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With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the sword suddenly gave birth to a soft force.

Chen Feng stepped a little, and with the help of the strength of a maple tree, he turned around in an instant, and raised his sword and stabbed.

"Dingding......

A series of long sword clashes rang out.

There was still no change on the red face of the Central Plains, but he was already a little surprised in his heart, the swordsmanship used by Chen Feng before was clearly a very fast and ruthless sword path, but this time he obviously felt that Chen Feng's sword path had changed, and it had become boneless, although it seemed to be just defensive, but in fact, it was a hidden needle in the cotton, looking for the opportunity, and killing him.

After thinking about it, the Central Plains stabbed out thirteen swords with a little red.

These thirteen swords have no other characteristics, except that they are more ruthless, more vicious, and faster.

Chen Feng didn't have any expression on his face, now his martial arts attainments may not be anything in the martial arts, but the light martial arts are rare in the world. He used his elegant and ghostly body to dodge the fast sword of the Central Plains, and alternated the moves of the Central Plains with the fluttering sword technique and the fast sword of the Perfection Realm.

The sword light flew, and in no matter how many breaths it went, the two of them had already stabbed out at least ninety-three swords.

Every time the long sword was stabbed, the two of them faced an extremely thrilling situation, as if they could kill at any time, and they could be killed at any time.

Whether it is Zhongyuan Yihong or Chen Feng, they can feel this feeling of walking on the blade of their lives, but the swordsmanship of the two people is not disordered in the slightest, and the sword is still fast and agile, and there is still no mud and water, hesitating and wandering.

Chen Feng's face had no expression, but there was already a strange color in his eyes, and he found that the sword of the person in front of him seemed to have no limit of speed at all, nor did it have the limit of strength at all. The sword of the Central Plains is a little red faster than a sword, a sword is more ruthless than a sword, a sword is more tricky than a sword, an unprecedented sense of oppression rises in his heart, he can even feel that his life is just hanging on a rope, fortunately the person who grabbed the rope is himself, and his hand is still very steady.

Zhongyuan Yihong no longer has any emotions, his sword stabs faster and faster and more tricky, his eyes are as sharp as a sword, his body seems to be like a precision machine, and there is absolutely no fallacy every time he stabs out of the sword.

In all fairness, the swordsmanship of a little red in the Central Plains is indeed not the pinnacle, but the ruthlessness and viciousness of the swordsmanship is indeed not comparable to few people, not to mention that at this moment, Chen Feng also found that there is a more terrible feature in the swordsmanship of the Central Plains, that is, the Central Plains is a little red and does not spare his life at all.

Zhongyuan is a little red doesn't care about his own life, nor does he care about other people's lives, he rarely defends with a horizontal sword, a swing of the sword is a terrible attack of mercury, a sword as fast as lightning, extremely tricky and exquisite swordsmanship, enough to overwhelm most of the warriors in the world, and at this time, he will increase the limit of speed, and take the opponent's life with a sword.

A swordsman's sword must be not only fast, but also slow!

Only in the slow can the fast be displayed, which is an extremely simple truth. The same is true of the sword that is a little red in the Central Plains, but his sword makes others feel different, as soon as he comes out of the sword, it will make people feel fast, but when he kills you in the end, it will make you feel that his sword is faster, and there seems to be no limit to speed at all.

Chen Feng had seen the sword of [Immortal Danfeng] Ye Qiubai, Ye Qiubai's sword was peaceful and extremely fast. Maybe in terms of swordsmanship, Ye Qiubai's sword can be compared to the Central Plains a little red, but in terms of the speed and strength of the sword, Ye Qiubai is definitely not as red as the Central Plains.

Chen Feng couldn't help but admit that the sword of the Central Plains was indeed the fastest sword he had ever seen in his life, and the Central Plains was worthy of being the fastest sword in the Central Plains, and it really lived up to its reputation.

When the one hundred and forty-third sword stabbed out, it suddenly paused a foot away in front of Chen Feng's throat, and although his sword stabbed out, it still paused so naturally, and even the sword did not tremble. Chen Feng's figure also suddenly stopped, and the two faced each other, and they seemed to condense in the air.

Zhong Yuan stared at Chen Feng with a little red, two ghostly lights shot out of his eyes, his hand held the sword, the sword was always a foot away from Chen Feng, and he didn't move in proportion. But Chen Feng could feel the terrifying sword momentum contained in the sword, but Chen Feng didn't move, he looked at the Central Plains a little red.

The two of them suddenly paused in the air, although their light skills were high, but at the moment of pause, the two of them could only slowly fall to the ground, falling to the ground like a leaf, startling seven or eight bright red maple leaves on the ground fluttering in the air.

Zhong Yuan said coldly: "Just now you used the Huashan Sect's floating sword technique and a kind of extremely fast sword, not the Thirteen Deadly Swords." ”

Chen Feng smiled and didn't speak.

He has nothing to say, although the fluttering sword technique is not as famous as the Qingfeng Thirteen Style, it is also an extremely clever sword technique of the Huashan School, but anyone with a little eyesight should also have the name of this sword technique. But anyone who has some insight should also see this sword.

Nowadays, although the Huashan faction is in charge of the master of Kumei, there are only a few disciples in person, but the fluttering swordsmanship often appears on the rivers and lakes, and many outer disciples of the Huashan faction also know this set of swordsmanship, this swordsmanship is feminine and incomparable, and there are needles hidden in the cotton, although it is easy to learn but difficult to master.

A little red in the Central Plains is famous for killing people in the rivers and lakes, he only kills people with a sword, and his swordsmanship and knowledge are naturally not bad. Therefore, Chen Feng did not refute the sentence that the Central Plains was a little red, and there was no way to refute it.

Zhongyuan looked at Chen Feng with a little red, he didn't speak, just looked at Chen Feng.

After a while, Chen Feng said: "Yes, this is not the Thirteen Swords of Death. ”

Zhongyuan said with a little redness: "Why don't you use the Thirteen Deadly Swords?" ”

Chen Feng closed his mouth again.

Zhongyuan was a little red but not silent, he stared at Chen Feng and said word by word: "You are not Yan Shisan." He said it calmly, but his tone was indescribably affirmative.

Chen Feng looked at Zhongyuan a little red, he looked at Zhongyuan a little red, he originally wanted to ask: "Why do you think I am not Yan Shisan?" But he didn't ask this sentence, this sentence came to his mouth and couldn't be asked, he said: "Yes, I am not Yan Thirteen." ”

Zhongyuan's red eyes were still cold and gloomy, but the glow in his eyes was even worse, and he said: "There are not many people in the martial arts who have one hundred and forty-three swords and are unharmed, but you are definitely not a very famous person in the martial arts. ”

Chen Feng laughed, he looked at Zhongyuan a little red, and said, "Why?" ”

Zhongyuan said lightly: "Because I have basically seen those people." ”

Chen Feng was still laughing, but he also understood the meaning of the Central Plains' red words, how could he not understand the person he wanted to kill as a killer? Therefore, famous people, people like a little red in the Central Plains should basically have been seen, because those are the people he may want to kill in the future.

"Although you are not famous, you can take one hundred and forty-three swords from me, and you can't be regarded as clever." After he finished speaking, he suddenly put the three-foot Qingfeng into the scabbard, and said solemnly: "A little red in the lower Central Plains." ”

Chen Feng no longer had a smile on his face, only a solemn look, and he said, "Under Chen Feng." ”