No one wants to die, and neither does Chen Feng. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

- If a person is living well, how can he kill himself?

Nakahara is a terrifying swordsman and the most expensive killer in the martial arts. If you talk about swords, there are not many people in the rivers and lakes who are as red as the Central Plains. So far, there are few people in the rivers and lakes who are confident that they can defeat the Central Plains, even the top ten swordsmen Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan, who are ranked on the weapon spectrum.

The confrontation between the swordsman and the swordsman is not only based on the person's martial arts cultivation, but also depends on the improvisation on the spot, the right time, the right place and the right person.

A little red in the Central Plains has killed a lot of people, but very few people have seen a little red sword in the Central Plains, and the people who have seen a little red in the Central Plains are basically dead, so few people in the rivers and lakes know how terrible and vicious the swordsmanship of a little red in the Central Plains is.

Chen Feng didn't know, although he had heard of the name of Zhongyuan Yihong before, and even seen the name Zhongyuan Yihong more than once in Gu Long's novels, but this was indeed the first time he and Zhongyuan Yihong met.

And this time when they met, Chu Feng had already gambled with his life.

-- Anyone who wants to force the Central Plains to be red out of the sword has gambled with his life, and Chen Feng is no exception.

Chen Feng didn't want to die, he didn't want to die, either in the past or now.

If ten days ago, that is, when he first met Murong Qiudi, when Zhongyuan Yihong appeared, he would never admit that he was Yan Shisan, and he would never take the initiative to fight with Zhongyuan Yihong.

At that time, his martial arts attainments were not bad, but he didn't really like swords, but now it's different, he has fallen in love with swords, he has become obsessed with swords, he wants to improve his swordsmanship attainments, and he wants to improve his kendo realm.

Therefore, when Zhongyuan Yihong appeared, he did not hesitate to say that he was Yan Shisan, he wanted to take a look at Zhongyuan Xiaohong's sword, even if it was possible to lose his life.

Some people don't value their lives, whether it's someone else's life or their own. Zhongyuan Yihong can definitely be regarded as this kind of person, and at this moment, he also believes that Chen Feng is also this kind of person, a person who doesn't care too much about his own life.

- Some things are much more important than life, such as the sword.

Zhongyuan Yihong has always suspected that Chen Feng is not Yan Shisan, and until now when facing Chen Feng, it is no exception, but he is willing to take a look at Chen Feng's sword.

He was willing to look at Chen Feng's sword, either because he had affirmed that Chen Feng was Yan Thirteen, or because he wanted to kill Yan Thirteen.

It's sincerity.

Five years ago, a little red in the Central Plains became famous in the rivers and lakes, and within a year, he took over twelve businesses in a row, killing twelve first-class masters on the rivers and lakes.

No one knows why he disappeared, only one does.

This person is Ximen Blowing Snow, that year the Central Plains a little red met Ximen Blowing Snow, he asked Ximen Blowing Snow to the sword, what is the true meaning of sword cultivation?

Simon Blowing Snow said one word: sincerity.

Sincerity in the heart, sincerity in the sword, the opportunity to reach the pinnacle of the sword, now he saw this word of sincerity from Chen Feng, so he is willing to give Chen Feng a chance to draw the sword.

Maple forests, with red leaves like blood, or hanging on trees, or the sky falling to the ground.

Chen Feng and Zhongyuan were standing opposite each other, and it had been a quarter of an hour.

In this quarter of an hour, neither Chen Feng nor Zhongyuan was a little red, and he did not speak. Although neither of them spoke, both understood each other's intentions.

They were all waiting, waiting for an opportunity, a chance to draw their swords.

Zhongyuan is not in a hurry, and Chen Feng is not in a hurry. A person who is in a hurry often cannot practice excellent swordsmanship.

How good a person's swordsmanship is depends not only on whether the person's swordsmanship is exquisite, but also on whether the person knows when to draw the sword and when to wait.

Obviously, whether it is Chen Feng or Zhongyuan Yihong, they all understand this word, which in the eyes of many famous artists, it seems that most swordsmen can't do it.

A quarter of an hour passed, Chen Feng withdrew his sharp gaze, his eyes suddenly became very calm, and even looked very mediocre, he quietly looked at the Central Plains a little red, and arched his hand: "Please." ”

Zhong Yuan didn't speak, the face with the miserable white human skin mask looked even paler, and his eyes were sharper, but there was already a trace of solemnity in his eyes, he could see that the opponent he was going to face today was an extremely terrible opponent, maybe this person was not Yan Shisan.

Sonor!

The sword light waved, Chen Feng had already drawn his sword, brushed and brushed, and in an instant, Chen Feng had already stabbed out three swords.

These three swords are not only fast and urgent, but also the parts they stab are all the key points of the Central Plains.

The essence in Zhongyuan's red eyes was even stronger, and he turned around to dodge the three swords. In his opinion, Chen Feng's sword is not extremely fast, but the ruthlessness of the move can be regarded as extremely terrifying, if Chen Feng uses this move to deal with other people who are not equal to his martial arts, Zhongyuan Yihong believes that person may have died under these three swords, but this time Chen Feng faced him.

When dodging, Zhongyuan Yihong also instantly replied to the three swords, these three swords did not have any subtlety, but they were more ruthless, tricky and terrifying than the three swords that Chen Feng stabbed just now.

Many famous experts on the rivers and lakes have commented on the swordsmanship of the Central Plains and have come to a basically the same conclusion: the swordsmanship of the Central Plains may not be the peak, but the ferocity and viciousness of the shots are no longer comparable to those on the rivers and lakes.

Such a fast, so ruthless, and such a tricky swordsmanship is naturally extremely terrifying.

The moment the sword stabbed out, it had already poked in front of Chen Feng's body, and at this moment, the sword seemed to be no longer a sword, but a poisonous snake that hunted for food, fast as lightning, fierce and vicious.

Chen Feng's face didn't change much, and the moment the sword stabbed out, he had already flown backwards, dodging the three deadly swords that were a little red in the Central Plains.

Looking at the light gong body method that is as elegant and fast as a streamer, a little red in the heart of the Central Plains has a touch of surprise, he has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for nearly ten years, and he has seen all kinds of people in the past ten years, and has killed all kinds of people, but he has never seen such a person who has practiced light skill attainments.

At this moment, he looked at Chen Feng's elegant light skills, and even thought that this person's light skills might be comparable to Chu Liuxiang, who was unparalleled in the world.

The thought flashed in his heart, and at this time, his wrist flicked, and the sword light burst out from the tip of the sword like a spark, and he instantly stabbed out thirteen more swords, this stab was at least twice as fast as before, and under the brilliant sword light, it was difficult for anyone to see the change of this sword.

Zhongyuan Yihong has begun to appreciate Chen Feng a little, but he will definitely not show mercy, in his opinion, at the moment when the warrior fights, it is either life or death, victory or defeat, there is no other possibility.

"The No. 1 fast sword in the Central Plains really lives up to its name." Looking at the Central Plains Little Red who stabbed out the thirteen swords in an instant, Chen Feng sighed in his heart, he couldn't help but admit that if it was a month ago, he would have died under the Central Plains Little Red sword, but now it may not be.

When he was amazed, the sword qi had already swept in, and at this time, Chen Feng had already swept seven or eight feet away. However, the sword light was like the poison of the bones, and it chased after him, but it never touched his clothes.

This is a sword move faster than lightning, and this is also a body faster than lightning.