Although Xun Kan felt a potential danger, he still believed that everything was under his control.

The reason is simple, because the opponent, like himself, cannot get rid of the knife in his hand.

What he can do is naturally very limited.

Even if he burst out with a strong battle intent just now, temporarily freezing the nearby space, he was not able to freeze the Thorn Night, and naturally he couldn't freeze himself holding the Thorn Night.

So no matter what method he uses, he can deal with it himself.

At least that's what Xun Kan thought.

Chu Feng took a step forward in the frozen space-time, and this step was very slow, as if Chu Feng was also frozen.

This was somewhat unexpected by Xun Kan, and then he laughed a little contemptuously, and then his smile completely stiffened at the corners of his mouth before he could bloom.

Xun Kan's eyes showed infinite panic, as he found that his body had also become stiff, as if it was ...... It's like after being frozen.

Xun Kan looked at Chu Feng in horror, a little incredulous, and a little inexplicable, he didn't know what the opponent had done to him, but he was sure that the current situation seemed to be beyond his control.

Chu Feng's movements slowly became smooth and coherent, and his every move was smooth and free, and he was no longer hindered in the slightest, so he only took two simple steps to walk to Xun Kan.

Xun Kan looked at Chu Feng with some despair in his eyes, because his body was still stiff.

Chu Feng looked at Xun Kan, looked at the Ning Shi he held in his hand, the piercing night that was entangled with Ning Shi, the sword that was still suspended in the air, and the golden rain curtain that was about to fall, and pursed his lips slightly.

Xun Kan felt that his breathing had stopped, and he could clearly hear the sound of his own breathing, the sound of his heartbeat, and even the twitching of every muscle, the beating of every vein. He saw that the hot breath he exhaled turned into a white mist in front of his eyes and dissipated into the wind, and he saw the fingers of Chu Feng's right hand tremble slightly.

At that moment, he felt a mountain weigh on his back, so heavy that he couldn't bear it at all.

He gritted his teeth and tried to hold on, but his upper and lower teeth collided "in a "grid", laughing at his timidity.

Xun Kan felt a tremor in the depths of his soul, but he knew that this tremor came from the knife in the opponent's hand, not the opponent.

But the knife is in the opponent's hand, so the fear of the knife is also the fear of the opponent.

Xun Kan wouldn't make excuses for himself, so he didn't have any ideas, just silently felt when the powerful coercion in the nearby air would disappear.

Xun Kan silently calculated the time and didn't care about Chu Feng.

He was waiting for the power generated by Chu Feng's sword to disappear, so that the two sides would return to the same starting line, and he would still not be afraid of his opponent.

Chu Feng looked at Xun Kan and didn't make a move.

Xun Kan looked at Chu Feng, wondering why the opponent was reluctant to make a move, because if it dragged on, it would be bad for the opponent.

He thought about it for a moment, and then he understood that once the opponent moved, it might be difficult to maintain the supply of the knife.

And if the knife is not supplied, then naturally it will no longer maintain its current state, so he can't do it.

Xun Kan laughed.

The active attack is too draining, and the opponent takes the initiative to attack one step ahead of himself every time, so it is common for the opponent to not support himself first.

As soon as Xun Kan thought of this, he suddenly felt that the burden that was pressing on his body like a mountain that made it difficult for people to breathe suddenly subsided, and he was a little surprised, because the residual power that diffused in the air had not completely subsided, and the effect of this move should naturally not fade.

So, the only possibility is that the opponent forcibly interrupted the move.

Xun Kan was a little surprised, but he didn't have time to be surprised for long, and his opponent's left hand waved a wooden whip and slashed down in front of him.

Xun Kan was a little puzzled by this whip, because this whip did not have any momentum, the so-called vision, the so-called light, there was nothing, just like a gentleman in the school, wielding a whip when teaching naughty students, except for the focus on his expression, there was no difference.

Xun Kan was puzzled, but he still didn't dare to try it easily, so he wanted to fight with all his might.

He summoned a magic sword, held it in his left hand, and urged his true qi to block the whip.

As long as this whip is blocked, then the opponent's offensive will collapse.

Xun Kan has a clear judgment on this.

Therefore, Xun Kan urged very seriously, and directly used a strong move in the Qingliujian swordsmanship.

But what Xun Kan handed out was an ordinary sword, and there was no light, no vision, and the surging river that should have appeared did not appear.

Only that sword, which walked mightily, like a river, went straight out, without any fancy points, simple and direct.

Xun Kan's eyes were full of shock, he didn't know what was going on at all, he only knew that no matter how he urged his true qi, this sword was just a simple sword.

