Jiang Fengye, is he a master, if someone asks this sentence, others must look at him like a fool, Jiang Fengye is of course a master, and he is a top master, Jiang Fengye's swordsmanship has been famous as early as twenty years ago, and the people who can surpass him in the martial arts will not exceed the number of hands. If someone watched the battle in this battle, everyone would think that Chu Zhuanghan would die under that blue water sword, and now the wooden chicken hidden under the dead leaves felt like this, especially when he saw that Jiang Fengye had already drawn out his sword, a sword as green as water, transparent as a cicada's wings, the sword body seemed to be crystalline, and the sharpness of this sword naturally went without saying. Jiang Fengye has been using this sword since he became famous, and it is generally much more difficult to practice this kind of soft sword than an ordinary sword, and Jiang Fengye has always practiced a soft sword, this blue water sword has always been hung on his waist, only when he is taking a bath, Jiang Fengye will take this sword off, and even when he sleeps, he will tie himself around his waist. He used this sword to kill, he is already very familiar with twisting, how else can this sword kill, he no longer knows, because the way he can use this sword to kill, he has been integrated into his swordsmanship, twenty-four style clear spring and clear water swordsmanship, this swordsmanship is with this sword, he is for this sword, only to create this supreme swordsmanship, if he is given a sword, the power of this swordsmanship will be inferior to fifty percent.

"Good sword." Chu Zhuanghan is a swordsman, a pretentious swordsman, his sword is a good sword, but he doesn't think that only his own sword in the world will be a good sword. Jiang Fengye's blue water sword is undoubtedly a good sword, but it's a pity that Jiang Fengye is not worthy of using this sword, because he is a person who uses a sword at all, looking at this sword, he feels that Jiang Fengye deserves to die even more in his heart. So his breath was a little colder, if others saw it, at this time, Chu Zhuanghan was still in the mood to comment on Jiang Fengye's sword, he would definitely feel that he had a problem with his brain, Mu Ji thought so, he was happy in his heart, if Chu Zhuanghan died under Jiang Fengye's sword, then this would be the easiest order among his killer professions, because he didn't need to do it himself, he could make money.

"It's not good, it's not good, because it hasn't drunk blood yet." Jiang Fengye said with a cold face, the cold of late autumn was like a sharp cold knife, scraping on their bodies one by one, it was so cold and piercing, but they didn't care, they didn't care at all. Because no matter how cold the wind is, the cold knife is not as cold as the cold in their hearts, at this time, there is only one kind in their eyes, they are very tacit, and the silent tacit understanding is like a spark, bursting out in their eyes, this world, it seems that only a very simple life and death are left. In an instant, Jiang Fengye made a move, and the blue water sword stabbed straight out, stabbing towards Chu Zhuang Han, this bland stab, no one would feel ordinary. Because this sword, if it was just a bland stab, then it would not appear in Jiang Fengye's hand, the sword pierced Chu Zhuanghan's right chest, no matter who it was, the first reaction was to use the sword to resist the right chest. Many people will do this, but those people are already dead, this sword is the sword of the countercurrent in the clear spring and clear water sword, the water has a downstream and a countercurrent, this is known to many people, but few people know, the sword also has a homeopathic and contrarian trend. The martial arts in the world are all strange, Jiang Fengye still remembers calling her daughter, she always didn't know the point of this countercurrent sword.

"Daddy, how is your sword against the current not like martial arts, but like a juggling of rivers and lakes, obviously a sword stabbed the left, but in the end it fell to the right, and a sword stabbed down, but it fell?" His daughter asked him with a puzzled look in her big black eyes.

"In this world's martial arts, each sect has its own strengths, and as long as a person exerts a martial art to the extreme, he can be proud of the others. Some people feel that their martial arts are not as good as others, because his martial arts cheats are not as powerful as others, so they learn from the east and get together from the west, obviously they have learned many kinds of top martial arts, but they have become crooked melons and cracked dates. Jiang Fengye said casually, that's right, many people think that their martial arts are not good, not because of their own talent and perseverance in practicing martial arts, but because their martial arts secrets are too poor, so they are not as powerful as others, but some people have practiced a lot of peerless magic skills, and they have never been as powerful as they imagined, they will feel that this person is not talented, if they practice for him, they will definitely surpass him. Liu Qing died in his hands was such a person, Liu Qing's swordsmanship inherited from the world's famous contemporary swordsmanship, everyone in the three friends of the cold is the pinnacle of swordsmanship, martial arts, and Liu Qing won their love, but also passed on a lot of top swordsmanship, although at first his starting point was very high. But even if a person is exhausted in a supreme martial art, he may not be able to study it thoroughly, not to mention that he has learned so many peerless magic skills, he simply does not have so many martial arts in mental mechanics, so he died under his own sword.

