The person facing off, the sword to be released, at this moment, both the person and the sword are waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to draw the sword. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Autumn is strong, and the wind is as cool as water and as a knife.

Shuai Yifan has a sword in his hand, an ink sword that dominated the world in the past.

His left hand held the scabbard, and his right hand was not on the hilt, but his hand could not help but grasp the hilt. In the past ten years of retreat from the rivers and lakes, there is no one on the rivers and lakes who can let him have the idea of drawing a sword, but now he has it, but he can't help but control this impulse to draw a sword, he is ready to draw a sword, but now he can't draw a sword.

-- When the sword is unsheathed, it is equivalent to fighting for life, either you die or I die.

At this moment, he didn't have the certainty of killing Chen Feng, nor was he sure of defeating Chen Feng, although he already wanted to draw his sword, but he couldn't draw it.

Shuai Yifan is waiting, waiting for an opportunity, a flaw.

The confrontation of masters is like the confrontation between two armies, looking for the flaws of the opponent, and attacking the enemy's shortcomings with their own strengths.

But now Shuai Yifan still hasn't found that opportunity, that opportunity to hit with one blow and kill with one blow, so he can only continue to wait.

He knows his strengths and strengths.

His martial arts knowledge and adaptability to the right moves are definitely not comparable to Chen Feng, but there is one thing he can't help but admit, if it comes to physical strength and spirit, it is difficult for him to occupy much advantage in Chen Feng's body, so if you want to be invincible, then every shot must be fast and accurate, and do not give the opponent any chance to counterattack.

At this moment, the white light flashed, and the sword was unsheathed.

A dull look flashed in Shuai Yifan's eyes, and then he also drew his sword out of its sheath.

A sword, a black ink sword.

The ink sword slashed through the sky, leaving a long scratch, black as black, pitch black, rich, and narrow.

The iron sword was swung out, the speed was too fast, only a faint white light was seen, and the sword slashed like a golden rainbow, with a sonorous sound.

Before the long swords could clash, the two sword lights had already collided, shining with dazzling cold light in the air.

There was a heavy pressure in his hand, Shuai Yifan's eyes were even brighter, calm and calm, in the face of the sword momentum that came like a mountain and a sea, he instantly turned into an unpredictable wind and clouds, impermanence and intangible, in the face of Chen Feng's heavy and domineering sword moves again and again, although it looked like a flat boat on the sea, ready to sink at any time, but it was always easy to capsize.

Chen Feng's expression has not changed, his moves are more ruthless and fast every time, and his moves are more weird and changeable every time, but Shuai Yifan is like an iron plate, no matter how it attacks, it also occupies half a bit of cheapness.

- Shuai Yifan didn't use many amazing moves, but every move was absolutely useful and effective. Although Chen Feng and Shuai Yifan fought to the death, at this moment, he couldn't help but admire this opponent's mastery of kendo and his terrifying ability to adapt to changes on the spot.

The sword qi pierced the sky, and every time the two clashed, a large area of bright red maple leaves on the ground fluttered and swirled, and the sword light swept through, and it was cut in half by the sword qi smoothly, like a feather meeting water, and instantly sank. There were only two spectators present, Murong Qiudi and Fei Yu, the former was born in a famous family, and his knowledge of martial arts can be compared with ordinary people, and the latter is a desperate killer who has been between life and death, and their understanding of moves cannot be described as profound.

While the confrontation was still in the face, Murong Qiudi had already begun to be a little worried, and when the long sword slashed at the edge, her heart was even more uplifted, and it was the same now. Her eyesight is so clever that even Xie Xiaofeng, who is now recognized as one of the top ten swordsmen, has admired it. She can see that the confrontation between Shuai Yifan and Chen Feng has reached an extremely critical point.

One sword wins, one sword loses.

Even a sword is born, and a sword is dead.

Fei Yu's back has been left with cold sweat, like a needle on his back, and there is a cold knife in his heart ready to stab at any time.

He is a killer who has been torn between life and death for many years, and he is naturally much more sensitive to life and death than most people in the world. At this moment, he watched the duel between Chen Feng and Shuai Yifan, and every time he picked up Feng, he had the excitement of a crisis where life and death hung by a thread. Not long ago, Chen Feng and the Central Plains were a little red, Murong Qiudi once told him that although Chen Feng was unknown, his martial arts attainments were not trivial, but he believed that even if Chen Feng successfully escaped from the swordsman of the Central Plains, he would rather believe that it was the Central Plains that let Chen Feng go, and it was hard to believe that Chen Feng had the ability to defeat the Central Plains.