It's like the opponent's simple whip.

Xun Kan wanted to use the thorn night, but the thorn night and the condensation world are still entangled, the sun and frost, the war between summer and winter, it is always difficult to draw a rest.

He wanted to recall the Dao Sword, but the Dao Sword fell into a confused sense of distance, and the distance of three inches could not be surpassed.

His only hope was the golden rain of light that would fall from the sky, but the transparent ice completely isolated the warmth and heat from the outside world.

Xun Kan had no support, he could only hand over this sword, and he didn't even have a chance to change his moves.

The wooden whip that Chu Feng held tightly in his hand fell down plainly and landed on the magic sword in Xun Kan's hand.

The magic sword bent slightly, and the curved arc illuminated Chu Feng's focused eyes, and then this mirror image bent and broke at the bridge of Chu Feng's nose, and the wooden whip directly broke into Xun Kan's defense line behind the magic sword.

For this area, Xun Kan is powerless to defend. He could only hope for his protective True Qi, even though he had already sensed that the True Qi that was scattered around him had long since dissipated into no trace - in other words, he had no defensive ability at all.

Xun Kan could only watch as the raised wooden whip slowly fell, landing on his right shoulder, making a wound that went deep into the flesh, directly breaking his muscles and bones, causing his right arm to spin and fly out with a thorn in the night.

This scene should be very bloody and stinging, but the strange thing is that Xun Kan's mood is rarely calm, as if he is an irrelevant person, and he is unusually calm after watching a play.

Xun Kan didn't speak, the piercing night that had lost the supply of true qi had already flown out, and the knife that had always been hiding behind the frost finally fell.

"What's going on?" Xun Kan asked calmly.

The Ning Shi Knife slashed down with traces of frost and snow, and with the biting chill came Chu Feng's calm answer.

"That's my rule. ”

Three feet in the body, all of them are mortal.

The Ning Shi Knife fell, Xun Kan's head spun and flew up, he closed his eyes, his expression was serene and quiet, as if there was no pain at all.

The piercing night fell into the earth, and the condensing sword that Chu Feng had slashed down also fell into the coarse cloth, and the Dao sword fell to the ground, the light and rain dissipated in the air, and the cold ice merged into mist, reflecting a brilliant rainbow.

Under the rainbow, Xun Kan's head fell back on the neck, and the cross-section was so smoothly connected that it was difficult to see that his head had been cut off if you didn't look closely.

Chu Feng spit out a mouthful of blood, looked at his right hand, the palm of his hand was already full of frost, if he collected the knife later, I was afraid that he would have been eaten by the condensation.

Even if he practiced singing snow tricks, he was not an orthodox cultivator after all, and he was very different from a cultivator like Bing Zhiqi.

With Xun Kan's death, the flags surrounding the two suddenly lost the supply of true qi, the poisonous gas dissipated, and the flags fell weakly on the square.

Everyone was waiting for the results, including the elders, who had been spying on the situation inside the banner.

It wasn't until the coercion generated by Xun Kan's all-out sword and Chu Feng's all-out sword was too strong that they had to withdraw their divine thoughts and wait for the ending.

The two people who appeared in front of them were standing, although they were both standing, but one of them had broken his arm, and he was even standing motionless, and even his breath had been completely annihilated and could no longer be perceived, so what the result was, it was directly displayed in front of everyone.

The scene was silent, and even breathing was forgotten.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at Chu Feng and then at Xun Kan, as if they couldn't believe that from the time the flag was planted to now, it was only a few short breaths, not only did they distinguish the winner from the defeat, but even decided life and death.

This was a battle between eighth-order cultivators, why did it end so quickly?

Could it be that Xun Kan, a monk in the middle of the eighth order, is not enough to see in front of this young man in the early eighth order?

Ning Han Sect, when did it have such a powerful genius again?

The corners of Xun Ruo's mouth twitched slightly, there is only one genius in Qingliujian's generation who can really compete with the geniuses of various states, but he is already dead.

Such a thing, Xun Ruo is difficult to accept. He wanted to kill the young man in front of him immediately, but the nearby enemies were eyeing him, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

Chu Feng untied the Ning Shi hanging on his waist, threw Ning Shi to Bing Zhiqi, and said, "Thank you." ”

Bing Zhiqi took Ning Shi, silently hung Ning Shi on his waist, nodded, and did not speak.

The corners of Xiao Yuelian's mouth rose slightly, she gathered her sideburns that were a little messy by the wind, looked at Chu Feng, and smiled without speaking.

Chu Feng looked back at Li Aya in the crowd, was silent for a moment, and still took a firm step forward.