"Father, I understand, that is to say, there is no difference between strength and weakness in martial arts itself, if you can't beat others, it's because you haven't understood your martial arts thoroughly." The little girl said with a clear face, after hearing her father's teachings, she seemed to understand a truth, and when the little girl said this, Jiang Fengye's face was very satisfied.

"Yes, our family's swordsmanship is my father's self-created clear spring and clear water swordsmanship, the key to clear spring and clear water swordsmanship is in one word, that is change, change is his nature, just like two people are cheating each other, you lie to me, I lie to you, when the other party can't see clearly that you lie to him, but you can see through the other party to lie to you, this wins." Jiang Feng said with a smile on his beard.

"I understand, the sword of the reverse current, in fact, has always been a direct stab in one place, for example, if you stab the right chest, it has always been a stab in the right chest, and if you stab the throat, it has always been a stab in the throat, and others seem to be stabbing somewhere else, that's because they have been deceived." The little girl said.

"Good daughter, worthy of being my daughter, yes, this is the sword of the countercurrent, in fact, at the beginning, the sword of the countercurrent will only stab one place, as for others who seem to stab the left, and finally stab the right, they don't understand, why they obviously see the sword falling on the left, why they are guarding the left, but in the end the sword fell on the right, because it was their eyes that deceived themselves, the master made a move, sometimes believe in your eyes too much, you will lose, and you will lose very badly." Jiang Feng said earnestly.

"So what can you believe?" The daughter asked.

"Heart."

"Heart?" The daughter didn't understand, so she frowned.

"That's right, you can only believe in your own heart, and you can only discover the mystery with your heart." Jiang Feng said at night.

If it is used by others, this move may still have some flaws, and people can see the blunt flaws between the moves, but if it is used by him, absolutely no one in the world can see it. Because there are very few changes to this countercurrent sword, but it is also the most difficult to guess, because this sword seems to pierce the right chest, but when you guard the right chest, this stab will fall on the left chest, and when you guard the left chest, this sword will stab your right chest, and no one can guess in advance. So there are countless masters who died under Jiang Fengye's sword, and now seeing the sword getting closer and closer to Chu Zhuanghan, Jiang Fengye's eyes are becoming more and more impatient, but his sword can only be so fast, but Chu Zhuanghan still didn't move, and the sword was still in the scabbard. Ding, the sword was not stabbed in the right chest in the end, but stabbed into the heart buckle of the left chest, and the imaginable bloody scene through the heart did not happen. I saw Chu Zhuanghan's snow-white scabbard, horizontal between the mouths of the heart, Jiang Fengye's sword, stabbed on the scabbard, the emerald green sword body bent, buzzing, the force of the rebound sounded, shaking Jiang Fengye's body back four or five steps, but Chu Zhuanghan was still as steady as Mount Tai, he had never seen how Chu Zhuanghan blocked the scabbard between his chest, as if he had already expected where his sword would pierce. Under this sword, Jiang Fengye's face changed, and the eyes of the wooden rooster among the dead leaves also condensed, and he didn't even see that sword clearly, and it was impossible for him to guess where Jiang Fengye would stab. Is Chu Zhuanghan luck? Definitely not, if it was by luck, Chu Zhuanghan would definitely not be alive now.

"How do you know where I'm going to stab?" Jiang Fengye asked in surprise, he never thought that Chu Zhuanghan would block his sword, but Chu Zhuanghan didn't answer him, just looked at him coldly. As if he was staring at a dead person, this kind of look fell on Jiang Fengye's face, and he felt very bad. Jiang Feng was furious at night, the sword shot again, it was another move of the clear spring and clear water sword, ding, but it was blocked by Chu Zhuanghan again, the sword was still not unsheathed, it was still as stable as Mount Tai, and it was still light and light. At this moment, a look of fear appeared in Jiang Fengye's pupils, if that sword was still luck, then what about this sword? This is no longer luck, but Chu Zhuanghan's martial arts are terrifying, especially the ability to anticipate the enemy's opportunities, which is not something ordinary people can have. He didn't believe it, he didn't believe that Chu Zhuanghan would be so powerful, so several swords in a row, all of them were the essence of the Qingquan and Blue Water Sword, even if he was a first-class master, he couldn't catch it, but they were all caught by Chu Zhuanghan, and it was extremely easy to catch it, and finally Jiang Fengye felt the horror of this matter. Chu Zhuanghan came to kill him, from beginning to end, he came to kill him, not to compete with him, killing him means that Chu Zhuanghan can easily kill him if he wants to kill him, this idea is terrifying, but it seems that this is already a fact.

