Yan Shuang's Ice Spirit Sword momentum climbed sharply, and Chu Feng finally made a solemn move. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is not only a respect for martial arts and kendo, but also confidence in the strongest against the strongest!

As a result, the Flame Knife opened the way with its scorching internal strength, extracting all the air within a radius of several zhang, and then slaughtered it fiercely;

The swordsmanship is chic and falling, just right, natural, and gives birth to a sense of perfection that teaches people not to be destroyed;

The true qi of the Northern Darkness quietly spread, devouring and absorbing, and then separated by the Imperial Gong Dafa, causing a touch of frost and cold to shine on the green frost;

Knife!

Sword!

Gas!

Three Surges!

Clear light full of long streets!

"Don't fight hard, hide quickly!"

This scene made Mo Hong's sleeves look pale, because even if she kissed it, in the face of this powerful blow, she could only avoid its edge.

The onlooker is clear, Chu Feng has just used his swordsmanship to face the enemy in the air, it seems that he has not used all his strength, but in fact, he is constantly gathering momentum, and the heart-to-heart confrontation has suppressed Yan Shuang to the point where there is no way to retreat, squeezing out his potential, and forcing out this angry sword of Yan Shuang.

This sword is already Yan Shuang's super level of play, if it is broken in the head-to-head battle, it is bound to be a complete defeat.

In fact, Mo Hongsleeve knew very well that Yan Shuang's cultivation background was shallow and he would not be Chu Feng's opponent, but he would never be defeated in just ten moves.

If the Nahai Realm Consummation is in Chu Feng's hands, he can't take ten moves, and he challenges the four sects, under the sect master, who can stop him?

It's a pity that her voice transmission at this time is useless.

In an instant, in Yan Shuang's eyes, this world became strange, and the sky, the earth, and even the air became enemies!

"Good time!"

He realized in his heart that he would never be able to take this blow, but he would no longer dodge, no longer fear, and would not humiliate kendo in order to maintain a superficial draw.

Rumble!

Between the lightning and flint, the ice and fire finally collided together without any fancy, and in an instant, the cold energy that was condensed like substance shattered inch by inch, and the sharp rolling heat wave tore and surged out.

The incomparable sword qi rushed like thunder, Yan Shuang sprayed blood wildly, and flew out upside down, and the Qingshuang Sword turned into a meteor, constantly expanding in the pupils.

When the sword body like a mirror of autumn water illuminated his slightly unfamiliar face very clearly, Yan Shuang strangely did not feel fear and torture, but was subjected to a spiritual torture.

In a trance, he remembered his humble background, struggling at the bottom since he was a child, and when he was nine years old, he got the opportunity, and since then he has been studying from teachers everywhere and seeking cultivation resources.

When he finally had the realm of Nahai Consummation, he had the strength to impact the spirit, but he had lost himself, and he only wanted to be on the Qingyun List, so he did whatever it took to forget his original intention, and he didn't know what the way of the sword was.

"Your Excellency is here to ask for a name, or for a sword?"

"The way to use the sword lies in sincerity, honesty and oneself, honesty and people!"

At this moment, Chu Feng's voice echoed in his head, and Yan Shuang only felt ashamed, closed his eyes, and did not resist at all.

"How so?"

Mo Hongsleeve looked shocked and suspicious, suspecting that Chu Feng had secretly performed some kind of enchantment method, but he didn't know that this was a spiritual infection caused by Yi Swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship is a kind of sensual martial arts, and its subtlety lies in the combination of the feeling of the whole heart and soul with the sword, the external feeling is void, and the feeling of the heart is real.

For the martial arts cultivation in this world, it is actually better at attracting the spiritual power of the martial artist than the Dugu Nine Sword, even if Chu Feng has not yet reached the true self level, and opens the upper dantian cultivation path of the eyebrows and ancestors, he can also benefit a lot from the unreserved fierce battle.

In particular, he appreciated and tasted this unique battle with the mentality of a bystander, which was very in line with the spirit of swordsmanship, and immediately triggered spiritual torture.

In a sense, Chu Feng "woke up" Yan Shuang, and Yan Shuang also "fulfilled" him.

So in the end, the piercing cold light stopped three inches before Yan Shuang's eyebrows, and Chu Feng smiled and said, "What do you think?"

