It's him, it's him! How could it be him?

"No...... Impossible, Gu Feng clearly said that you are dead, he can't lie to me, and he doesn't dare to lie to me! Feng Wuji's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body trembled involuntarily. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info's expression was full of horror, and the dashing folding fan in his hand fell to the side.

On the one hand, he told himself that it was not true, but on the other hand, he was extremely convinced.

This face was so real, it appeared in his dreams countless times, like a lingering nightmare. He lost count of how many times he had woken up from a nightmare because of this face.

Even if he died, he couldn't forget the sword on the Icemoon Lake. With just a sword, it shattered all his pride and resistance, and it fluttered against his neck. That kind of humiliation is even more uncomfortable than death.

It is true that this man is now full of gray hair, and he has never opened a pair of eyes. But the contours of his face did not change much, Feng Wuji was extremely determined, this was definitely the person who stabbed him on the Ice Moon Lake during the Ice Lantern Festival.

"Gu Feng? It's the Ancient Wind City Lord, right? Coincidentally, there is still a bit of a grudge that has not been settled, and if you have time, you have to look for him. Chu Chen didn't pay attention to Feng Wuji's emotions, but said lightly.

Listening to the conversation between the two, the crowd suddenly became messy.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with Feng Gongzi? Are you sick, how can you sit on the ground in a good way? ”

"What happened to the folding fan of the wind boy? The slave's favorite thing is the way he looks when he shakes the folding fan gently, how can this be? ”

"It's not true, it's not true, Feng Gongzi is definitely not frightened, that's the sixth of Songgu Eight Horses, how can he be frightened?"

“……”

No matter how you hint at yourself in your heart, the fact is clearly presented in front of you, that is, Feng Gongzi was frightened.

I was so frightened that my legs were weak, I was so frightened that I folded my fan off, and I was even more frightened that I sat on the ground and shivered.

"What's the situation, what's wrong with this white hair? When did Feng Wuji that kid become so useless? Looking at Chu Chen, and looking at Feng Wuji, Ye Xin's face was full of suspicion.

In his impression, Feng Wuji is a master who is not afraid of heaven and earth, he is rampant, and he has never been soft on anyone at all, even the few people in the Songgu Eight Horses who are ranked higher than him in the exam, and he has never been so afraid.

And Chu Chen's white hair doesn't seem to be so powerful. If it weren't for her carelessness, she believed she could have slashed him with ease.

In the stands, the atmosphere instantly became strange.

Feng Siyuan, who has always been full of spring breeze and ridicules others from time to time, is now full of purple, so angry that his nostrils are white.

On the other side, Ye Zhan, who had been under pressure, was smiling all over his face at the moment, looking at Feng Siyuan being deflated, it felt worse than getting up from the delicate body of the eighteenth room concubine.

Xu and Shi had strange faces, and although they didn't make a sound, it could be seen that they were holding back very hard.

On the main seat, Gu Yuan also had a strange smile on his face, looking at the field from time to time, looking at Feng Siyuan, only when he saw Mo Yuhan, who was full of obsession, there was a sharp flash in his eyes.

Mo Yuhan was so excited at the moment, he was barely able to restrain himself before, but when he saw Chu Chen raise his head at this moment, he couldn't hold back anymore, and his heart flew to Chu Chen.

The focus of everyone's attention is different, she doesn't care about the results of the trial, she doesn't care what happens to Ye Xuan, and she doesn't care what happens to the people of the Feng family. In her eyes, there was only Chu Chen, if she wasn't afraid of causing more trouble, she would have pounced on it a long time ago.

"Sure enough, it's you, you're not dead, you're not dead......" On the ground, Feng Wuji gasped, his eyes full of resentment.

All kinds of voices came from the ears, questioning, mocking, contempt, everything, and even some people have already blatant scolding. It was this chaotic voice that aroused the anger in his heart that was suppressed by fear.

The intense humiliation washed over the nerves, making the anger grow stronger and stronger, and soon suppressed the fear and turned into a full hatred.

Kill!

Kill!

"The only way to get rid of that nightmare is to kill him! Only by killing him can we completely cleanse me of the humiliation he has given me. Kill him...... Kill him......"

"You are no longer the Feng Wuji of the year, you have become a lot stronger in the past six months, it is easy to kill him, kill him ......"

On the one hand, he strengthened the hatred in his heart, and on the other hand, he hinted that his enemy was not terrible and could be easily defeated, and the combination of the two finally gave birth to a chilling and crazy killing intent.

"Haha...... Today, you will surely die. Feng Wuji stood up, his face was hideous and distorted, and in the midst of wild laughter, he saw his five fingers into claws, and suddenly a gust of wind blew in the void, and the folding fan that fell to the ground flew into his control.

He is strong, he is strong, and the breeze blows on the hills. He is crossed by him, and the bright moon shines on the river.

No matter how Ren Feng Wuji urged his momentum, no matter how he bloomed with monstrous killing intent, Chu Chen remained motionless, and his face did not change. There was one thing he kept in mind, and that was that he couldn't stir up murderous thoughts and cause turmoil in the Netherworld's power.

"Do you have the courage to take me?" Finally, Feng Wuji's momentum reached its peak, and a hurricane phantom appeared above his head, it was his star vein phantom, and the grade had reached the fifth grade, which was really not weak.

"You can know if I have the guts to make a move, don't be that kind of silver needle raid." Chu Chen said lightly, his words full of disdain.

