In the bleak wind.

Countless sword shadows suddenly took shape.

Carry the sharp blade with the furious wind, and kill desperately towards Chu Ye.

Endless killing intent, with a trace of blood.

That was the strongest stunt from Chen Feng, naturally he tried his best, his blood and heart swelled, and he suddenly became ill.

But

What's the point if you're injured?

As the so-called killing a thousand enemies, self-damage is 800, isn't that it?

In the face of a powerful and strong man, is there any other way than to force each other to die and burn the jade?

Without.

I thought about it a lot, but Chen Feng knew that no matter what the method, it couldn't withstand such a move.

Such an absolute sword skill that risks his life, after all, must be beyond the earthly world, outside of life, in order to achieve the maximum probability of victory.

Maybe if you do it yourself, you will really die.

But what does it matter if you're dead?

What could be more secure than this?

Back then,

In order to win, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, didn't he also break the cauldron and sink the boat, put him to death and survive, and finally succeeded?

This kind of exemplary historical deeds have long been impressed in my heart for many years, as an ordinary man, but I still know a little bit about this name.

Now.

After Chu Ye saw this legendary Ten Thousand Swords returning to the Sect, his heart trembled.

Although he thought of countless ways to dodge.

But this speed was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, just when he was surprised, ten thousand sharp blades had already pierced his chest through the air!

"Boom!"

The so-called ten thousand swords pierce the heart, nothing more than this.

In an instant,

On Chu Ye's chest,

It was already covered with sharp swords like thorns.

"Poof——!

A mouthful of old blood suddenly spurted out.

Chu Ye's stunned eyes and flustered expression hid helplessness and sadness.

Chu Ye, who thought he was very invincible, was in such a life-and-death situation today.

This was something he never expected.

How can it be?

How did things get to such an irretrievable point?

Why was I killed by a little unknown person?

Who the hell is he?

Why does he have such a powerful long-lost god skill as Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect?

It's horrible.

Countless questions flashed in his ears, continued to echo, and finally summed up the cause of his death.

Since the other party is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, then if he dies, he can be regarded as dead without regrets.

Maybe there is still a little unwillingness in my heart, but what can I do?

There's nothing more about it.

It could only be like this, he could only look at Chen Feng in front of him, and then he was disheartened, his eyes were gloomy, and then he pounced, and finally fell to the ground weakly.

"Chen, Chen Feng...... You, you win. ”

Chu Ye, who was dying, looked at him weakly.

Said the last words of his life.

Nor did he utter any particularly touching last words before the temporary.

As the saying goes, when a person is about to die, his words are good, and maybe this sentence can be regarded as giving the opponent the greatest admiration on the battlefield.

Although it was an enemy at the time of the battle, at the end of the battle, there was still a feeling of mutual sympathy.

ultimately

He slowly closed his eyes.

The final freeze-frame black picture is Chen Feng standing proudly in front of him.

At this time, the referee walked up.

"Chu Ye, Chu Ye, wake up. The referee began to shout.

Although he also knew that Chu Ye might have died.

But the competition is very formal, and it has to be done according to the so-called rules.

Shouted, but there was no response.

That's when he started shouting the numbers.

"Three!"

Began to blow the whistle.

No response.

"Two!"

Still nothing happens.

"One!"

Chu Ye was still motionless.

It can be seen that he is really dead.

The doctor on the scene hurriedly ran over to see if there was any possibility of rescue.

However, there is nothing more possible.

Respiratory arrest and heartbeat stopped.

The residual temperature is also slowly dissipating with the cold wind.

Maybe this kind of thing, for some people, there is no way to accept.

But we can only face such a cruel truth.

At last.

The audience was a little surprised, they couldn't believe that Chu Ye, who had a so-called 100% record, was defeated by an unknown junior, and used the Ten Thousand Swords to return to the sect and sent it directly to the West Heaven.

"I announce, in this game, Chen Feng wins!"

The referee finally picked up the microphone and announced the result of the match.

Chen Feng won.

But his face was completely pale.

Without the slightest joy.

He knows

I'm afraid I won't be able to win the championship.

After this battle, he was hit by Chu Ye's powerful blows, not to mention, he was also injured by the aftershocks of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect.

And the strength of the whole body is gone, and it can be said that it has reached the point of exhaustion.

This kind of thing may not be easily visible to anyone.

But Chen Feng knew that the rhythm of breathing could not deviate from himself.

When the body and mind are exhausted, the operation of spiritual power seems to have begun to slow down.

It can be said that

If you continue to fight and compete, it is equivalent to staying up all night and not sleeping, and you have to compete with a person who is full of vitality and has just gotten up.

Who wins?

Obviously,

For the competition for the championship and runner-up, it seems to have become an unchanging iron law.

The odds of success are slim, and I don't know if I can win.

But if you don't try it, how do you know?

Even if the hope is very slim, but one in a thousand, isn't it counted?

Although there may be an element of luck in it, now, there is nothing to say.

He had to do it.

For the sake of the championship, he has to give it his all.

But

In the face of such a very unfair battle, why didn't Li Xinghe know?

He fixed his eyes, then looked at Chen Feng, and then a flash in his eyes immediately pierced into Chen Feng's entire source of spiritual power.

Ultimately.

A crisp sound, in his dantian, sounded.

I don't know what happened here, Chen Feng just suddenly felt in his heart, as if there was a warm thing, it was spinning, spreading from his dantian in all directions.

It was only a few seconds that passed, and the spiritual power that was originally a little depleted seemed to suddenly become very powerful like a flood.

"Ah......h What's going on? I seem to have a sudden strength?"

At this time,

Chen Feng couldn't believe it, he looked at himself, stretched out his hands, held it, and then knew that he really had incomparably powerful strength at this moment.

But he still wondered why he had regained all his strength in an instant, he hadn't done anything?

Don't understand.

After thinking about it for a long time, Chen Feng still didn't understand what was going on.

But this thing, in fact, is not too important.

He was very happy and excited.

Now that he has recovered all his strength, he is 100% confident to have a fierce battle with the final opponent in front of him!

For the championship, for the sake of his heart, this championship and runner-up, he must win!

Thinking of this,

In his eyes, the fiery eyes seemed more determined!