The cold of late autumn was whistling and blowing, like a cold knife, cutting the flesh and blood on Jiang Fengye's body, Jiang Fengye at this time seemed to be dozens of years old, faltering step by step, very old. An old man, of course, is very pitiful, but this poor old man, just now in front of Chu Zhuanghan, used his lifelong mastery of the Clear Spring and Clear Water Sword, twenty-four styles, each move and one style, is enough to kill people, but he can kill anyone, it seems that he can't kill Chu Zhuanghan, Jiang Fengye has never felt that he is old, but at this moment he feels that he is already very old, and he has already felt the end of his life. Desperate, lonely, weak, pitiful, the only thing that still has a trace of arrogance is that he is still holding a sword, and it is definitely a stupid thing to put down the sword at this time, because in the face of Chu Zhuanghan, he should hold a sword. Chu Zhuanghan's sword still hasn't been pulled out, the next thing is that he is going to draw his sword, what are the consequences after drawing the sword, of course, it is to see life and death, twenty-four supreme swordsmanship, but he has never killed Chu Zhuanghan, and now he has no means to kill Chu Zhuanghan. But Chu Zhuanghan is finally going to make a move, his hand is very slow, because he doesn't need to be fast, the world's swordsmanship is mainly light and fast, and there is a way that the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, but Chu Zhuanghan's sword doesn't need to be fast, because killing people doesn't need to be fast. The sound of the sword unsheathed, like the floating clouds in the sky being swept by the wind, launched a burst of heavenly sounds, the sword is very white, white as jade, slowly pierced out, the arc of the sword, like the most elegant and perfect action in the whole sky, the simplest action, but even anyone can use it. But there will definitely be no one who can make this sword so perfect like Chu Zhuanghan, no matter how simple a sword is, make it so perfect, that is the most beautiful, Jiang Feng didn't move at night, he wanted to move, a voice in his heart told him that if he didn't move, he would die, but his body didn't seem to listen to him, and he couldn't move, so the sword pierced his throat, and when his sword pulled out of his throat, the blood was stained under his sword, rolling down like raindrops, and falling on the dead leaves, As if outlining a lot of blood-colored plum blossoms, he slowly turned around. Step by step, he stepped on the dead leaves, and came to the top of the wooden chicken, and the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground and pointed at the head of the wooden chicken. At this moment, Mu Ji didn't dare to move, he didn't move, he was praying in his heart, at this moment Mu Ji was not confident, he was very confident, so confident that even God couldn't find him, but at this moment, he doubted himself, if there was a god in the world, then there was only this person, the blood on the sword dripped clean, and his sword was sheathed.

"You can help him collect his body." The cold words were like falling into the ice cave with the body of the wooden chicken, but he didn't dare to move, and of course he didn't dare to speak. Chu Zhuanghan walked away and disappeared into the dry forest, at this time, the dead leaves buried in the wooden chicken kept shaking, and he firmly believed in his heart that even if a person gave him all the money in the world in the future, he would not kill Chu Zhuanghan, because it was no longer a person, but a god, and a god was not something that people could kill, so he would not kill Chu Zhuanghan, never, if he really wanted to face Chu Zhuanghan one day, he would commit suicide himself, because he would never dare to fight with such a person. Who is Xiao Bai? Muji has never seen it, but he defeated Chu Zhuanghan, but Muji will not cut himself, because he is not Chu Zhuanghan, because there is only one Chu Zhuanghan in the world, and his fear of Chu Zhuanghan does not mean that he is afraid of Xiao Bai. Maybe Xiao Bai's martial arts are above Chu Zhuanghan, but among the martial arts of Muji's murder, not necessarily all of them are to use martial arts to kill, and Muji's killing methods are so many that he can't even count them.