The Dream of the Monarch's Soul. A man with a sword

Walking down the stairs step by step, Chen Feng's state also receded little by little. The pupils, which were mixed with white jade with blood, returned to their original sky blue, and the protruding blood vessels due to extreme congestion became calm, and the skin returned to its usual whiteness. Along with the changes, there are also some states that cannot be seen from the outside.

The explosion on the upper floor had completely ignited the building's alarm and defenses, the elevator had been completely locked, and the gates of the safe passage seemed to be under the control of some kind of force, and they usually did not close until the young master left slowly. Almost all the police officers in the neighborhood had already felt it, but he knew that it wouldn't have any effect on him, and that nothing needed to bother him.

So, in the night where the lights were torn. A young man about eleven years old with a cold face walked out of the scene of the crime under the gaze of many policemen, and then left with his hands in his pockets.

Chen Feng returned to Duyun Academy, and this case caused a storm in Yangzhou City for a while, but almost no one knew that the core person of this case had been calmly studying in this ordinary academy. As for the final outcome of the case, that is, a huge illegal black (harmonious) road group in the Yangzhou area was uprooted, and all relevant personnel were arrested without exception.

So, that's how it went. And Chen Feng continued to continue his "study life" here in a dull way, that is, sleeping in class and strolling out after class. Dining alone, standing on the rooftop in a daze, and dealing with people or things that don't go your way. When he was lucky, he could meet one or two guys who were not convinced and came to seek revenge, which added a lot of fun to his life. However, as time went on, this kind of fun also diminished rapidly, because almost all the young people in Yangzhou City already knew so many anecdotes about this young master. Almost all of them have received warnings from their families not to provoke this evil star.

Life gradually became less salty and not light, and half a year passed in a blink of an eye. It was an afternoon when an acquaintance suddenly appeared in his world. In the woods on the mountain behind the school, Chen Feng maintained his trademark movements for a walk, his hands in his trouser pockets, looking careless. But he suddenly frowned, and his eyes naturally converged on a street tree not far away. A man sits on a branch with his back to him, carrying a slender wooden box on his back, which looks like some kind of ancient Chinese musical instrument. The weather was not cold, but this person was wearing a cotton white hooded long trench coat and a pair of light gray boots, looking like a retro coser.

"It's been a long time, Lan Fengqi. ”

Chen Feng still stood in that casual posture, raising his head, "You know me?"

"Hehe, or rather, do you remember me?" The man suddenly grabbed the branch with one hand and jumped directly from the street tree six or seven meters high, but landed steadily, like a falling autumn leaf. A face that was not familiar but not unfamiliar came into mind, evoking a memory of Chen Feng, so the corners of his mouth slowly rose at a small angle.

"The killer of the Xinchen group half a year ago is called Ye Chongli, and it seems that he has almost recovered. What's the matter, the revenge is coming?"

For Chen Feng's not sharp ridicule, there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation on Ye Chongli's face, "It came too suddenly, and I didn't have time to react." You're really good, and I can't beat you in martial arts. ”

"So ......"

"However, I'm not a person who likes to lose. Yashige slapped the bottom of the wooden box on his back with his palm, and the box flew up like a cannonball, crossed a parabola, and then spun and landed between the two. The two sides of the box fell off in high-speed rotation and were thrown out with a huge centrifugal force. A cold light swept over Chen Feng's face, and at this moment, Chen Feng actually had a momentary palpitation, but it was also a moment. He didn't even know how strong his heart was, but he couldn't remember how many years he hadn't experienced palpitations.

The four walls of the box have fallen off, leaving a pair of wooden shelves. And the cold light that made Chen Feng's heart palpitate was emitted by two ice-blue swords. The inside of the wooden shelf has two pedestals, both of which are made of a kind of blue crystal, and between the upper and lower pedestals are two sharp ancient swords.

That look is really not popular, and it is very different from the saber and spur of the new era. There was no energy supply device at all, just a metal that Chen Feng had never seen before, and the blade of a thin cicada's wings connected to the lines that appeared on the blade. It looks like a perfect work of art, a combination of beauty and killing.

Feeling the admiring gaze in Chen Feng's eyes, the corners of Ye Chongli's mouth were slightly flushed, which was a proud arc. It's like you're showing off your favorite thing and getting a lot of approval. "What? Are you going to fight me with these two knives?"

"Knife? This is a sword. The smile on Yashigeri's face quickly disappeared.

"It's just a no-brainer, let's do it. I'm in a good mood today, so I can play with you. One of Chen Feng's hands slowly raised, and the upwardly open palm quickly retracted, and a sound of bone explosion sounded.

Ye Zhongli smiled and flipped the hat off his head with one hand, revealing a head of fluffy straight hair. Slowly walking towards the two swords, holding the hilt of one of them in one hand, an invisible air flow instantly erupted around his hand. Both the crystal and the wooden frame turned into countless fragments in this powerful air current, and at the same time, the corners of Chen Feng's eyes were raised. Another sharp sword stopped at his feet, but a thin ravine continued in its original direction until it touched Chen Feng's shoes, and then disappeared.

This ice-blue sword flew directly towards Chen Feng with an upright posture under the simple push of Chongli. The tip of the sword cut a long mark on the ground, and the cut was flat, like a knife cutting through butter. The hint of banter in Chen Feng's eyes disappeared, and was replaced by an incredible consternation. He has seen a lot of this kind of cold weapons, in this era of advanced technology, all weapons containing high energy are easy to be found by the security system distributed in all corners of the city. So for those depraved youths who want to be little bullies, cold weapons have always been a good choice. It is precisely for this reason that this simple weapon with no energy at all can be preserved in the rolling torrent of technology. However, that simple weapon was as weak as a piece of paper to Chen Feng, and it only took a gust of air to twist and deform.

However, when that sharp sword flew in, Chen Feng's aura instantly completed an explosion. It was easy to dissipate the aura attached to the sword and stop the sword, but there was an unfamiliar aura that easily cut through his aura, tearing the ground and extending to his feet. This was an ability that no cold weapon she had ever seen before did not possess, and it was not difficult to imagine that if the air flow that had just left the night was a little stronger, then he might have been injured because of a moment of carelessness.

"I don't need to. ”

"I admire your self-confidence, but blind self-confidence without knowing your opponent at all is arrogance. The smile on Yashigeru's face gradually replaced by a seriousness, "And the so-called arrogance requires a person to pay with blood, which I have already confirmed once with myself." Are you sure you don't want to listen to my advice?" Ye Chongli slowly raised the sword in his hand to his chest, and a chilling aura slowly emanated from his pupils.

"Hehe, it seems that the lesson you bought with your blood is not deep enough! Do you think that it is only because you don't know your opponent well enough that you have failed? Don't you think that your strength is still too much?"

"Chen Feng, you really don't understand. Do you know what it means when a man picks up a sword in his hand, whether in ancient China or in the ancient West?"