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Jiang Rong was already looking forward to this duel, and he wanted to use this duel to calm his anger. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, Jiang Rong heard Chu Feng's flat tone, as if he had never taken this duel very important at all, which made Jiang Rong's chest burn more and more anger, and his eyes were full of resentment when he looked at Chu Feng.

However, the Seventh Elder Lu Ziyan, who presided over the duel, had not yet spoken, and Jiang Rong could only forcibly suppress the anger in his heart, but only clenched the sword in his hand.

Lu Ziyan is the most upright and fair among the eight elders, selfless and fair, but whenever Lu Ziyan decides, even if the disciples in the door are dissatisfied, they dare not say that Lu Ziyan is partial.

Therefore, this duel was presided over by Lu Ziyan, and no one was unconvinced.

Lu Ziyan, a silver-haired old man dressed in purple, looked at Jiang Rong and then at Chu Feng, before he asked in a low voice, "Jiang Rong, Chu Xiwu, are you two ready?"

The corners of Jiang Rong's mouth raised a strange arc, and Chu Feng nodded calmly.

"Declare in advance, if I shout to stop and still don't stop, it will be regarded as defeat, and the killer will be abolished and expelled from the village!" Lu Ziyi's voice was stern, and he looked inviolable, "Do you understand?"

"The disciple understands. Chu Feng said.

Jiang Rong nodded.

"Then, start now!" Lu Ziyi gave an order in an almost one-sided shout.

Before Lu Ziyan's words fell, Jiang Rong had already turned into a fire that swept the sky, like a cloud infected by the setting sun, as if it was about to erode everything, like Chu Feng roaring away.

Chu Feng held the water moon in his hand, took a deep breath, and his gaze fell firmly on the flame, without the slightest deviation.

This is a frontal battle, not an escape and chase from three days ago.

A frontal battle would undoubtedly reveal the gap in cultivation, so Chu Feng had to treat it with the most cautious attitude.

Chu Feng's fingers curled slightly, gripping Shui Yue's smooth and soft hilt tightly.

"Chu Xiwu!" Jiang Rong roared angrily, the flames jumped in the flames, the long sword cried out, and a phoenix turned into flames let out a clear and long roar, and with a spread of its wings, the firelight suddenly soared into the four wilds, raging wildly.

This sword is extremely violent, as if it is about to burn out the fire of the grassland, once it burns, it will be unstoppable from then on, whether it is grass, flowers, or trees, it is just the fuel that makes it burn more and more, and it will only make its tongue of fire rise higher and higher towards the sky, swallowing everything clean.

Chu Feng looked at the sword that burned out the field, and knew that the sword was extremely violent, and it would be extremely difficult for him to make a hard connection—or it was not just hard, but an extremely tragic price.

But he had to take it, because it was a duel, and he had no room to run away.

Chu Feng was silent, the water moon in his hand swirled slightly, a bright red brilliance slipped from the blade of the water moon sword, a phoenix cry sounded, and Chu Feng handed out a sword straight forward.

The sword that Chu Feng handed out in the face of the oncoming sea of flames seemed a little thin, but Chu Feng's attitude towards handing out this sword was very resolute.

Not dodging or dodging is Chu Feng's attitude towards these challenges.

If he wants peace and can't, then he won't hesitate or run away.

No matter who the enemy standing in front of him will be, he will never run away.

Compared to the fierce demons in the White Emperor's Mausoleum that he had seen, Zhu Xuan, Wet Drama, and Blood Demon, compared to the masters who had appeared in his field of vision, no matter how talented Jiang Rong was, how could he be compared to them?

Those experiences were incomparably valuable assets for Chu Feng, because the experience he had gained from the life-and-death battles with top masters was not something that a monk of Jiang Rong's level could imagine.

Chu Feng's expression was extremely resolute, and Shui Yue walked forward with a sword, just like a pair of scissors, facing the roll of red silk, there was a cracking sound, and the red silk was completely cut!

The red silk is scattered, and the sword is still the same, and it is indomitable.

Break through the sea of fire with a sword!

In an instant, there was silence.

The teacup in Feng Yishu's hand was abruptly crushed into endless powder, and the spilled tea soaked his clothes.

Feng Changming's eyes suddenly contracted, and the hand holding the seat was clenched suddenly, and his joints were a little white.

Feng Qiwu, who was watching the battle from afar, couldn't help but show a somewhat shocked look.

Feng Qiwu has never really regarded Jiang Rong as his opponent, because Jiang Rong's heart has already doomed him.

But no matter what Jiang Rong said, he was still a fifth-order peak monk.

The sword of the fifth-order peak monk was directly broken by the sword of the fourth-order mid-level monk, on the one hand, it was Jiang Rong's incompetence, and on the other hand, it also required Chu Xiwu to have excellent control ability.

Chu Xiwu's sword is to restrain all the edges and concentrate all the strength in one point.

After all, there is not much difference in the quality of the true qi of the two sides, and the success or failure of the competition lies in the quantity.

Chu Xiwu used a little bit of strength to directly break through Jiang Rong's scattered move, which was to win by quantity and outwitted.

