Lin Feng shook his head and smiled, with undisguised contempt in his eyes, and snorted coldly: "Frog at the bottom of the well! ”

Nan Jian looked at him and didn't make a move, but just said, "You first!"

"You're going to let me strike first, are you sure?" Lin Feng looked at him like an idiot.

A trace of irritability sprouted in Nan Jian's heart, and he suddenly felt a little uneasy. This kind of emotion should not appear in himself, how many years, when facing his hands directly, he has always been as calm as water, without a trace of waves, but today, it seems to be a little abnormal.

What went wrong? Nanjian couldn't break it for a while, in short, this feeling was very bad.

But the words were out, and he couldn't regret it anymore, so he had to say: "Let's shoot!"

"Well, from now on, your reputation is ruined. Lin Feng restrained his smile and showed a short knife in his hand.

He didn't have a sword, only this short knife made of meteoric iron, black and unremarkable.

There was not the slightest killing intent, and there was no momentum spread, but when he held the knife, the whole person seemed to become unusual, and the knife seemed to have become a part of his body!

Looking at the opponent in front of him, Nan Jian's gaze contracted violently!

A terrifying feeling made his heart tremble, it was extremely dangerous!

He had a premonition that his opponent was strong, and it seemed that it was far beyond his imagination!

There is even the illusion of being mired in a swamp and shrouded in the shadow of death.

Could it be that the Western Madness was really defeated at the hands of this man?

No......

To have self-confidence, to calm down, one of the five dignified five, how can you lose before fighting!

Nanjian began to increase his momentum, however, he did not draw his sword, his hands were behind his back, his eyes became brighter and brighter, his clothes began to flutter, his hair rose, and an aura unique to a peerless master gradually rose!

Lin Feng held the knife in one hand, his eyes were calm and unwavering, contrary to Nan Jian, there was not a trace of momentum leaking out of his body!

At this time, even Pang Bairen and Shen Guangchuan sensed that something was wrong, and their faces became more and more solemn.

They have also broken through the heaven-level realm, but they are by no means at the same level compared to the Southern Sword, in the face of the Southern Sword, they are afraid that they will lose in momentum, but the situation in front of them makes them suspicious, Lin Feng seems to have no momentum, but in fact it is extremely profound, like a vast ocean, so that people can't see through the depth.

Xia Xuexin hid more than ten meters away, not daring to approach, she was very nervous in her heart, Lin Feng was seriously injured and had just recovered, could she beat Nanjian?

"Look at me in a second!"

Lin Feng's voice landed, and his figure flashed, disappearing in place at a speed beyond ordinary people.

Nan Jian's two eyes shook at the same time, and he instantly felt a majestic and indestructible murderous aura, like a monstrous flood surging towards him!

The two sides were only ten steps apart, Lin Feng slashed straight at him, and there was not even an afterimage behind him, as if he teleported, the fierce knife gang spit out a foot-long black light, and his two eyes burst out two beams of indomitable light!

This knife didn't have too many tricks, it was just a knife to split the head, but this knife made everyone tremble, and their breath missed a few beats.

Under the sword gang, the whole night seemed to be pressed on Nan Jian's head!

It's a nirvana!

This knife infused all the power of Lin Feng, and the energy accumulated in his whole body exploded in an instant, pouring everything he had, and if he didn't succeed, he would die!

Because, this knife will drain all his essence and spirit, and it will take at least a few seconds to recover, and the master duel, let alone a few seconds, can tell the difference between life and death in an instant.

He's gambling heavily, gambling that he can kill Nanjian with one sword! After that, he can shock everyone else and achieve the goal of breaking the game!

After all, the lives of the Xia family's bodyguards and servants were all controlled by them.

If he gets into a scuffle, he must ensure Xia Xuexin's safety, and those people will be in danger of their lives.

At this moment, Nan Jian felt the strongest pressure in his life, and he finally realized that he had underestimated the enemy and should not let the other party take the lead.

The sword had struck in front of him, and the air crackled and exploded, and strings of sparks flashed endlessly, as if with the effect of a fire attack.

The strong wind blew the face door of the Southern Sword, and his hair rushed backwards one by one, and the momentum he had condensed before couldn't stop the power of the blade, the muscles on his face showed distortion, and his clothes were even more crazy!

"Hum—"

The knife in Lin Feng's hand let out a sharp trembling sound!

The clothes on the upper half of Nanjian's body were the first to tear apart from the middle! At this moment, he instinctively wanted to dodge, but his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move!

The knife momentum was shrouded, the pressure suddenly rose to a hundredfold of magnitude, all the angles around him were sealed, he had been locked by the killing machine, there was no way to avoid it, he could only shake hard!

This is forcing him to fight hard!

"Ahhh......h

He's out of the sword!

The snowy brilliance met the black light hanging upside down, black and white collided, and in an instant, he swung out more than forty swords, exhausting what he had learned all his life, and what he sacrificed was an eighty-one serial sword technique, and the dazzling sword rays were layered and staggered, trying to block Lin Feng's sword momentum, and condensed into a sword curtain sword wall in front of his head!

"Click!"

There was no expected grappling, only a crisp cracking sound.

The sword qi and sword qi were still steaming, and Lin Feng was already standing in front of Nan Jian's body, and the sword momentum in his hand had been collected, and he no longer took out the sword.

Nan Jian only had a half-cut sword left in his hand, and there was only a little rag hanging from his body, and the blood was mottled.

The aristocratic temperament is gone, like a madman begging in the streets.

Lin Feng glanced at him indifferently and walked towards Pang Bairen's group.

"Don't go...... I haven't lost yet...... Take me another sword......" Nanjian turned his body, his stiff body was like a machine starved of oil, and before he finished speaking, the expression on his face froze.

Poof-

With a soft sound, a pillar of blood soared above Nanjian's head! Like a fountain, gurgling and gurgling.

Immediately after, a line of blood dripped from the forehead along the center of the eyebrows, and the seven orifices flowed with blood!

Nanjian staggered, his eyes widened, he couldn't believe that he would die like this, and he didn't even block a move.

As one of the five uniques, he is famous, even if he is defeated, with his strength of the sixth stage of the heaven-level level, he should not be killed in one move!

He stared at Lin Feng deadly, unable to figure out why this was the result, before that, he had obviously heard that Lin Feng was not the opponent of Emei's chief Yu Feifei, and Yu Feifei was only a heaven-level sixth rank......

Is it really old?

Forty years old, this is the end?

He couldn't speak, only a ho-ho sound came out of his throat, and with a pop, his body fell to the ground, and he convulsed a few times, and then there was no more sound.

The severed sword lay alone beside his corpse, gradually stained red with blood.

In the courtyard of the villa, there was a deathly silence, and even the chirping of summer insects disappeared.

Nanjian, a generation of masters, couldn't hold up a move, and died in the hands of this young man, which shocked everyone, and they were so frightened that they trembled.

Ask yourself, the three old guys of Pang Bairen combined, they are not Nanjian's opponents. But Nan Jianheng died in front of him, and his world-famous swordsmanship didn't even have time to show off, he was killed in one second, before and after, Pang Bairen was frightened, and he couldn't wait to escape from here!