Now that he has witnessed the confrontation between Chen Feng and Shuai Yifan, he can't help but believe at this moment: Chen Feng now does have the capital of a master in the world.

"If I fight Chen Feng, how many moves can I stop him?" Fei Yu looked up at the endless stream of exquisite moves, Chen Feng and Shuai Yifan, who were fighting on the mountain road, and secretly worried in his heart.

- He used to be a little sure, but now he is not sure.

Shuai Yifan waved his sword coldly, his body was erratic, like the wind and clouds in the sky, impermanent, uncertain and invisible.

But his sword is not a storm in the sky, but a stone pillar of mountains and seas that is enough to lay the foundation.

Chen Feng's swordsmanship is changeable, treacherous and muddy, sometimes like a rugged mountain road, and it is difficult to see its purpose; Sometimes it is like a mountain peak falling from the sky, with the power to break through thousands of armies; Sometimes like the wind, changeable and ingenious.

"Nowadays, in the martial arts, if you talk about the changeability of swordsmanship, there may be many people who can compete with Chen Feng, but if you talk about the change of moves, there is no one in the rivers and lakes who can compare with Chen Feng." At this moment, neither Shuai Yifan, Murong Qiudi, nor Feiyu could not help but admit this.

Shuai Yifan's swordsmanship is different from Chen Feng's swordsmanship, Chen Feng's swordsmanship is sometimes unpredictable, sometimes turbulent and powerful, sometimes sharp, and it is difficult to generalize in one word. But Shuai Yifan's swordsmanship is different, Chen Feng and Shuai Yifan fight, and he has only one evaluation of Shuai Yifan's swordsmanship: accurate and deadly.

Each of Shuai Yifan's swords is very accurate, and it seems that it has already been designed. Each move is very lethal, and it seems that you have already set up where you want to unsheath your sword long before you draw it. Chen Feng, who hadn't fought with Shuai Yifan before, didn't think Shuai Yifan was so powerful, but now he understood how terrible Shuai Yifan was.

Anyone who fights with Shuai Yifan will feel a kind of powerlessness, because the opponent will feel that Shuai Yifan is not a person at all, but a machine, a machine that has studied swordsmanship for many years, and now this machine has reached an extreme understanding of swordsmanship, no matter what moves can be very calm, like an iron plate, which is difficult to break.

Now that the confrontation continues like this, Chen Feng thinks that he has at least a fifty percent chance of winning with his physical strength, but he doesn't want to get such a victory, he flicks his wrist, and his moves change again.

With a flick of his wrist, a ball of essence appeared on the tip of the sword, Chen Feng swooped down with his sword, and the man and the sword turned into lightning and rushed towards Shuai Yifan.

Only then did I see the sword, and the sword had already appeared in front of me.

Shuai Yifan took a step back and returned fire with his sword, calmly.

Chen Feng used his body skills to the extreme, and at the same time, with lightning-fast swordsmanship, he launched a mercury-like offensive against Shuai Yifan again and again, in the eyes of Murong Qiudi and Feiyu, it seemed that seven or eight people were killing Shuai Yifan in different directions and angles at the same time.

Murong Qiudi's beautiful eyes rippled with brilliance, and the calm and calm Fei Yu couldn't help but be amazed in his heart.

He not only admired Chen Feng's swordsmanship attainments, but also feared Shuai Yifan.

――It is hard to imagine that this martial arts celebrity, who has retired to the martial arts for more than ten years, has reached such a terrifying level of comprehension of swordsmanship and the speed of on-the-spot response.

He even thought that it would only be a matter of time before Shuai Yifan defeated Chen Feng.

Shuai Yifan swung his sword to deal with Chen Feng's lightning-fast and precise and ruthless arch, his thoughts were different from Feiyu's.

-- It is said that the authorities are obsessed with bystanders, but in fact, sometimes it is true that bystanders are confused, and the authorities are clear.

In his opinion, perhaps it was not Chen Feng who was defeated......