A young man with an indescribably rich, terrifying and deathly aura all over his body stood in front of nearly a hundred Rakshasa disciples, and he stood there quietly, as if everyone had become his foil. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's quiet, it's as quiet as stagnant water.

It's cold, cold as a star.

Chen Feng smiled and arched his hand, he looked at this young man who was clothed in linen and coarse cloth, and he was incompatible with the Rakshasa Sect, and he also felt an indescribable coldness, as if he saw the god of death waving at him.

"You are Chen Feng." A flash of light flashed in the eyes of the young swordsman, and after Chen Feng's words landed, he asked in an instant, and the voice landed, and the front of the mansion that was originally swept by the cold wind was even colder and colder.

Chen Feng nodded: "I am Chen Feng, and I am here to make an appointment." ”

A black light flashed, and in an instant, the soul was already chasing for his life, and the young swordsman instantly drew his sword, and immediately drew his sword the moment Chen Feng's last word landed.

At this moment, if the target of this young swordsman was not Chen Feng, but someone else, Chen Feng even suspected that this swordsman had already colluded with him.

Zhong Yuan's face was already cold, he stared at the knife, stared at the swordsman who drew the knife, and as the voice sounded, the knife had suddenly appeared in front of Chen Feng, and slashed straight down at Chen Feng's neck.

The most important thing for a killer is to be calm and rational, and the most important thing to do when fighting is to make a calm judgment. Many of the people killed by a little red in the Central Plains were people with higher martial arts than him, and those people died under his sword precisely because of his calm reason and correct judgment.

Now looking at the incredibly fast knife technique on Chen Feng's neck, his hand subconsciously held the sword, and even Hu Jinsleeve, who had seen many big worlds, was shocked by the terrifying murderous aura on his body, Hu Jinsleeve glanced at the Central Plains a little red, as if he felt that an extinct beast of the desolation of the world suddenly appeared in the dust, but this desolate beast seemed to have emotions that only human beings have.

However, Hu Jinsleeve's gaze did not stop at Zhongyuan Yihong, her gaze stopped at the person who had already fought suddenly.

Looking at the knife of the young swordsman in front of him, Hu Jinsleeve couldn't help but marvel, this knife was swung out quickly and powerfully. She had seen the wrong knife out of the flower, originally thought that the wrong knife was already the fastest knife in the world, but now she saw the knife of the young swordsman in front of her, and she found that the knife of the young swordsman was even faster than the knife of the wrong flower.

The knife was swung out, and she only saw a black light piercing the sky, and in an instant, the black light had already hit Chen Feng's neck, and it seemed that she could cut Chen Feng under the knife in an instant.

This knife looked incomparably terrifying, so she couldn't help but feel a little worried about Chen Feng.

"What a quick knife." Looking at the knife that struck at this moment, Chen Feng couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

The knife has not arrived, but the knife wind has been. Even the sword wind made him feel creepy. If it had been four months ago, in the face of this sudden knife, he would have died under this knife, and the speed and ruthlessness of this knife was definitely not inferior to that of the Central Plains.

Even if Chen Feng is now, if he didn't notice this knife just now, he would very likely die under this knife, but fortunately, when this knife was swung, he had already sensed a knife, and he was ready to fight.

He retreated backwards like lightning, the blade brushing against his neck.

Although Chen Feng knew that this knife would never kill him or hurt him, he still couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back. Sweat drops rain.

Coarse linen clothes, worn-out long knives, cripples.

Chen Feng dealt with the knife, but also observed the young swordsman, and a name immediately popped into his mind: Fu Hongxue.

His pupils shrank, looking at the crippled swordsman in front of him who had already swung out the second knife in an instant, and asked himself in his heart: Could this person be Fu Hongxue?

- Fu Hongxue, Chen Feng is no stranger to it. Although Fu Hongxue has just made his debut in this life, and has just defeated the Turkic master Bafenghan, the first strong opponent in his life, for Chen Feng in his previous life, the name Fu Hongxue has almost been imprinted in his mind.