This is something that anyone with a little discerning eye can see.

What really shocked them was Chu Feng's attitude.

In the early stage of a monk's cultivation, it is inevitable that he will always think that the magnificence of his moves is powerful, and Feng Qiwu once had this problem.

And Jiang Rong still has this problem.

But Chu Xiwu didn't have this problem, and he didn't even say it at all.

This sword is extremely crisp and neat, and not a single movement is superfluous.

Especially Chu Feng's demeanor when he took out his sword, he was very single-minded, without any fear or distraction.

The speed at which he drew his sword was not fast, but because he was not fast, it proved that his judgment was extremely accurate.

This all shows the strength of this teenager.

This kind of strength is not strong in strength, but strong in mind.

Feng Xiangtian couldn't help but sigh: "Is this what Uncle Chen taught?"

Feng Changming didn't answer, but his clenched hand slowly loosened.

Of course, they didn't know that in the eyes of Chu Feng, who was accustomed to seeing master moves, Jiang Rong's speed was too slow, so slow that he was enough to think carefully.

The expression on Jiang Rong's face was completely stiff.

He didn't want to win with a sword, but he thought that he could at least suppress Chu Xiwu from the first sword, so that Chu Xiwu was forced to defend, and then he was defeated little by little, and even his self-confidence was broken by himself little by little, and he was wiped out, and from then on, he trembled like seeing a ghost and a god.

But he never imagined that instead of defending, his enemy would take the initiative to break his sword with a single sword.

The next sword, is it still going to come out?

Feng Qiwu looked at the fight in mid-air with interest, and then looked at Liu Yu before he smiled and said, "What do you think of Senior Sister now?"

Liu Yu said: "Senior Brother Jiang knows how to attack and does not know how to defend, and if he is frustrated, he will be depressed, and the more he fights, the weaker he becomes, and Senior Brother is different from him." ”

Feng Qiwu was stunned, carefully recalled the meaning of Liu Yu's words, and had to say that Liu Yu's evaluation of Jiang Rong was very pertinent, without the slightest deliberate belittling.

Jiang Rong is such a person, arrogant, arrogant, and conceited to the extreme.

In the face of such a fourth-order disciple who was despised by him to the dust, being so frustrated at the beginning would shake his confidence, making him more and more lacking in reason, and he would not be able to fight with appropriate means at all.

"Die!"

Jiang Rong let out a heaven-shattering roar, the sword flame light in his hand burned, the sword light flowed, and a burning sky flame burned out, turning into a storm of flames, roaring towards Chu Feng and sweeping away!

"Foolish. Lu Lu in the distance shook his head and smiled.

Lu Yu is also one of the fifth-order peaks, and he is the earliest fifth-order peak among the contemporary disciples of Fengming Villa, but he has been stuck on this threshold for too long, and his qualifications make this step extremely difficult.

But his temperament is excellent, although he has gradually fallen from being the object of praise to being ridiculed, and has been repeatedly despised and insulted by Jiang Rong, who has come from behind, Lu Yu can also rarely remain calm.

His opinion of Jiang Rong was not much different from Feng Qiwu's, and at this moment, it was really ridiculous to see Jiang Rong start repeating the stupid behavior in the chase three days ago.

This Jiang Rong, what is in his head?

Lu Yu sighed, looking at Chu Xiwu, who was still calmly dealing with Jiang Rong's violent attack, with a look of interest in his expression.

It seems that the Eighth Elder is also very good at studying the control of true qi, so he can teach a disciple who has such attainments in the control of true qi.

However, it is no wonder that the Eight Elders, like themselves, have been stuck in front of the threshold for too long, and studying this path is the only way for them to make themselves stronger.

This feeling of sympathy is also one of the reasons why Lu Yu often visits Chen Han.

Jiang Rong kept drawing out his sword, and pieces of fire swept out, but he couldn't escape the fate of being destroyed by a sword.

Jiang Rong is not a fool, he knows why his sword moves were broken, but he is unwilling to change it, and he will not change it.

Changing his approach at this time was undoubtedly the most cruel blow to his pride.

What a great shame it is to face a fourth-order opponent who can't achieve an overwhelming victory, and to face it with the most serious attitude?

This is unacceptable to Jiang Rong no matter what.

All Jiang Rong can do is to use this method to keep doing it until he wins, so that he can prove that he is a genius.

Genius has always been dismissive of little people.

Jiang Rong's eyes flashed with hatred, his sword became more and more ruthless, more and more fierce, and the flames jumped, as if a phoenix had really descended into the world.

The flames swept through all the surrounding spaces, completely engulfing the figures of Jiang Rong and Chu Feng in it.

But no one would ever think that this was the end of that teenager.

Fifth Elder Song Yeming narrowed his eyes and smiled: "It seems that Senior Brother Chen seems to have given a lot of instructions to his disciples this time......"

As he spoke, he picked up the teacup and drank tea, while slightly slanting at the Great Elder Feng Yishu on the other side, and he didn't know what it meant.

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