What kind of identity Zhang Zifeng is seems to be less important to the people of the Nan family.

The important thing is that tomorrow Zhang Zifeng will die.

A person who doesn't even have Qi Hai, who wants to challenge the powerhouse of Xiao Zhou Tian in the realm of the Dragon Peak?

It's a fantasy.

At this time, the middle-aged man called Nan Jingze in front of him and said, "Don't be careless, this kid has some strength, he dares to challenge you, I'm afraid of a killer feature." ”

"Did Father think I was going to lose him?" Nanjingze was dissatisfied.

The middle-aged man didn't reply, but sent the ancestral sword of the Nan family in his hand, the "Ethereal Snow Sword", to Nan Jingze, and said coldly, "Don't let your father down." ”

Nan Jingze's expression changed, and he couldn't believe it.

The Southern Family's Ethereal Snowflake Sword Spectrum and Ethereal Snowflake Sword are the strongest of the Southern Family.

And now that he has the two strongest in his hands, how can he lose?

Mo said that it was Zhang Zifeng, now even if he was a strong man in the Dragon Peak Realm Great Zhoutian, even if it was that kid named Crane, it was impossible for him to feel that he would lose.

A trace of viciousness flashed in the corner of Nan Jing Ze's eyes, "Father, tomorrow that kid will definitely die, Jing Ze will definitely give the Nan family this face." ”

On the second day, when Nanjingze and everyone came to Zhang Zifeng's residence, Zhang Zifeng was still practicing drawing his sword.

It's as if today's decisive battle is just one of today's lessons, so I didn't pay attention to it.

Seeing Zhang Zifeng's performance like this, Nan Jingze's expression sank, and he sneered, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Drawing the sword," Zhang Zifeng didn't reply, but Yan Jie on the side smiled.

Hearing this, Nan Jingze showed an idiot expression, and immediately laughed.

It was probably the funniest joke he'd ever heard in his life.

The sword drawing technique is a provocative move of the strong against the weak, and to put it mildly, this sword drawing technique is not even a move, it is just some kind of ritual before a duel.

A waste without Qi Hai, a sword drawing technique that can't even count as a move, how to win?

Nanjing Ze holds the Ethereal Snowflake Sword in his hand, and he is even more proficient in the Ethereal Snowflake Sword, how can he lose?

Hearing such a harsh mockery, Zhang Zifeng was indifferent, carrying a long knife, and looking at Nanjingze with a harmless face.

If you know Zhang Zifeng, you must be able to see the horror from his expression.

"I said waste sister, how would you think that this kind of garbage can beat me and change your fate?" Nan Jingze's smile gradually disappeared, and he shook his head a little funny.

Nan Shiyu bowed her head and was silent, and finally couldn't bear to look too far.

Because even she didn't think Zhang Zifeng had any chance of winning, let alone when she saw Nan Jingze holding the ancestral sword "Ethereal Snow Sword?" ”

"Why do you talk so much nonsense, don't you know if you give it a try?" Zhang Zifeng smiled slightly, put the long knife into the sheath, and had already made a gesture of drawing the knife, and suddenly his eyes were concentrated, like a cheetah pounced.

"Okay, don't blame me if you're dead, the sword has no eyes," a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Nan Jingze's mouth.

Although he said this, his first move was already painful, and suddenly the ethereal snowflake sword in his hand came out of its sheath, making a piercing sword sound.

I only saw a flash of cold light, and it was already a sword turned into a hundred swords, and it suddenly approached Zhang Zifeng.

This sword-turning white sword is at least at the level of Xiao Zhoutian in the Tiger Spirit Realm, and even Nan Shiyu does not dare to take it hard.

Seeing this sword, she turned pale with fright, and looked at Zhang Zifeng's position with wide eyes.

And Zhang Zifeng still maintained the posture of drawing his knife, and his expression was indifferent from beginning to end, and he couldn't see a trace of panic.

The white sword fired in unison, and suddenly the place where Zhang Zifeng was standing was frantically pierced by the white sword, rolling up the sky and flying dust, and the floor was like tofu full of holes.

