Feeling the high-frequency vibration and strong power coming from the sword's body, Zhongyuan flashed a little red with a hint of surprise and even surprise. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The timing, angle, and speed of that sword shot just now were already his peak strength, and so far there were many famous masters in the martial arts who had died under that sword, but Chen Feng did not.

Chen Feng didn't die under that sword, Zhongyuan was not surprised, he never thought that he could use this trick to take Chen Feng's life, if Chen Feng was really so vulnerable, he would definitely not waste half a year of hard work to cultivate swordsmanship because of this wasted man.

He was only surprised because of the moves that Chen Feng used to deal with that sword.

Chen Feng cracked his move just now, which was to point the sword body with a sword, and finally caused the sword body to shift in direction, resolving the crisis of killing with a sword.

This move seemed very commonplace and even ordinary, but as a kendo master, as a top killer, he understood how much confidence and how clever the swordsmanship was contained in this seemingly commonplace move.

He is known as the fastest sword in the Central Plains in Jianghu Mountain, and although he is not unparalleled in the world, he is rarely compared. His sword is sometimes faster than lightning, and it is extremely difficult for anyone to capture his sword and the direction in which it is sent.

But Chen Feng's sword not only stabbed his sword body, but also stabbed the part that could change the direction of the sword very accurately.

It was only about an inch, and his sword was unmatched.

If Chen Feng's sword stabbed the part of the sword body that changed the sword momentum, then Chen Feng would only die.

The angle, strength, speed, and timing of the sword-to-sword contact must be precisely controlled, and if there is a mistake, Chen Feng will only die.

Chen Feng didn't die, he took this sword, is this just a coincidence?

Zhongyuan Yihong has never thought that there are coincidences in the world, and any coincidences are just the result of people's calculations, hard work, and talent.

He only believed in the facts, and now he was defeated in front of him only one fact: Nakahara Yihong had cracked his sword in an incredible way, and unscathed.

Zhong Yuan looked at Chen Feng with a little red, he felt that the person in front of him was more interesting, and he also found that the retreat and penance in the past six months was definitely not a waste of time, but an accumulation between life and death.

There are very few words between Zhongyuan Yihong and Chen Feng, but in the process of the two fighting, Zhongyuan Yihong changed his evaluation of Chen Feng little by little, which is to accurately raise the evaluation of Chen Feng, and now Chen Feng seems to be a master who is no less difficult to deal with than Chu Liuxiang, Lu Xiaofeng and others in the eyes of Zhongyuan Yihong.

His evaluation and understanding of Chen Feng can be said to have undergone earth-shaking changes, but one thing has not changed: Zhongyuan Yihong still wants to stab the sword into Chen Feng's throat.

Without a pause, a silver-white sword qi flowed from the tip of the sword, falling like a waterfall, and with the flash of the red figure of the Central Plains, it appeared in front of Chen Feng in an instant, and slashed down from mid-air.

The air hissed, as if space had been torn apart by the sword.

In an instant, the sword momentum was even faster, sharper and more terrifying than just now, and the confrontation between the two became even more thrilling and terrifying.

Half a year ago, Zhongyuan Yidian Red and Chen Feng made a covenant to fight again, and in this half a year, Zhongyuan Yihong did not take on a business, and devoted himself to practicing swordsmanship diligently.

He only slept four hours a day, and spent almost all of the rest of his time practicing his sword. Every day, the average stabbing sword is tens of thousands of stabs, splitting the sword is tens of thousands of stabs, and the sword is ...... tens of thousands of times, and the most basic moves in swordsmanship do not have any slack cultivation.

He definitely didn't stop practicing for a few days, but practiced hard and non-stop, and it had been half a year now, if it hadn't been for Chen Feng finding him, he would still be cultivating.

Cultivating martial arts is definitely not a pleasant thing to do, and the process is not only painful, but also lonely. If a person can't be hard and lonely, it is absolutely impossible to practice a sword technique as fast and terrifying as lightning as a little red in the Central Plains.

Nakahara didn't know how his swordsmanship was, but at least he knew that now the sword in his hand had been completely integrated with others, and sometimes he even thought that the sword was his hand, even more intimate than his hand.

At this time, he had already made a move against Chen Feng, he didn't have any reservations, he didn't dare to have any reservations, he could see that Chen Feng didn't use all his strength just now, so he didn't dare to keep his hand, if he still kept his hand, the person who died under the sword was not Chen Feng, but he was a little red.

Zhongyuan is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to die with regret.

The rain fell like a curtain of beads, getting heavier and more urgent, and the wind howled and rustled the trees.

The forest is full of terrifying killing machines, and in the rain there are two people fighting to the death, each sword is ready to kill the opponent, and anyone watching the battle here will be terrified and surprised.

was surprised, not because of the thrill of the confrontation between the two, but because the two fought fiercely, but the raindrops falling in the sky and the blowing wind did not seem to have the slightest effect on the two of them.

Chen Feng and Zhongyuan were still clean and dry, and there was not a trace of rain on them. The wind that blew the trees 'shook their heads' did not react at all.

Both seemed to have forgotten everything around them and were fully engaged in the duel.

Central Plains a little red swordsmanship is fast and vicious, this Chen Feng has already understood, even if now his light skills have improved by leaps and bounds compared to when facing the Central Plains a little red, but in the face of the Central Plains a little red sword, the sword momentum can still only be flashed, he can imagine that if the Central Plains a little red is not facing a master like him who is excellent in light skills and proficient in swordsmanship, that person fell under the sword of the Central Plains a little red not long ago.

Fortunately, he is Chen Feng, not someone else, so although his situation is dangerous now, he still has the strength to fight back.

At this time, Zhongyuan Yihong had already stabbed out one hundred and eighty-nine swords, if nothing else, with Zhongyuan Yihong's physical strength, he could at least stab more than three hundred swords, and each sword could be just now, enough to kill a first-class master in the world.

Chen Feng was not willing to delay, he wanted to solve it quickly.

A sword swung out, and a silver-white sword appeared on the sword body, instantly forcing back a little red in the Central Plains.

Chen Feng's eyes were cold, his palm was slightly loose, the sword in his hand spun wildly, and the terrifying sword qi was swallowing on the sword body, and the sword struck out fiercely in an instant.

Zhongyuan was a little red and expressionless, but how could he not know Chen Feng's thoughts? At this moment, Chen Feng obviously wanted to decide the winner with a sword.

The Central Plains is a little red to make a sword, and his swordsmanship has no special moves, but every move is incomparably terrifying and ruthless.

His sword moves are still very ordinary sword moves, and his sword is still a thorn.

No one can help but admit that although the sword move of the Central Plains is simple, the Central Plains has already practiced the stabbing move to the peak of the realm.

In the wind, in the rain, two swords, two people strike again.

But this time is different from the previous confrontations, but the winner is the best of life and death.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth seemed to be still, but the two swords did not stand still, the sword stopped, the person stopped, and the blood slipped from the tip of the sword.