Yan Shuang opened her eyes, her eyes were clear, as if she was in another world, she bowed down and saluted, and said sincerely: "The grace of reinvention is unforgettable!"

He was defeated, but he was so convinced that he was so happy!

"This son is young, and he has a trace of grandmaster demeanor?"

Seeing that Yan Shuang, who was defeated in ten moves, was grateful to Chu Feng, Chu Feng was even more calm, and the onlookers around him had changed from surprise to shock.

Because what this battle showed was not like a competition in the same realm at all, but the master in the sect was waking up the apprentices on the way to stimulate their potential.

If it weren't for Yan Shuang's reputation in Gao'an a month ago, everyone would have wondered if this was acting.

And this is not the end, the next moment Chu Feng took out his palm and pressed it on Yan Shuang's chest.

Yan Shuang was startled, but he didn't dodge, and then he felt a strange true qi rushing into his body, and began to swim away, his power was mobilized, and the true qi combined to form a neutral and peaceful force, and in an instant, he swam around the limbs and eight bones.

Suddenly, blood spurted out, his face was soothed, Yan Shuang's injuries were greatly reduced, and he gave his hand again, not knowing how to thank him.

Chu Feng smiled and said, "Your Excellency is skilled, there will be a day of spirit building, and at that time, I still hope to learn your swordsmanship again!"

Although he knew that this was a scene, Yan Shuang's heart also swelled with joy, he needed the approval of others too much.

The strange thing is that this scene did not arouse praise, but everyone secretly shook their heads: "Young people are inexperienced after all, benevolence and righteousness cannot be shown at this time, such tolerance will only provoke more challengers, and it will be annoying!"

The rivers and lakes have always been a place where the weak eat the strong and the fittest survive.

If you have a good heart, of course some people are grateful, but there will also be people who are weak and deceitful, not only do not appreciate it, but become more and more arrogant.

Being miserable onlookers before Zizailou is proof of this, and now Yan Shuang's challenge to Chu Feng has failed, but Kendo has been punished, and his injuries have been healed and recognized.

Where can I find such good things?

Sure enough, Mo Hongsleeve smiled when he saw it, and his heart was determined: "Go and invite Ye Gongzi to come." ”

"Yes!"

The disciples of Luoshenfang blessed the salute and went quickly, and after a while, another handsome and extraordinary white-clothed boy Shi Shiran appeared, and said in a dashing manner: "Ye Tianlong has seen everyone Mo!"

Mo Hongsleeve said softly: "Childe doesn't have to be polite, Hongsleeve has a reluctant request......"

Ye Tianlong didn't wait for her to finish, then shook his head and said: "It's not that Ye is shirking, it's really not good at learning, and he was lucky enough to advance to the late stage of Nahai a few years ago, but he is not an opponent!"

Admitting his inadequacy in front of the beauty, but also with a free and easy expression, Mo Hongsleeve knew that the person in front of him was not something that the beauty could move, pursed his lips and smiled, and described the process of the battle between Fang Cai Yanshuang and Chu Feng.

"Wonderful!"

Ye Tianlong clapped his hands in praise, raised his eyebrows, and got up eagerly and said: "Being able to fight with Qingyun Yingjie is something that many martial artists dream of, since this person is not a hot hand, I am naturally willing to give it a try!"

Mo Hongsleeve watched Ye Tianlong leave to prepare, and a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "The most ruthless heart is a martial artist, and the most benevolent heart is mundane, Chen Xuanxi, whether your benevolence is sincere, or you are famous, it is too unwise, and the endless challenges will only make you tired of coping!"

But she didn't know that in the wing room of the Ping An Inn, Mei Changsu was holding a scroll in her hand, like a scholar who was delicate and weak, wandering in the ocean of knowledge, leisurely.

What is the most important need for the founding of the sect?

Talent!

For Chu Feng, who was single and entered Gao'an, this was the biggest problem, but now he didn't have to worry about it.

Because next, Luo Shenfang will definitely use their connections tirelessly to spread the news frantically, so that the scattered martial artists in the surrounding counties will converge towards Gao'an.

Well, just like Yan Shuang's gratitude to Chu Feng, let's just keep it in our hearts, and we don't thank you for our great kindness.