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Autumn is strong, and the killing machine is stronger.

It is a killing machine, not a deliberately revealing momentum on the warrior's body, and at this moment, this rugged mountain road is already filled with cold killing machines. Fei Yu is a killer, he has killed many people in the past, and at this moment, facing the murderous intent of these two people in front of him, he feels as cold from head to toe as if he has come out of an ice cave.

Chen Feng looked at Shuai Yifan, there was no fear on his face, and even a faint smile appeared on his face, and soon he took his eyes off Shuai Yifan's body.

Shuai Yifan has a sword in his hand, the sword is in his hand, and the sword can be unsheathed at any time.

The sword is elegant and noble, but it is also a sharp weapon for killing, which no one can deny. The ink sword appeared on the rivers and lakes thirty years ago, and so far, no less than fifty people have died under this sword, and this sword can definitely be regarded as a murderous weapon.

People, handsome sails.

Picking the star feather Shishuai Yifan was jealous and hateful when he was a teenager, and he ruled the world with an iron sword, and his swordsmanship was so high that it was rare in the world.

__Although the ink sword is powerful, how can it be compared to Shuai Yifan? Shuai Yifan is also a murderer.

Chen Feng is a swordsman, it is impossible for him not to understand this truth, but now Chen Feng doesn't seem to understand at all, he actually turned around in front of Shuai Yifan.

At this moment, Shuai Yifan's whole body was full of terrifying murderous intentions, his hand had been placed in the most suitable position to pull out the scabbard, at this moment his eyes were full of bloodshots, he stared at Chen Feng who had turned his head, his expression was wooden, like a sculpture, but his heart was full of thoughts.

The moment he turned around, Shuai Yifan was sure that he could take Chen Feng's life, he believed that Chen Feng must have understood, but Chen Feng turned back. Why did Chen Feng turn back? Could it be that Chen Feng was confident that he would not take advantage of others, or was it because of Murong Qiudi and Fei Yu?

Shuai Yifan didn't understand, but he had at least understood one thing: Chen Feng was indeed a very difficult character to deal with.

Chen Feng looked at Murong Qiudi, with a faint smile on his face, and said, "You have two paths now.

Murong Qiudi looked calm and looked at Chen Feng with a smile: Which two roads?

Chen Feng stretched out his hand and pointed to the rugged mountain road, and said: From here, you can reach the Divine Sword Villa, where you can definitely see Xie Xiaofeng, the handsome old man is not here to look for you, but to find me, so you can leave.

Murong Qiudi's smile was still the same, and he asked: What is the second way?

Chen Feng smiled faintly: "No matter what, I want to see the sword of the handsome senior, you can wait here for me to finish seeing the sword of the senior, and then climb the Divine Sword Villa with me or with my corpse."

Shuai Yifan's complexion changed slightly, but he quickly calmed down. He looked at Chen Feng and also at Murong Qiudi.

Murong Qiudi smiled, her smile was even brighter and more pleasant than just now.

But soon she restrained the smile on her face and said word by word: You are wrong, I have a third option.

Chen Fengleng for a moment and asked, "What choice?"

Murong Qiu Di said: If you win, you and I will go to the Divine Sword Villa to see Xie Xiaofeng, if you lose, I will ask Fei Yu to lead you and my corpse out of the Divine Sword Villa together.

Fei Yu clenched his fists, he wanted to open his mouth to dissuade him, but who could dissuade Murong Qiudi's decision?

Chen Feng's expression remained unchanged, he stared at Murong Qiudi's black and white eyes, and sneered: Who are you? Why?

Murong Qiudi's face did not change, and said lightly: Since you admit that I am your woman, then I am not your wife. His tone was calm, but with an indescribable firmness.

Chen Feng stared at Murong Qiudi for a long time, a smile appeared on his face, he reached out to hold Murong Qiudi's hand, and said with a smile: I have been waiting for your words, and now it has finally arrived, okay, you wait for me.

He had turned his head and no longer glanced at Murong Qiudi, and Murong Qiudi had stopped speaking, just looked at Chen Feng quietly.

Fei Yu looked at the two of them, at this moment, even Chen Feng/Murong Qiudi didn't notice that they had perfectly blended together.

Chen Feng didn't know, and Murong Qiudi didn't know either, but at this moment, both of them felt that there was an inexplicable answer to pull them, this was not love, but a special emotion that they didn't know the answer to.

Chen Feng didn't think about it, he was already looking like Shuai Yifan.

Shuai Yifan glanced away from Chen Feng, and it was precisely because he never took a look away from Chen Feng that he could feel the changes that had occurred in Chen Feng's body.

If he didn't pay much attention to Chen Feng just now, now he was already jealous, he could clearly feel that Chen Feng at this moment was two completely different people just now.

Although the former was dangerous, it was just for him to pay attention to it, and now Chen Feng made him feel dangerous, but he didn't move, he still looked at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng had a smile on his face, he made no secret of his admiration for Shuai Yifan, he admired Shuai Yifan not because of Shuai Yifan's sword, in his eyes, no matter who is in the sky and on the ground, it is not worthy of his admiration, he admires Shuai Yifan, just admires Shuai Yifan.

When he was talking to Murong Qiudi just now, Shuai Yifan had countless opportunities to attack him, and every time he made a shot, he was basically completely sure to kill him, but Shuai Yifan didn't, and even he could feel that Shuai Yifan didn't reveal any murderous intent at that time.

Martial arts duels, such as the confrontation between two armies, do everything, so Shuai Yifan won just now, and no one can blame him, after all, the duel has already started when Chen Feng's words fell.

Therefore, in the face of a swordsman like Shuai Yifan, he couldn't help but admire, but he wanted to defeat this swordsman.

"I must win this battle." Chen Feng looked at Shuai Yifan.

"I know." Shuai Yifan looked at Chen Feng, his eyes flashed with surprise, and he said coldly: Are you sure of victory?

Chen Feng smiled faintly: "When the martial artists fight, where can there be a certainty of victory, but I can't be defeated, and I already have the belief that I will not be defeated."

Shuai Yifan understood, didn't this belief be given to Chen Feng by Murong Qiudi?

He closed his mouth and stopped talking, but he kept holding the sword and staring at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng originally wanted to speak, but he looked at Shuai Yifan's eyes, and all the words were closed in his mouth.

Shuai Yifan's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, but Chen Feng didn't see it, he only saw a sword, and at this moment, Shuai Yifan's whole body seemed to have turned into a sword, a sword waiting to be unsheathed.

What is the meaning of words in the face of a sword? Only a sword can be used against a sword.

He didn't speak, he didn't have to speak, he had a sword in his hand, and the sword was the best word.

Murong Qiudi didn't speak either, she and Fei Yu had already retreated when Chen Feng/Shuai Yifan closed their mouths.

In an instant, there were only two people on this mountain, Shuai Yifan and Chen Feng.

Two lonely swordsmen.

Both Murong Qiudi and Fei Yu wanted to see Chen Feng's sword, and now they seemed to have a chance to see it.