Lu Feng stared blankly at the tall cha in front of him, and the place was as quiet as water, with only the rustling sound of the night wind through the forest.
After a mont, Lu Feng's expression returned to calm, and his gaze gradually beca icy cold and hard.
"You are not Lu Qiyuan."
Lu Feng looked at Lu Yuan, and the space device in his hand began to glow, emitting ripple-like translucent waves.
Quickly, his figure was obscured by a bright light.
When the light dissipated, the place where Lu Feng originally stood was replaced by a black cha.
This cha had a slim figure, with arms and legs appearing especially long and slender, yet not fragile, instead filled with strength and explosiveness.
On the top of the cha's head was a short and sharp threaded horn, its eyes faintly glowing red in the black night, with crossed swords inserted on its back.
The impression it gave was like a cold and brooding night warrior.
The appearance and physique of this cha looked more advanced than the Blue Falcon Type IV cha, matched with Lu Feng's level five spiritual power field.
Upon appearing, its presence completely suppressed the Blue Falcon Type IV cha opposite.
"Tell , who are you?
What is your purpose?
Where is the real Lu Qiyuan now?"
Lu Feng stared at the Blue Falcon Type IV opposite, which was a head shorter in height, while slowly drawing the swords from his back, speaking coldly.
He could almost be certain now that the individual hidden within the cha before him was not the real Lu Qiyuan.
The recent confrontation gave him the feeling of a grandmaster in the combat domain, reaching the ultimate peak of skill.
The precision of the tactics employed to assassinate him twice were unheard of.
It was impossible that soone from the Lu Family, known for their playboy reputation, could achieve such a level.
No.
To be precise, it was not even possible for soone of Lu Qiyuan's age to reach this level.
But facing his inquiry, the mysterious youth seed to completely disregard it.
The gaze of the Blue Falcon Type IV examined him from top to bottom, emitting a sound of admiration.
"A level-five Wind Attacking Swordsman... indeed much cooler than the Blue Falcon...."
As the words fell, Lu Feng's spiritual power senses suddenly lost lock on the opponent's figure.
Lu Feng's expression was slightly surprised, imdiately raising the twin swords in his hand, assuming an integrated offensive and defensive stance.
Yet he wasn't flustered.
After all, no matter what, the opponent's cha was only level one.
Moreover, judging by the recent close combat, the opponent's spiritual power shouldn't be very strong.
With his level five spiritual power coupled with a level five cha, just these two advantages should be enough to crush the opponent.
As he thought.
"Bang!"
The sonic boom of breaking through the sound barrier echoed as a figure broke through layers of airwaves and suddenly appeared before Lu Feng.
Lu Feng squinted his eyes, and the dark red light strip on the sword body of the twin black swords in his hand lit up, the energy rolling with his spiritual power like an ominous red slot.
He crossed the twin swords in a strike, using the Lu Family's "Wind Spirit Sword Shadow Flow" technique.
The long sword with pulsating red light tore through the night, heading sharply and fiercely towards the upper arm of the Blue Falcon Type IV cha.
Yes.
This guy was piloting a level one cha against his level five cha, yet he was attacking unard, without weapons.
Lu Feng really didn't know where he got his courage from.
Did he really think that cha battle was the sa as close combat?
Even if you are a grandmaster expert in the close combat domain, with such a large hardware gap, don't expect to make any waves.
So things cannot simply be leveled through skill!
Lu Feng's eyes flashed with brilliance, sword montum halfway out, driven by spiritual power.
The speed of the originally incredibly swift sword light suddenly surged multiple tis, the bodies of the dark red twin swords almost montarily disappearing into the air.
Upon reappearance.
They were already like the fangs of a blood wolf, fiercely "biting" the opponent's arm.
"Break!"
Lu Feng twisted his twin swords, but the next second felt his promising dual sword twist was like striking an extrely slippery object.
"Sizzling—"
In the night, a large number of sparks erupted.
When Lu Feng ca to his senses, the montum of the twin swords had already separated, and the Blue Falcon Type IV, which should have been cut through an arm, had returned to the previous position sohow.
Like a human, it was slowly moving and stretching the arm that had just been "bitten" by him.
"Impressive.. almost had a whole arm slashed off by you..."
The voice coming from within the Blue Falcon Type IV cha remained calm.
At this mont, Lu Feng's gaze was entirely drawn to the "injured" arm.
He saw the large wounds torn and curled over by his sword light on the Blue Falcon Type IV's arm, underneath which dark tal seed to squirm like flesh.
In just a breath's ti, that arm had beco as good as new.
"You're not Blue Falcon?"
Lu Feng's eyes slightly tightened.
The earlier slip seed justified now.
"Hmm..."
The Blue Falcon Type IV flexed its arm, then once again stepped towards Lu Feng, speaking casually.
"Consider it... Blue Falcon Type IV Enhancent 1?"
Blue Falcon Type IV 1?
Lu Feng was confused by this term's aning, when suddenly a light sound of air breaking caught his ear, and once again he lost sight of the Blue Falcon Type IV.
"Hmph!"
Lu Feng snorted coldly, his level five spiritual power radiating powerfully, the golden wind swirl core in his mind speeding up its rotation.
Upon regaining lock on the opponent's position, he advanced in, twin swords to the left and right, directly cutting off all retreat paths.
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