As soon as Chen Tianao's words came out, the atmosphere of the audience instantly dropped to the freezing point.

Han Feng and his eight bodyguards hurriedly took a step back, because they were afraid of harming the pond fish, they didn't dare to look at Xing Zhiyi's eyes.

The dignified eight-rank peak master, everyone with a sword, the martial artist Master Xing, who was second only to the elders of the Martial Alliance in Yandu, was actually extremely provoked by a young man on the scene.

Kneeling and begging for mercy in one move?

Even if your martial arts skills are high, you can beat people down in one move, but can you still predict whether you beg for mercy or not?

What if the opponent has hard bones and would rather die than give in, even if he is beaten into an eighteenth-level cripple, he will not beg for mercy?

Chen Tianao's plan to pretend to be a big plan was a complete failure.

Xing Zhiyi was deeply enraged by the contempt in Chen Tianao's tone.

The true qi of the whole body was not triggered, and it almost reached the edge of accumulation.

The long sword in his hand was so blue that it almost glowed.

It is a color that represents death.

The flesh and blood body is slightly close to this sword, and the body temperature will drop to the freezing point below zero in an instant.

Han Feng felt goosebumps on his arms rise layer after layer, and his awe of Xing Zhiyi became even heavier.

Xing Zhiyi was unexpectedly calm at the moment, and looked at Chen Tianao with a detached master demeanor.

"I, Xing someone, since I carried this cold pole sword and cultivated for ten years, it is difficult to find defeat in the rivers and lakes, and a young man like you may not be able to experience the loneliness of a real master."

When Chen Tianao heard this, his mind was full of black lines.

This Xing Zhiyi is not much older than himself, and he actually put on a posture of a senior looking at a rookie.

Again, one thing was determined.

This guy made a special trip to steal the show.

After Xing Zhiyi finished speaking, he paused for a second, and a confident smile appeared on his face.

"I'll make a bet with you, if I can't directly cut off your three fingers with a sword, from now on, no matter what occasion I see you, I will bow down first, and vice versa, how about it?"

Chen Tianao shook his head.

Xing Zhiyi was directly stunned: "What, do you want to increase the size?" ”

Chen Tianao spread out his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

"There are too many people who want to kneel on me these days, and you have to draw the number if you want to queue up, it's too troublesome......"

Chen Tianao thought about it, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"So be it! If you lose, hang naked in the square outside, report yourself first, and then play a set of swordsmanship...... If I lose, I will give you 100 million directly, how about it? ”

Xing Zhiyi's expression stiffened for a second, and then a furious momentum rose into the sky.

"Little bastard, you dare to insult me like this! I will cut off your right hand today to vent the hatred of my heart. ”

Chen Tianao's expression was calm, he hooked his index finger at Xing Zhiyi, and still sat on the chair, without any intention of getting up.

Sonor!

Xing Zhiyi's Cold Pole Sword was erected directly to his chest, with an incomparable murderous aura in his eyes, as if he was holding thunder, and his whole body instantly condensed.

The peak master of the eighth grade, as soon as he makes a move, it will be an earth-shattering nirvana!

The surrounding air suddenly trembled, and a faint white mist suddenly rose in the confined space of the private room.

The temperature was dropping, and it was very noticeable that although the air conditioner was turned on, the walls began to visibly condense a layer of water droplets.

Far from stopping.

The white mist gradually solidified, and the air seemed to become heavy.

Han Feng's group of people suddenly began to tremble all over, their cold teeth tightened, and they hugged together to keep warm.

Click.

Chen Tianao's eyes froze.

The cup of tea in his hand, including the cup, quickly froze an ice lump within half a second, because the cooling speed was too fast, and the surface exploded directly.

Chen Tianao put down his Erlang leg and sat a little straighter, to show that he was indeed preparing to fight.

The emerald blue sword tip in Xing Zhiyi's hand gradually resounded with the humming sound of metal, getting louder and louder.

Call.

The white mist was almost so thick that it could obscure their vision, and Han Feng's group was already frozen to the point that they were almost unconscious.

Whoa.

Suddenly, in the thick white mist, hundreds of dagger-sized black shadows appeared, and if you looked closely, they were all as thin as cicada wings but sharp ice cubes!

At this moment, Xing Zhiyi's sword moved!

As soon as the sword came out, there was a sudden whistling sound in the air.

The hundred ice cubes in the air were like flying knives with magnetic force, and in an instant, the void was wrapped around the Cold Pole Sword, forming a spiral-shaped death vortex.

Closely, the frozen sword qi already made people's bodies stiff, and there was no way to avoid it.

Touching, the ice cubes containing sword qi in the hundred paths are enough to make people suffer the torture of thousands of knives and die.

Such a death kill, which contained a huge amount of sword intent and true qi, rushed straight to Chen Tianao's chest!

Xing Zhiyi was really angry.

He didn't even think about cutting off Chen Tianao's right hand, just hoping to kill the enemy with one move and twist the kid in front of him who didn't know the height of the sky into pieces!

In Chen Tianao's eyes, the cold polar vortex like a long dragon on the opposite side gradually expanded, and it was in front of him in an instant.

The entire box was already narrow, and the other party used an ice blade, so there was no way to dodge it.

Chen Tianao sat on the chair and didn't move.

Within a tenth of a second, wisps of hoarfrost condensed on Chen Tianao's eyelashes.

Death seemed imminent.

At this moment, Chen Tianao stretched out his right hand and gently sent his fingertips forward.

To put it mildly, I don't see any effort at all, it's like reaching for the button of an elevator.

Sonor!

A metallic sound.

Ping Pong.

In the midst of the ice cubes with the shadow of knives, Chen Tianao's slender fingers, which seemed to be flesh and blood, were unscathed under the thousands of hammers.

The speed seemed to be fast and slow, and under the gaze of everyone, the tips of the thin fingers directly topped Xing Zhiyi's cold pole sword blade that contained enough to pierce the golden broken stone.

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, infinite fear appeared in Xing Zhiyi's eyes.

The Cold Pole Sword, which contained the full force of the eight-rank peak martial artist, actually started from the tip of the sword and shattered at an astonishing speed.

First the tip of the sword, then the blade, then the hilt.

In the blink of an eye, the seemingly indestructible Cold Pole Sword shattered like tofu that had slammed into a rock.

"Ahh

A tragic exclamation.

As the cracking of the sword body was transmitted all the way, Xing Zhiyi's right hand holding the sword began to change.

The knuckles of the fingers swelled slightly, and the muscles began to tremble abnormally.

Xing Zhiyi's index finger, the flesh and blood suddenly exploded in an instant, revealing Senbai's phalanges.

And then the middle finger, ring finger!

Seeing that the entire palm of the right hand was about to explode into blood foam in the blink of an eye.

Xing Zhiyi screamed violently with fear deep into his soul in his eyes.

"Surrender! I beg for mercy! ”