"You ......" was poked in the sore spot by Chu Chen's words, and Feng Wuji was even more angry.

Immediately, without further words, a wisp of wind floated out of the phantom of the hurricane's star veins and fell on the folding fan, and in an instant, the folding fan starlight shone, and there was an inexplicable rhythm of the wind surging in it.

"Look, Feng Gongzi is going to make a killing move, this is good, that white-haired boy must be miserable."

"Mm-hmm, there's a good show. That white-haired boy is too careless to underestimate the enemy, is Feng Gongzi also a person who can be despised casually? Five-grade star vein, plus the power of the origin wind, I bet that the white-haired boy can't hold a move. ”

"Haha, I also bet, that kid will definitely not be able to hold a move. Feng Gongzi's skills are not only those, don't forget, the Feng family also has ancestral martial arts, which are up to the middle grade of the ground level fan method. Once such martial arts are used, Feng Gongzi will definitely be like a tiger with wings, sweeping away all incoming enemies. ”

"It's extreme, it's said that not long ago, Feng Gongzi once fought with a certain Star Condensation Realm powerhouse, and with all his strength, he actually won with half a move!"

Watching Feng Wuji enter the battle state, the crowd suddenly became lively. Compared with the previous boring statistics, this kind of passionate battle is undoubtedly more bloody and more in line with everyone's wishes.

"Do you hear that? This time, you're dead. "It's a good feeling of being full of power, and Feng Wuji twists his neck, enjoying it very much.

Feeling the flesh and blood all over his body and the power of his meridians, he felt more and more that the defeat on the Ice Moon Lake was just an accident, just the result of his underestimation of the enemy.

In terms of real strength, Chu Chen was not his opponent at all. Once he unfolded his heyday, Chu Chen was not his enemy at all.

"Die, whirlwind!"

Self-confidence was extremely inflated, and in the midst of the cruel smile, Feng Wuji roared angrily, the purple gold folding fan unfolded violently, and with a sweep, the sky was swept by a violent wind, and a huge pillar of wind shrouded Chu Chen from all directions.

The crowd exclaimed again and again, only to see that the pillar of wind was visibly thickening and growing, and the attraction was getting stronger and stronger, and even the birds passing by in the sky were swept into it and stirred into pieces.

"Speed dodge." Sensing the power of Feng Wuji's hand, someone immediately shouted.

After being reminded, the crowd on the martial arts arena quickly dispersed so as not to be swept in. Ye Xuan, the only one who would rather die than leave, was also forcibly taken aside by President Fan.

There were four pillars of wind, getting closer and closer, like a cage, so that Chu Chen, who was in it, had no room to escape.

As the pillar of wind approached, the tearing force became stronger and stronger. Chu Chen's robe was already bulging, and his white hair was pulled straight like a snowflake, and he would leave his scalp at any time.

However, Chu Chen didn't move for a long time, as if his feet had taken root, and it seemed that he was going to take that trick hard.

"If you don't know what to fear, you will surely die." Seeing this, some people sneered.

"Move, bastard!" In the stands, Mo Yuhan stood up involuntarily.

"Gray hair, hide, you must not be fine." Under President Fan's control, Ye Xuan couldn't move, only a pair of eyes full of eagerness.

"Damn white hair, so unkind to my sister, and stubbornly stubborn, why don't you move now? Move quickly, don't be stupid and wait for death. Although Ye Xin's mouth is poisonous, her heart is not bad.

As if hearing the call of the crowd, the moment when the four pillars of wind were about to close and devour Chu Chen, Chu Chen suddenly moved.

Silent, but there seemed to be an earth-shattering roar that sounded in the depths of the soul. In the midst of everyone's spirits, they saw that in the middle of the wind pillar, the white-haired young man waved his sword, slowly and leisurely tapped it four times, and then ......

Then there was no more, Chu Chen put away his sword, and the wind was light. Around him, the four huge pillars of wind collapsed, disappearing like spring and white snow.

Sizzle!

Everyone was shocked by the sight in front of them, and they all gasped.

A sword, an ordinary sword!

Four o'clock, extremely slow, extremely clear, everyone can see clearly!

But on the contrary, the hurricane that could destroy everything in everyone's hearts dissipated in this sword four points. Under that plain sword style, it seemed that the huge pillar of wind was the remnant of the wind and clouds, vulnerable to attack.

"Know that you are the strongest." In the stands, Mo Yuhan's brows loosened, and his cold temperament dissipated.

"Damn white hair, it's really so powerful!" Ye Xin touched his ear, as if the sword was still in his ear, and the green silk had just been cut off.

"White hair is white hair, and that bastard is going to be pissed off." Ye Xuan's thinking is always different from that of normal people.

Except for the different perspectives of these three people, most of the others paid attention to the short-lived sword and four points.

What kind of kendo realm is this? What kind of power is contained in that sword? Detailed? Or - to the truth?

It wasn't until an indifferent voice came that people came back to their senses.

"Is this your strongest blow? It's just vulnerable, ridiculously weak! ”

As he spoke, the white-haired young man drew his sword again.

A flat stab, as slow as ever, so slow that everyone was anxious to see it, and they couldn't wait to go up and help him and make the sword faster.

However, even this incomparably slow sword, in Feng Wuji's eyes, was like the scythe of death, unmatched, and there was no way to resist.

Finally, after more than half a year, the sword hit his neck again, and he was suddenly discouraged.