Fengyunlu

"Feng Wanlin, do you really want to be my enemy?" Jinwu's voice echoed throughout the world.

Feng Wanlin held the cold spear tightly, with firm eyes, and responded loudly: "Jinwu, you are a disaster for the common people, I will kill you with the spear today!"

When Jinwu heard this, he burst into laughter, and the laughter was full of disdain and ridicule: "Just you? A little human? Do you know how strong I am? You are hitting an egg against a stone!"

Feng Wanlin's heart sank, but he was not intimidated by Jin Wu's words, but instead strengthened his belief. He knew that the Golden Crow was powerful, but he also knew that he had no chance of winning. He believed that as long as he tried his best, he would be able to defeat the Golden Crow.

"Jinwu, stop talking nonsense! Go and die!" Feng Wanlin shouted, and the cold spear in his hand suddenly stabbed out, directly taking the head of Jinwu.

A hint of contempt flashed in the Golden Crow's eyes, and it dodged Feng Wanlin's attack with a slight dodge. At the same time, it spit out a stream of flames from its mouth and swept towards Feng Wanlin.

Feng Wanlin ducked sideways, stabbing out the cold spear in his hand, and started a fierce battle with Jinwu. The Golden Crow was so powerful that every attack of Feng Wanlin was easily neutralized by it. However, Feng Wanlin was not discouraged, but became more courageous with every setback. He knew that he could only find the flaw in the Golden Crow if he kept attacking.

In the fierce battle, Feng Wanlin discovered a flaw in Jinwu. He took advantage of Jin Crow's unpreparedness and suddenly thrust out the cold spear in his hand, hitting Jin Crow's heart.

Jinwu let out a shrill scream, and his huge body fell to the ground. Feng Wanlin stepped forward and looked at the Golden Crow in front of him, his heart filled with pride and ambition.

"Jinwu, you are finally defeated in my hands!" Feng Wanlin said loudly.

Jinwu struggled to raise his head and looked at Feng Wanlin, his eyes filled with unwillingness and resentment. Its wings were injured by Feng Wanlin's sword and could no longer fly. Its body was also bleeding continuously, and its life was passing away bit by bit.

Feng Wanlin held a long sword and looked at Jinwu coldly. There was no mercy or sympathy in his eyes, only endless indifference and murderous intent. He knew that the Golden Crow was an evil demon that had killed countless innocent lives, and he must destroy it to bring harm to mankind.

The Golden Crow felt Feng Wanlin's killing intent, and it knew it had no way out. However, it was not willing to die like this. It wanted to take revenge on Feng Wanlin and let him experience the pain of losing a loved one. So, it used up its last bit of strength and let out a hissing roar at Feng Wanlin.

Feng Wanlin was not afraid. He held a long sword and rushed towards the Golden Crow. His speed was extremely fast, like a bolt of lightning, he was in front of Jin Wu in an instant. He raised his sword and stabbed towards Jin Wu's throat.

The Golden Crow wanted to dodge, but it had no strength left. It could only watch helplessly as Feng Wanlin's sword pierced its throat, feeling a burst of severe pain. Its body twitched, then fell to the ground and stopped moving.

Feng Wanlin looked at Jinwu's body without any sense of joy or accomplishment in his heart. He knew that although he had destroyed an evil demon, it didn't change anything. There are still countless demons in the world that are endangering human life and safety. He must continue to move forward and fight for human peace and tranquility.

He turned around and walked away. His steps are firm and powerful, as if telling the world that he will not be stopped by any difficulties and will keep walking until peace and tranquility are restored to the world.

"Brother Feng, come and see what this is?" As he said this, a tattered scabbard appeared in his hand. This scabbard looks like it has gone through countless wind and rain, and is covered with mottled marks and rust, as if telling of its former glory and glory.

If Qiu Jin were here, he would naturally recognize that this was the Jianyinmen token he saw yesterday. This scabbard is of great significance to Qiu Jin. It represents his family and mission. However, at this moment it appeared in the hands of a stranger, which made Qiu Jin extremely surprised and confused.

Brother Feng looked at the scabbard carefully, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes. He had never seen such a worn scabbard, but from its material and craftsmanship, it could be seen that this scabbard must have been an extremely precious weapon. He gently stroked the lines on the scabbard, as if he could feel the history and stories contained in it.

"This scabbard looks like it has a long history. I wonder which hero it once belonged to?" Brother Feng murmured to himself.

Qiu Jin felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart. He stepped forward and took the scabbard from Brother Feng's hand. He gently rubbed the scabbard, feeling the power contained in it. Suddenly, he felt a strange force pouring out of the scabbard and into his body. A blurry picture appeared in front of his eyes. A blurry figure appeared in the picture, holding a long sword and fighting fiercely with the enemy.

"This is..." Qiu Jin said in surprise.

Brother Feng looked at Qiu Jin quietly. He knew that this scabbard must have special meaning to Qiu Jin. He said nothing, just waiting for Qiu Jin to discover the secret by herself.

Qiu Jin closed her eyes and quietly immersed herself in the picture. He saw that figure galloping across the battlefield, unstoppable. He saw that figure being seriously injured in the battle, but still fighting unremittingly. He saw the figure finally fall on the battlefield, but he still held the long sword tightly in his hand.

"This is my ancestor!" Qiu Jin said excitedly.

Brother Feng nodded, knowing that Qiu Jin had found his own answer. He patted Qiu Jin's shoulder and said softly: "This scabbard was left to you by your ancestors. It represents your family and mission. You must cherish it and let it rejuvenate in your hands." Light.”

Qiu Jin nodded heavily. He knew that he shouldered a great responsibility and mission. He put the scabbard into his arms, took a deep breath, and then looked into the distance. He knows that he still has a long road ahead, but he is ready.

Feng Wuhen took the scabbard and looked at it carefully. This scabbard looks shabby, but the patterns and patterns on it reveal an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. He gently touched the scabbard and felt a weak spiritual energy emanating from the scabbard.

"This is..." Feng Wuhen asked doubtfully.

"This is the token of Jianyinmen." the mysterious man said.

"Jianyin Sect?" Feng Wuhen had never heard of this sect.

The mysterious man smiled slightly and explained: "Jianyinmen is an ancient sect that has existed for hundreds of years. The disciples of this sect all use swords as weapons and concealment as a way of practice. Their swordsmanship is superb, and their whereabouts Mysterious, few people know they exist.”

Feng Wuhen's heart moved after hearing this. He has always had a strong interest in kendo, and he has been looking for a practice method that can allow him to break through his bottleneck. This Jianyinmen may be the answer he has been looking for.

"Senior, where is the Jianyin Sect now?" Feng Wuhen asked.

The mysterious man shook his head and said: "Jianyinmen has disappeared."

"Disappeared?" Feng Wuhen asked in surprise.

The mysterious man nodded and said, "Yes. The Jianyin Sect was destroyed in a disaster a hundred years ago, and no one knows their whereabouts since then."