Nan Shiyu had already closed her eyes, and secretly cursed in her heart, "Idiot, send me to death for me, as for it." ”

"I don't know what to fear," Nan Jingze glanced at it, sneered, and naturally put away his sword.

It's over, and in the eyes of the people who came to see the excitement, it's indeed over.

There's no comparison at all.

However, just as Nan Jingze turned around and took a full three steps away, he suddenly stiffened.

Why?

Because the damn breath is still there.

He could feel the steady, calm breath like a clear spring, and his attack didn't even ripple.

Nan Shiyu slowly opened her eyes, and she was also shocked.

Only Yan Jie smiled and said, "Open your eyes well, it's time for Zhang Zifeng to perform." ”

I saw that Zhang Zifeng didn't know how to dodge the dense attack of the hundred swords, and he still maintained a clumsy posture of drawing his sword at this time.

Seeing that Nanjingze here seemed to be slapped in the face, a trace of hideousness flashed on his face, and of course there was also a trace of shock.

"This is all your strength, if you have this kind of strength, then I will kill you," Zhang Zifeng smiled.

Nanjing Ze was stunned for a moment, and then became gloomy.

He hated Zhang Zifeng's smile, he was obviously just a waste who didn't have Qi Hai, and he dared to say wild words?!

Suddenly, the southern realm Ze was furious, and the powerful strength of Xiao Zhou Tian in the Dragon Peak Realm swept away like an overwhelming storm.

"Ethereal Snowflake Sword Third Style, Tornado?!" Nan Shiyu's face changed, and she hurriedly looked at Zhang Zifeng and said, "Be careful, this move is very powerful." ”

The tornado itself is a strong attack move, which is extremely destructive, so it can be seen that Nanjing Ze is really angry at this time.

"Die!" Nanjing Ze let out a loud shout, and suddenly the long sword shot out like a storm.

And Zhang Zifeng also moved, his body sank, and suddenly his body shot out in a straight line like a wild horse, and instantly passed by that sword.

"Ethereal Snow Sword Five Styles, Thousand Snow!" To see Zhang Zifeng dodge the attack, suddenly the originally fierce attack of the tornado changed the attack at a tricky angle, a sword blurred in the air, the speed soared, and the flanks stabbed Zhang Zifeng directly.

Seeing this, Nan Shiyu's heart was raised, and she was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat.

Under such a dense attack, the slightest carelessness is the loss of bones.

It's just that Yan Jie was still laughing, because Zhang Zifeng unbelievably dodged the attack and came behind Nanjingze at an even more unreasonable speed.

"This ...... Is this kid a martial artist? The middle-aged man's face sank, and he also felt incredible.

If you can achieve such a speed without relying on Qi, and you are still pursuing tight combat, you are most likely a physical martial artist.

But he soon denied the power.

If it is a physical martial artist, he should be able to use physical arts, why use a sword?

Could it be just to humiliate Nanjingze?

Seeing Zhang Zifeng dodging his three moves in a row, Nan Jingze was also a little impetuous, and he was even faceless.

"A mere ant, do you think it's great to dodge my three moves, okay, you forced me, I didn't want to use this last formula, but I don't care!" Nan Jingze remembered the humiliation last night, and today he looked at Zhang Zifeng's angry appearance like this, he was desperate.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's expression also changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Jing Ze, you can't use the last trick, you can't master the home yet, stop!" ”

But where can Nanjingze still listen to it?

His long hair was flying, his eyes were bloodthirsty, and suddenly the ethereal snowflake sword in his hand soared straight into the sky, and the terrifying Qi of the Dragon Peak Realm Xiao Zhou Tian condensed here.

The Tianshan Mountains, which were originally scorching in summer, seemed to fall into an ice cave, and there was snow falling in the sky?

"Snow?" Yan Jie frowned, looking at the snow falling in front of him, his face suddenly changed, and he had already reacted.

"It's not snow!" Yan Jie exclaimed.

But it was already too late, because on the battlefield, snow was already falling on Zhang Zifeng's head.