"The second hatred of the world is cold!" Jian Wushuang flew up, the long sword in his hand, and he was indomitable; this sword did not have any fancy feelings, and some of them were condensed to the extreme sword intent. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And this sword intent, just to kill.

Chen Fei put his left hand behind his back, raised his hand, and suddenly rolled up the sky full of flying sand. The deep internal force struck out from the palm and turned into a strong current to meet the attack.

When the two collided, Jian Wushuang's intuition was like being in the waves, and the sword momentum suddenly froze, and he was repelled half a step.

"You're looking for death. Chen Fei looked at Jian Wushuang's eyes, and the killing intent flashed.

"Three hats are ungrateful. Needless to say, Jian Wushuang's internal strength was raised to the peak, and the long sword in his hand slashed straight down in the air. The silver sword cut neat gaps in the ground, and in the blink of an eye, it was already in front of Chen Fei.

With a wave of his left hand, the back of his hand collided with the sword. It turned out that the sword was scattered with a palm. This time, Chen Fei did not withdraw his hand, but pushed forward with a palm. The wind moved with the palm, and the wind and sand flying all over the sky struck towards Jian Wushuang with the strength of the palm.

"Four hats of autumn rain. A sword was pointed at the center of the palm, and suddenly the wind and sand scattered in all directions, blowing through the figure of Jian Wushuang, blowing the white clothes out of the cracks. Poof, Jian Wushuang couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

"One last time, get out!"

Jian Wushuang wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the tip of the sword pointed at Chen Fei. "Five hatred flowers fall and hurt spring!" The blade of the sword slashed through the air, and the silver light pierced the sky, blowing away the wind and sand flying in the air.

Angry in his heart, Chen Fei raised his right hand in front of him all the way behind his back. A palm slapped out, and where the palm force passed, there were cracks in the ground.

The sword instantly collapsed, and the palm hit Jian Wushuang's chest, denting a few points. Jian Wushuang's body was thrown directly backwards, and blood spurted out of his mouth, bringing out a red line in the air (the words are running out here). It flew upside down for about five meters before it fell heavily to the ground. When he landed, another mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Huh~Huh......" After gasping for a few breaths, Jian Wushuang stood up in pain, raised the long sword in his hand again and pointed at Chen Fei.

The sword of "Six Hatreds and Hatred Wrapped Around the Body" is extremely fast. The sword momentum, which was already as fast as thunder, left an afterimage in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of Chen Fei. And just when the tip of the sword was only a finger's distance from the center of Chen Fei's eyebrows, Chen Fei's right hand directly held the blade. The deep power wrapped the palm of the palm, and not even a single wound was broken on the palm. Grasp the blade of the sword with the right hand, condense the internal force and the palm of the left hand, and take the sword without a double-sided door.

Jian Wushuang turned sideways, dodged this fatal palm, and his left hand was in the shape of a sword finger, pointing towards Chen Fei's chest. Seeing this, Chen Fei directly threw his right hand to the side, and Jian Wushuang was thrown out ten meters away with his sword.

Struggling to get up from the ground, the hand holding the sword was already trembling slightly. But the battle intent in his eyes became more and more intense. The internal force of the whole body is condensed on the sword body, and the tip of the sword is pointed at the ground.

"Seven hatreds, Gui He Yi Xie!" exploded, and the sword body rose upward. The nearly two-meter-tall sword tore through the earth, breaking through the wind and sand and galloping away.

"Hmph!" snorted coldly, looking at the rapidly approaching sword, Chen Fei raised his right hand and faced the sword with his palm. The sword struck Chen Fei's palm and could no longer advance half an inch, his palm suddenly clenched, and the sword suddenly shattered and dissipated in the air.

"Eight Hates Xue Luo Hidden Pill!" flew up again, and the long sword pointed out a sword shadow all over the sky, as if dozens of sword blades were striking out at the same time, almost obscuring the figure of Jian Wushuang.

"You, you're too weak!" Chen Fei shouted angrily, slapped out his palm, the sword shadow stopped abruptly, and the long sword turned into countless debris and sprinkled in the air. Chen Fei turned his palm into a claw, grabbed Jian Wushuang's neck, and lifted it into the air with a slight force.

"Ahem......" Another mouthful of blood gushed out of Jian Wushuang's mouth and sprayed on the back of Chen Fei's hand.

"Why, why do you want to stop me desperately, in order to let that kid go and report to the Heavenly Sword? This is meaningless at all, although I, Chen Fei, have killed countless people, I have never done such a thing as a sneak attack. ”

"I... Sword Warrior... Self-explanatory...... since, there has never been a ...... Defeated once...... I was just...... It's just a way to escape...... Ahem......"

"Unreasonable. Chen Fei casually threw Jian Wushuang to the ground, but he still didn't kill him, turned around and walked towards the mountain peak.

"Nine hatreds...... Ahem...... "Jian Wushuang first propped up his body, knelt on the ground, and then stood up with difficulty. The white clothes that are not stained with dust are already full of blood.

"You!" Chen Fei turned his head to look at Jian Wushuang, his eyes full of anger.

Jian Wushuang took a deep breath, his eyes stared at Chen Fei, and his battle intent did not weaken in the slightest, "This is my last sword, and I will definitely force out your Shi Po Tian Chaos Yuan Palm with this sword." ”

"Okay, I'd like to see how you can force me to use the Heaven-Shattering Chaos Palm when you even break your sword!"

Jian Wushuang slowly raised his right hand, and now only the hilt of the long sword in his hand was still there, and he pointed the hilt towards Chen Fei. "Nine hatreds have not been defeated!" Holding the hilt of the sword, he slashed in the air.

As the hilt of Jian Wushuang swung down, the wind and sand in the sky seemed to suddenly freeze for a moment, and then frantically blew towards Chen Fei. Seeing this, Chen Fei's face full of anger showed a slight look of shock, and his internal strength gathered in his palm, and his palms came out together.

The wind and sand in the sky gradually calmed down, and a little blood dripped down from the palms of Chen Fei's palms. Jian Wushuang, who had used all his strength, lay on the ground, staring at the two wounds.

Chen Fei withdrew his palms and glanced down, the internal force luck, and the two wounds slowly compounded. Looking up at Jian Wushuang again, the anger on his face was gone. "Jian Wushuang, I wrote down your name. You are not my opponent now, if you can survive today and go further, if I am still alive by then, then I Chen Fei will definitely do my best. With that, he clasped his hands into fists and bowed slightly, then turned and walked towards the peak.

Looking at Chen Fei's back, Jian Wushuang bit his lower lip, and a trace of blood overflowed, it was not a stone shattering chaos at all. For the first time, he felt this unattainable gap in someone other than his father. He finally knew why Chen Fei could wash the world in blood alone. The Mixed Yuan Thunderbolt hand goes one step further, and enters the Tao with the palm;

Under the setting sun, the wind and sand gradually covered Jian Wushuang's body. Consciousness gradually blurred, and the unwilling eyes finally closed slowly. He is unparalleled in his sword, and at the age of only twenty-two, he created his own eight-style swordsmanship, and this time he went down the mountain to challenge the world's heroes to create the ninth style. After that, he plans to challenge the broken sword that was famous all over the world twenty years ago. It is the time when the ambition is high, but it is so miserable, and under the vague consciousness, there is only one thought left, so ...... Willing.