Sikong Hong's face is no longer self-confident and sadistic, but extremely dignified.

His swordsmanship, in the same realm, has never been able to crack it.

After all, the Sikong family is a martial arts family, and in his understanding of swordsmanship, he was born to surpass other martial artists, and this swordsmanship was broken, which he never dreamed of.

"It's so powerful, turning your fingers into a sword, this kind of swordsmanship is really too mysterious, where did this person learn such exquisite swordsmanship. ”

Elder Bingli was also taken aback.

Although she is not a sword cultivator, she also knows a lot of kendo masters, but even if she is a kendo grandmaster, or even the old antiques who have stepped on the steps of life and death, they may not have such swordsmanship.

Turn your fingers into a sword and resolve Sikong Hong's swordsmanship, and the subtlety of Chu Fengmian's swordsmanship can only be done far beyond Sikong Hong.

Sikong Hong's swordsmanship, in the Northern Regions, is already enough to be praised, the best among the younger generation, but in front of him, he was actually surpassed by one person so easily.

Han Yueli was on the side and explained loudly.

"Master, he has received the inheritance of the Northern Saint Monarch in the All Saints Hall before. ”

"The inheritance of the Northern Saint Monarch!"

Han Yueli's words surprised Elder Bingli again.

The Northern Saint Monarch, but the founder of the Northern Academy, is rumored to be an extremely powerful sword cultivator.

"No wonder. ”

With the inheritance of the Northern Saint Monarch, Chu Fengmian has such a powerful swordsmanship, which is enough to explain it now.

"Okay, you're good. ”

Sikong Hong looked at Chu Fengmian, his face became much more serious, and he said coldly.

"A Divine Power Realm martial artist is actually enough to break my swordsmanship, you have the qualifications to make me serious! It is also your honor to be defeated under my full strength!"

"Sword Breaks the Void!"

Sikong Hong's sword moved again.

A sword qi that was a thousand meters long suddenly condensed and bombarded towards Chu Fengmian.

This is already, there are no fancy skills, and all that is possessed is domineering power.

After all, this Sikong Hong is also a genius, and he has just fought with Chu Fengmian, and he understands that Chu Fengmian's swordsmanship even has to surpass him.

Fighting swordsmanship with Chu Fengmian, he couldn't take any advantage.

Although Chu Fengmian's swordsmanship is subtle, but the strength, after all, is only the realm of the divine power realm, and if the swordsmanship is not successful, then compete for strength.

He is a powerhouse in the realm of life and death, competing for strength, he doesn't believe that he can't fight Chu Fengmian.

This kind of sword of pure power, even if Chu Fengmian's swordsmanship is exquisite, it has no meaning, it can only be resisted with force.

"Strength confrontation? Do you think you are my opponent in the competition of strength?"

Seeing Sikong Hong's actions, Chu Fengmian sneered.

His mind moved, and from above the sky, the claws of the war dragon suddenly condensed and fell suddenly.

Sikong Hong, who had just played a sword technique, looked at it at a glance, but saw a scene that made him extremely incredible.

His swordsmanship, and Chu Fengmian's war dragon claw, collided from above the sky, only to see the war dragon claw for a while, but this Sikong Hong's swordsmanship was directly shattered.

Thousands of meters of sword qi were shattered by force.

Among them, the power of the backlash, forcing Sikong Hong, was full of blood and qi on his face, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

"No way!

"What kind of power is this! Compete for strength, I will actually lose!"

Sikong Hong roared madly in his heart.

In the competition of swordsmanship, he was defeated in the hands of Chu Fengmian, and now this time in the competition of strength, he actually lost again.

He is a genius who has survived the catastrophe of life and death, the realm of life and death, against a martial artist like Chu Fengmian, who is a martial artist of the divine power realm, he would actually lose so badly, even he would never have dreamed of this scene.

And then, that's not all.

After breaking Sikong Hong's sword with one move, Chu Fengmian suddenly moved.

His figure was incredibly fast, and at the moment when Sikong Hong didn't react, he had already come directly in front of Sikong Hong.

"This sword can only be covered with dust in your hands, take it!"

Chu Fengmian's big hand grabbed it suddenly, and grabbed it directly towards Sikong Da Luo Sword.

Sikong Hong's face was shocked, he didn't expect Chu Fengmian's speed to be so fast.

His feet moved, and he hurriedly stepped back.

But Chu Fengmian's speed was faster than him, and he had already grabbed Sikong Hong directly with one hand, only to see Sikong Hong screaming.

This Sikong Daluo Sword was directly captured by Chu Fengmian and fell into Chu Fengmian's hands.

"Get down on your knees. ”

Chu Fengmian's hand raised and slowly fell.

Among them, there is an extremely large coercion, which directly oppresses on this Sikong Hong's body.

Chu Fengmian's strength is so powerful, under the full strength of this Sikong Hong, he is not Chu Fengmian's opponent, not to mention that now even the sword in his hand has been taken away by Chu Fengmian.

A sword cultivator, the most important thing in his life, is the sword in his hand, the sword in the hand of Sikong Hong was taken away by Chu Fengmian, it is already a supreme humiliation.

"Ahh

With a scream.

Sikong Hong's body fell directly from the sky with a direct bang, his knees weakened, and he fell to the ground.

Sikong Hong's face was already extremely pale, and now that he was defeated like this, he fell to the ground on his knees, which was simply boundless humiliation, making him almost faint in anger.

There was silence.

No one spoke, just stared blankly at this scene, looking at Sikong Hong, who was now defeated by Chu Fengmian and fell to his knees.

"Boy, give me death!"

An angry roar suddenly rang out.

The ancestor of the Sikong family, Sikong Jingsheng, was extremely angry when he saw Sikong Hong being defeated by Chu Fengmian so humiliatingly and kneeling on the ground.

When did they ever receive such humiliation.

I saw Sikong Jingsheng suddenly slap his palm, and he was already blasting at Chu Fengmian, this palm contained endless killing intent, as if he wanted this palm to kill Chu Fengmian directly.

"Brother Sikong, please calm down!"

At this time, Elder Bingli also suddenly came to his senses, and waved his big hand, wanting to stop Sikong Jingsheng.

"Elder Bingli, this kid is too much of a deception! Let the people of our Sikong family kneel, this is an insult to our Sikong family!"

Sikong Jingsheng looked at Elder Bingli coldly and said angrily.

"Today, you Beibi Academy, you must hand over this news to our Sikong family to deal with, and our Sikong family must ask for this explanation!"

"Brother Sikong, after all, this is a matter between juniors, as an elder, it's not good for you to participate in it, how about this? My name is Chu Fengmian, let Sikong Hong go, even if it's today's matter, how about writing it off?"

(End of chapter)