan's fight with Lin Feng, Lu Xueqi had almost no magic power left because she had withstood the power of the Crimson Demon Eye and had been hit by the previous sword. She was also distracted by the battle and was thus ambushed by the beautiful woman.

(End of this chapter)