King of Nine Skies-Chapter 170 - :Sword Enlightenment

Yu Jiao's eyes gazed at Lin Feng. The alluring expression in her gaze vanished, replaced by a hint of surprise.

Just now, the aura released by Lin Feng was merely at the level of the Fifth Stage of Spirit-Combat Realm. However, he comprehended and mastered the sword momentum, with an incomparably powerful force. In an instant, he killed Ke Cheng. Although there was the reason that Ke Cheng was overconfident and didn't take Lin Feng seriously, one cannot deny that Lin Feng's own strength was very strong, strong enough to pose a threat to those at the Sixth Stage of Spirit-Combat Realm.

Yu Jiao's eyebrows were slightly furrowed. She had never met Lin Feng before, so she had no respect for him at all just now. But precisely because of this lack of respect, Kecheng lost his life.

"Ha ha ha, Zunin, that guy from Kecheng is really useless. He's so careless and overconfident. Even if this guy always keeps his sword stance, he's still capable of dealing with Lin Feng. He's a scheming person with deep intentions." Yu Jiaojiao smiled and first pointed out that Kecheng was useless and overconfident. Then she told Zunin that a person at the level of the Sixth Stage of the Spirit Martial Realm was capable of handling Lin Feng. She was scheming and had deep intentions.

Zu Ning frowned slightly. Although he knew that Yu Jiao's words were merely an encouragement to him, he still believed them to be true. A person at the level of the Fifth Stage of the Lingwu Realm, even if they controlled the sword momentum, was that really enough to deal with him?

His gaze flickered uncertainly. Zuning dispelled the tinge of fear in his heart and a hint of wariness emerged in his eyes.

"Zu Ning, you won't see Kecheng killed, will you? Are you scared?" Yu Jiao's voice sounded strange. She spoke up and made Zu Ning's gaze linger for a moment. She gritted her teeth and stared at Lin Feng, saying, "How could I be scared? I'm only at the fifth stage of the Spirit Power Realm. I'll take his life right now."

Lin Feng's eyes flashed a trace of cold amusement and he said teasingly, "Why are you still standing there?"

Zu Ning saw Lin Feng's calm and confident gaze, and her expression darkened. Her mind stirred, and suddenly, behind Zu Ning, there appeared a pair of eyes, suspended in mid-air. These eyes were like those of a falcon, extremely sharp. And at the moment when these sharp eyes with a hint of unreality appeared, Zu Ning's gaze also became strange and eerie.

"Spiritual Soul!" Lin Feng's gaze narrowed slightly. The pair of eyes behind Zun Ning must belong to a spiritual soul - a kind of spiritual soul that he had never seen before.

However, Lin Feng wasn't too surprised. The Nine Heavens Continent was so vast that he couldn't know its details. Even a Snow Realm had four major empires and nine major kingdoms. He was currently in the Snow Moon Kingdom, an ordinary realm. There were countless unknown martial spirit souls.

" A single sword strike sends shockwaves." Lin Feng's body trembled slightly as he thrust his sword, and the shockwaves of thunder reverberated.

Zu Ning's pair of eerie eyes were fixed on Lin Feng's sword. He stood there motionless until Lin Feng came close to him. Then his body slightly shifted to the side, and Lin Feng's sword grazed his body before piercing through.

Meanwhile, Zuning raised his palm. At this moment, his palm was as strange and enchanting as his eyes, emitting a stream of sharp radiance that directly struck Lin Feng's eyes, a move that was extremely vicious.

Lin Feng's long sword made a humming sound as it spun and emerged from the side. However, he saw that Zu Ning's body was rotating along with the sword, and his palm was still moving forward. It seemed that his palm was about to strike Lin Feng's head.

His body skimmed lightly over the ground. In a fleeting moment, Lin Feng's body floated up and then retreated. Another sword strike followed. Without hesitation, he slashed out with his sword, delivering a fatal blow. The sword flashed with brilliant light, moving as swiftly as an electric shock.

"Your sword won't even be able to touch me. Don't even think about it!"

A cold voice issued from Zu Ning's mouth. He slightly twisted his body, and that fatal swordlight once again flashed before his eyes. It was just a hair's breadth away from doing him harm, but it failed to inflict any injury on Zu Ning.

"These eyes can clearly perceive my movements and trajectories, and they can dodge and evade accordingly. They bear some resemblance to the eyes of the Tatsunokaze Spirit."

Lin Feng inwardly murmured to himself, "His aura is gradually becoming cold and icy. His gaze is ruthless. Those grey pupils have reappeared once again."

Observing the change in Lin Feng's aura, Zun Ning furrowed his brows. Lin Feng's temperament had changed in an instant, becoming cold and heartless. It even made his heart tremble slightly.

If his eyes were described as being strange and otherworldly, then Lin Feng's eyes at this moment cannot be described as strange at all. They are cold and heartless, not like human eyes.

"Can't I get a chance to see you?"

