Chapter Eighty-Seven, the First World War Success
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The knife was swung, and the world was pitch black, and the world seemed to fall into dead silence and despair.
Chill, indescribable chill - an indescribable strange feeling welled up in the hearts of the beholders, and in an instant their souls seemed to fall into darkness and despair.
This knife does not come from the human world at all, it comes from hell, only the Nine Hells have such a terrifying and desperate knife.
The knife was swung out, and everyone's hearts fell into despair, as if they had seen death, as if they felt their heads leave their necks, but there was no pain, because the knife was so weird and terrible.
What does that feel like? Everyone felt that every pore and every cell was slashed again and again by the knife from hell, and between life and death, reincarnation again and again.
No one can describe that feeling, and no one wants to recall that feeling, at this moment their eyes are fixed on Chen Feng, staring at Chen Feng who is facing this knife that does not belong to the world.
They are not the targets of this knife, but Chen Feng is.
Will Chen Feng also die under such a knife?
Everyone had an indescribable dullness and horror in their hearts, but everyone's eyes widened, looking at Chen Feng who was standing in the wind and snow, and looking at Chen Feng who was facing the incomparable black magic knife.
Suddenly, their faces changed.
The knife is swung out, and the speed of the knife is comparable to lightning.
Perhaps even lightning is not as fast as this sword, and this knife swings out of the world as if it is cut off by this knife.
The pitch-black sword light was as vast and deep as the end of the world.
Chen Feng was the one who faced such a knife, but everyone was surprised to find that the sword light attacked his body, Chen Feng did not pull out the sword that had fought side by side many times, when the sword light stood on his body, they even found that Chen Feng did not move, his whole body did not move at all, and he still maintained a faint smile on his face.
The hearts of the warriors watching the battle around were as if they were frozen in ice and snow for a moment.
Incredible, unbelievable.
Could it be because Fu Hongxue's knife was so fast that Chen Feng didn't react at all, so even if the knife was already cut on his body, Chen Feng didn't have a chance to draw his sword, even if his smile was still there.
Many people couldn't bear to look at Chen Feng anymore, and when they closed their eyes, they seemed to see a smiling head swirling, and blood flowed like blood from under the smooth knife edge.
At this moment, they even felt that the snow falling from the air and Chen Feng's snow were left together, leaving the most poignant and tragic snow scene in the open space of Panshi Town, and also leaving a memory in everyone's hearts that could never be erased.
Feng Siniang was no longer smiling, she glanced at Hu Jinsleeve, and her eyes were already playing with the two people facing each other: Fu Hongxue and Chen Feng.
She looked at Chen Feng, and she had already recognized Chen Feng as the former thief Liu Suifeng in Xiao Shiyilang's mouth, and the wandering swordsman who drank with her in the past.
It's just that why did the former Liu Suifeng become today's Chen Feng? Is Liu Suifeng Chen Feng's real name, or is Chen Feng Liu Suifeng's real name?
For a while, thousands of thoughts had rushed to her heart, and she had already made up her mind to ask Chen Feng no matter what.
Ask why Liu Suifeng in the past has become Chen Feng now.
Therefore, he was already ready to save Chen Feng when Fu Hongxue was about to kill Chen Feng.
She knew Fu Hongxue.
She knew that Fu Hongxue was one of the most famous people in the martial arts today, and she also knew that Fu Hongxue was famous because Fu Hongxue's knife defeated the undefeated Turkic master Ba Fenghan across the Central Plains, she had long wanted to see Fu Hongxue's knife, but she had never had a chance, and now she finally had a chance.
She wanted Fu Hongxue to take a look at her knife and her blood rouge that had killed nearly a hundred people.
Soon she saw Fu Hongxue's knife, Fu Hongxue's knife was no one, she was disappointed, soon, incredibly fast.
When Fu Hongxue's knife was swung out, she not only felt Fu Hongxue's fast and unbeatable knife, but she also felt a desolate and lonely mood from that knife, like a person who was bound with shackles all over his body, wanting to break the shackles, but he couldn't find a way to break the shackles anyway.
When she came back to her senses from the wonderful emotions in the dark, her heart sank, and she saw that Fu Hongxue's knife had been slashed at Chen Feng's neck.
Her heart sank, and her hand was already gripping the knife.
At this moment, she was sure to kill Fu Hongxue.
But now, even if she wields this knife and kills Fu Hongxue, what can she do? Could it save Chen Feng's life? Feng Siniang's heart sank and sank to the bottom.
Hu Jinsleeve's smile had also stiffened, her smile had disappeared when Fu Hongxue swung that knife, the black knife light, the knife as fast as thunder, it was hard to imagine that there was such a wonderful knife in the world.
Her smile vanished, but in the last moments of disappearance, her smile froze.
Therefore, she found that Fu Hongxue's knife had really slashed Chen Feng's neck, and Chen Feng didn't react at all.
Incredible, unbelievable.
She has always thought that Chen Feng is not a person who dies easily, especially after seeing Chen Feng this time, this feeling has become stronger and stronger.
She believed that Chen Feng would not die easily even in the face of outstanding and peerless masters such as Jade Rakshasa , Xie Xiaofeng , and Ximen Fuxue, even if Chen Feng couldn't beat those people, she also thought that Chen Feng had a way not to die.
Looking at this moment, this scene has already subverted her thoughts.
Chen Feng was going to die, and he was going to be cut off by Fu Hongxue.
She was incredible, and the result was unspeakably ironic.
This was the plan he designed, but her plan not only did not help Chen Feng, but killed Chen Feng.
Stunned for a moment, stunned for a moment, the knife had already swung out, cutting off Chen Feng's neck.
It seemed that everyone's hearts had heard the sound of the head being cut off, and many people couldn't help but close their eyes.
Some people who opened their eyes could see Fu Hongxue's knife, the light of the knife had engulfed Chen Feng, and Chen Feng's body had been cut in half by that knife.
There are thousands of emotions that arise in a moment.
Some people regret why they didn't bet, some people sigh that a young man who has just become the most famous in the martial arts died like this, some people are proud, and some people disdain......
But it's just a moment.
The person who showed this series of emotions was shocked again.
Everyone has blood, even the best in the world, when they are killed, they will definitely bleed.
How is it possible to cut off a head without bleeding?
But why didn't Chen Feng bleed?
The jet-black sword light dissipated, and a knife stood in the flying snow, holding it in Fu Hongxue's hand.
Fu Hongxue held the knife, and a pair of eyes without human emotions already showed an incredible color.
The knife was still the same familiar one, but there was no blood in the knife that he expected.
There was no blood at all.
This knife was swung out, Fu Hongxue thought that Chen Feng was dead, he didn't want Chen Feng to die, he wanted to accept it, but it was too late, this knife was swung, Chen Feng would definitely die.
He could see that his knife had cut off Chen Feng's neck, but Chen Feng was not dead, and there was no blood on the knife.
The broken neck and the broken body suddenly disappeared like a gust of wind, leaving no trace.
Suddenly, there was an exclamation of surprise in the silent snowy clearing.
One person stood diagonally behind Fu Hongxue, with a faint smile on his face, still light and light.
In this battle, this person is destined to become famous in a fight, regardless of life or death.