Just when Heng Xiaodong was still thinking about how to answer, the crowd was in an uproar. A figure stepped out of it.

"Deacon Yan is here"

"The people of the Punishment Hall are coming"

Everyone got out of the way, Yan Fei walked briskly, and came to Yan Feng and the others in a few steps.

"Deacon Yan" Heng Xiaodong and the people around him are very respectful to Yan Fei.

Yan Fei didn't look at him, glanced at Yan Feng, and said lightly.

"Are the two of you going to the stage of life and death?" The gathering of so many people in the square had already attracted his attention, and now that he heard Yan Feng's words, he had to stand up.

Heng Xiaodong's face was ugly, he hadn't thought about going to the life and death platform yet, there was no need for that. But this Yan Fei doesn't seem to care about this.

"No, Deacon Yan, there's no need to go to the stage of life and death, but I just want to learn from Senior Brother Yan."

Yan Fei nodded and looked at Yan Feng. He couldn't see Yan Feng's cultivation, and he couldn't even feel his breath. Could this Yan Feng have cultivated any exercises that can hide his aura? Yan Fei was surprised in his heart. He had never seen such an exercise in Tianzong, how could this Yan Feng have it?

"What about you" Looking at those calm eyes, he couldn't see what Yan Feng was thinking in his heart.

"Let's learn from here."

"Here?" Yan Fei and Heng Xiaodong asked again as if they hadn't heard clearly, looking into Yan Feng's eyes.

"Not bad"

There are also on-the-spot fights, as long as someone in the Punishment Hall is present, it is the same there.

...

The two stood opposite each other in the center of the square, and Heng Xiaodong looked at the young man in front of him who was younger than himself, his face was a little ugly.

"If there are casualties in the discussion, the Punishment Hall should not care about it" Thinking back to Yan Feng's words a few minutes ago, Heng Xiaodong began to feel a little apprehensive in his heart.

"Just point to the end"

"What if you can't order it?"

The breeze is gentle, and the autumn is cool.

The two stood motionless in the center, Yan Fei's eyes were firmly fixed on the two people in the field.

"I'll stop it then, don't worry" This is Yan Fei's guarantee.

He will not let this competition turn into life and death, which is also his self-confidence, his confidence in his own strength.

...

"Senior Brother Yan, please" After Heng Xiaodong finished speaking, he pulled out a red long knife, this was his weapon "Eye", it was a sharp weapon he got from the horse thief's den during his mission, which was sharper than the Xuantie Sword in Yan Feng's hand.

He had raised his sword, and an invisible current of air gathered around him.

"This is the first type of martial arts "Liuhe", this Heng Xiaodong is testing Yan Feng" Yan Fei frowned, he saw Heng Xiaodong's thoughts.

Yes, Heng Xiaodong couldn't see Yan Feng's reality and reality, he didn't dare to get close to him directly, so he could only use this martial art to test Yan Feng.

The square was already full of disciples, and since Heng Xiaodong blocked Yan Feng's way, in less than a stick of incense, there were people here one after another to watch the excitement.

In the end, the appearance of Yan Fei made this challenge full of highlights.

...

The qi was like a huge wave, and waves pressed towards Yan Feng, blowing the white-clothed hunting sound. Yan Feng's jade-white hands held the Xuantie Long Sword and stood there quietly, letting the air waves blow, motionless.

"Pick me up" "Swing back to the intestines" "A knife is slashed out, and the energy on the knife seems to have a thousand catties of huge force pressing towards Yan Feng.

The hand rises and falls, and the strength is instantaneous.

Quiet, the surroundings were silent, Yan Feng looked at this knife indifferently, and looked at Heng Xiaodong. This style is quite powerful, but it is too mediocre to lock him at all.

Weak, too weak, too slow, too slow, like a child, come and cut him with a knife. He felt that the martial arts in this world had no technology at all, but they were just powerful.

Heng Xiaodong stood there like a target, with flaws all over his body.

The astonishing momentum exploded on Yan Feng's body, and he moved, and when the energy approached him, his body had disappeared.

The moment Heng Xiaodong's knife fell, an earth-shattering killing intent had locked onto him. He wanted to move, he wanted to retreat, but he was horrified to find that his body could not move.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, his cold and empty eyes like death. Thousands of rays of light poured out of his scabbard, fleeting.

The sword, already out.

The "boom" wave of air bombarded the ground, bringing up countless gravel smoke and dust.

"Stop," the angry words shouted out of Yan Fei's mouth.

The sword had entered his throat for seven minutes, and the blood flowed out slowly, Heng Xiaodong looked at Yan Feng incredulously, he didn't expect that he didn't even have a chance to react, and he didn't even have time to admit defeat.

He actually dared to kill him, this was Heng Xiaodong's last thought.

It's just that in the middle stage of the spirit transformation, the long sword on the Yun Yuan power swallowed up, and instantly took away his vitality.

Killing people is as simple as that, why do you need to do so many actions.

To kill, a sword is enough, and there is no need to learn so many complicated moves.

All kinds of martial arts and techniques, one sword is enough!

Yan Feng's eyes regained calm, and he looked at Heng Xiaodong expressionlessly.

"I didn't expect you to be able to stop me with a sword"

...

The surroundings were quiet, Yan Fei stared at the two people standing together in the field, his eyes were full of shock. He didn't have time to stop it.

It should be said that he reacted when Yan Feng disappeared, his body also moved, his speed was very fast, he felt that he could stop it, he was very confident.

But he underestimated Yan Feng's speed, and he also overestimated his own speed. While he was still halfway there, Yan Feng's sword had already pierced Heng Xiaodong's throat, and he only had time to shout a word.

Fast, too fast, Yan Feng's body technique is too fast, but his sword is faster. He couldn't see how the sword in his hand pierced Heng Xiaodong's throat, just as he couldn't see how Yan Feng had cut Chen Ming in half.

Heng Xiaodong stared at Yan Feng with big eyes, and slowly fell down, silent, his eyes dim. The knife in his hand was as dull as he was.

The wind blew gently, and a coolness rose in everyone's hearts, looking at the young man with calm eyes in the field, everyone felt Yan Feng's horror for the first time.

"This... What a second kill, Heng Xiaodong couldn't block a sword, "Someone was frightened."

"Senior Brother Heng" has some people sad.

...

"Do you see clearly?" asked a figure on Tianling Peak to another figure.

“。。。 Gu Changqing twisted his mouth and didn't speak, his eyes were full of brilliance, and the aura on his body was ups and downs, as if there was a flash of red light. In the middle of contemplation, the red Yuan Dan.

...

Tiandu Peak, there are people on the Ethereal Peak who are watching here.

Ren Fan looked at the thin young man in the center of the square and frowned, he didn't want to watch this competition, but this was a matter of Tiandu Peak's face, so he still looked at it reluctantly.

But seeing such a result at this moment, he couldn't be indifferent.

Put yourself in their shoes, can I stop that sword?

He didn't know, he wasn't sure in his heart, but in his subconscious he had denied himself.

...

Yan Fei stood ten steps away from Yan Feng, his hands clenched, and his eyes looked at Yan Feng deadly.

"Senior Brother Yan, didn't you stop it?"

"It's inevitable to miss in the competition, and I can't imagine that he can't even block a sword" Yan Feng's tone was calm, and he turned to look at Yan Fei.