A chilly voice issued from Lin Feng's mouth. Immediately, a bone-chilling chill descended upon Zun Ning. That sword momentum became even sharper, carrying a hint of destructive aura.

"Death-defying sword."

Lin Feng swung his sword with one stroke, his body like a phantom, and charged towards Zu Ning.

Zu Ning gave a cold snort. Those strange eyes of his emitted a sharp aura. His body gently flickered. The sword once again missed its mark.

"Death's Sword."

Lin Feng remained expressionless. Another sword dance was launched. The greyish aura of destruction bloomed. The chilling deathly coldness enveloped Zun Ning, making his body slightly stiff. Even at the level of Spirit Martial Realm at the sixth stage, he dared not directly confront Lin Feng's sword. Those who wielded swords with sword power were too powerful in terms of attack force. They had to avoid the sharp edge of the sword.

The body turned into a phantom. Although the Death Sword was swift, the trajectory it traced out became exceptionally clear under his eerie gaze, and it was impossible for it to reach him.

At this moment, Lin Feng's eyes were fixed firmly on Zu Ning. The trajectory of Zu Ning's body's movement slowed down in his pupils, and it was extremely clear.

When Lin Feng looked at Zun Ning, it was as if Zun Ning was looking at his sword.

The dark aura of destruction flowed along the long sword. Lin Feng's movements did not pause for a moment. He slashed out one after another, while Zun Ning kept retreating constantly.

Quietly observing the trajectory of Zunin's body movement, Lin Feng's lips curled into a hint of indifference and he murmured softly: "It's over."

A very calm voice, yet carrying an overwhelming sense of confidence, made Zunin's heart tremble slightly. Immediately afterwards, he felt as if the fierce swordsmanship of the universe had abruptly vanished, vanishing into nothingness in an instant.

There was no more coldness, no more sharpness. Just a single sword strike, an extremely ordinary one, coming towards him.

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Zu Ning stared at this sword strike with his strange pupils, his gaze carrying a hint of confusion. He was eager to see how this sword strike would come to an end.

The body trembled. Zunin evaded to the left this time, but then, in the next moment, his pupils contracted.

The sword remained in front of him, pointing directly at his heart.

The strange eyes emitted a sharp light. Zunin's body once again dodged away. His gaze was fixed on that plain and unadorned sword strike. However, what shocked Zunin was that this sword strike seemed like a pest that never left its host, following him everywhere without any deviation, still pointing directly at his heart. What made Zunin even more frightened was that the sword was now even closer to his heart.

"How could it be? How could it be? My Eagle Eye Spirit Ability, how could it be that I might have misjudged the trajectory of the sword?"

Zu Ning's heart began to tremble. Suddenly, he realized that this simple and unadorned sword strike was the sword strike that returned to the essence and the true self, and it was the death-knife that killed and claimed lives.

Watching that sword strike getting closer and closer, Zuning wanted to dodge but found himself unable to do so.

Both palms were raised. Since there was no way to avoid it, he fought on that side. However, at this very moment, suddenly, a sharpness that was extreme and ruthless burst forth, making Zun Ning's heart contract sharply. A glimmer of desperation flashed in his eyes. Such a sharp sword-wielding aura was even stronger than the sword-wielding aura that emerged when the endless sword momentum was unleashed.

This is by no means an ordinary sword strike; rather, it's a delicate and subtle one.

Lin Feng also looked at his sword, observing it minutely, from the overall form to the minutest details. However, it should not merely be about the minutely enhanced form; the goal is to increase the attack power.

"入微" means reaching the extreme level of refinement and subtlety to the point of being almost imperceptible; it is a tiny attack that yet encompasses various changes, the essence and spirit of the sword movement and intention; it is each seemingly insignificant sword move that possesses the most powerful attack. This is the true "micro", transitioning from the overwhelming momentum to the realm of micro-subtlety.

The eyes regained their sparkle, no longer cold and indifferent but filled with a hint of understanding and a gentle smile.

Just like the concept of "force" (势), "intimate understanding" (入微) is also a kind of realm. Some people have a deeper understanding of it while others have a less profound one. Only when one has fully grasped the concept of "force" can one enter the realm of "intimate understanding". And even within the realm of "intimate understanding", the comprehension can vary by thousands of miles. At this moment, Lin Feng's understanding of the realm of "intimate understanding" has deepened even further.

"Chuckle!"

With a soft sound, Lin Feng's long sword effortlessly pierced through Zun Ning's body and plunged into his heart. The subtle swordsmanship contained within that single stroke instantly shattered Zun Ning's internal organs.

Zu Ning's eyes were wide open, the eerie glow fading away. She murmured softly, "I... I'm... sorry!"

After saying that, Zunin's head drooped and there was no sign of life left.

Lin Feng remained expressionless. He drew out his long sword. Zu Ning's body fell to the ground. But Lin Feng's gaze fell upon Yu Jiao who was standing not far away. It sent a shudder through her body.