In his previous life, he was a well-known lover of novels, and when he studied Gu Long's novels, he liked three people the most, one of which was Fu Hongxue. In the past, after reading "The Prodigal Son of the Border City" and "The Bright Moon Knife at the End of the World", he was already obsessed with Fu Hongxue and Fu Hongxue's knife.

Thinking back to Fu Hongxue's knife, he couldn't help but flash a classic sentence in the Tianya Mingyue knife in his mind: The knife flashed, faster than lightning, and more terrifying than lightning. No one can describe his sword, and when he slashed it, it seemed to carry a kind of power from hell.

At this moment, he seemed to have faced Fu Hongxue's knife, and it seemed that he had faced Fu Hongxue's unparalleled knife in the sky and on the ground, but he did not die under this knife.

Today's Fu Hongxue is the Fu Hongxue when she was young, not the Fu Hongxue who was already in the prime of life in the Tianya Mingyue Knife.

He didn't know if he would die under Fu Hongxue's knife in the face of Fu Hongxue in his prime, but now he finally didn't die.

One, two, ten.

When he swung the tenth sword, the young swordsman's face, which was full of death and death, had finally changed color.

The cold wind was like a needle prick, but neither the Rakshasa Sect disciples nor the Central Plains were a little red and Hu Jinsleeve did not feel the cold wind pricked by the needles, they felt an inexplicable breath of death, which made them can't help but give birth to the breath of death.

A dazzling sword slashed through the sky, forcing back the young swordsman's tidal attack, Chen Feng stepped forward with his sword, and the sword move turned from defense to attack in an instant, straight to the heart of the young swordsman.

The young swordsman could feel the horror of Chen Feng's sword. Many masters had absolutely no way to dodge in the face of this, because the sword that Chen Feng swung out had already sealed the way for the opponent's moves to advance and retreat.

But Fu Hongxue has.

Fu Hongxue's body suddenly showed a very deliberate posture, as if there were no half bones on her body, and she avoided this sword in a most incredible posture.

Immediately, I saw a jet-black sword light slashing down from mid-air.

Chen Feng swirled his sword and swung out a sword light, and at the same time, the peerless light skill instantly retreated, and the two returned to the position they had just met.

The young swordsman stood in place, and Chen Feng also stood in the position of jumping out of the carriage.

He looked at the young swordsman with a smile and did not make another move.

The young swordsman is no longer making a move.

Chen Feng arched his hand, looked at the young swordsman and said, "Your Excellency is Fu Hongxue?" ”

The young swordsman had already put the knife into the sheath, and when he heard Chen Feng's words, there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes without human emotions, but his complexion was still like a sculpture, and there was no change at all.

After a while, a hoarse and indifferent voice slowly spat out from the young swordsman's mouth: "Please." ”

After he finished speaking, the man took a step back and waved sideways.

Please, obviously not to ask Chen Feng to leave, but to invite Chen Feng to enter this magnificent mansion.

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, then laughed, smiling at the young swordsman who was like a corpse, with a pale face and eyes as black as ink, he didn't take a step forward, and continued: "Your Excellency is Fu Hongxue? ”

The young swordsman looked at Chen Feng, his eyes were stagnant.

Chen Feng smiled, and he calmly looked at Fu Hongxue.

The wind blew the clothes of the two, and it seemed to blow into the hearts of the two.

I don't know how long it has been, but the young swordsman finally spoke: "Yes, I am Fu Hongxue." ”

The smile on Chen Feng's face became even brighter, he stared at Fu Hongxue's people, and also looked at Fu Hongxue's knife, and said word by word: "I hope to see your true knife technique, but I also hope to never see your knife." After he finished speaking, he walked straight into a path that was out of the way of the Rakshasa disciples.

Fu Hongxue stood upright in place, his expression blank, and one of his hands still held the old scabbard.

There was already a storm in my heart: "This man can actually see my knife." ”