"Look for death!"

Yin Jun was furious, he had never spoken to him so condescendingly since Yicheng came out of the mountain - even the sword god Fang Wuming was quite kind of to him, which also made his personality even more arrogant.

He should have experienced setbacks, feelings, and vicissitudes before he finally reached a higher realm of kendo.

But Chen Feiyang made a move, and he no longer planned to give him this opportunity.

Chen Feiyang stood quietly in the center of the hall, waiting for Yin Jun to draw his sword.

"What a big breath......"

"Are all teenagers so proud nowadays?"

"What skills does he have that can be compared to the Sword God?"

There was a lot of discussion in the hall, some people were disdainful of Yin Jun, and many people were dissatisfied with Chen Feiyang's attitude, but more people felt that the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and now there are many young heroes, and it is already their era.

"The two teenagers did bump. ”

Yi Tianheng also laughed, he turned around and asked the deputy owner Chong Bonian, "Bonian, who do you think these two teenagers can win?"

Chen Feiyang is unfathomable, but Yin Jun is a young swordsman who has been appreciated by the Sword God.

How these two will fight each other is not something they can predict.

Chong Bonian smiled bitterly, "My subordinates are clumsy, I really can't see it, but if I want to make a bet, I am willing to make a desperate bet and invest in Chen Gongzi." ”

He is not only a martial arts master, but also a powerful gambler, betting on horses in Changping City, he is the number one good player, and he has won a lot in this in the past 30 years.

"Oh, why do you say that?" Yi Tianheng was interested and asked.

"Because he has a more relaxed attitude. ”

Chong Bonian smiled, but his expression was quite serious. "People who don't get angry easily. It's usually more scary when you're angry. ”

Yin Jun was already angry. And Chen Feiyang was not angry.

On this nuance, Chong Bonian had the inspiration for gambling.

――But since it's gambling, of course, there's no certainty of victory.

The ending of the two young swordsmen, no one knows.

"Have you insulted me, are you ready to die?"

Yin Jun held the hilt of his sword in his hand, and despite his anger, his hand was still very steady.

He practiced swords for twenty years and killed people for twenty years. Let his sword become a part of his body, and let his spirit be as hot as a volcano, and no one can shake it despite the agitation.

"I've heard others say that when a swordsman speaks with a sword, there are too many words on his mouth, and he can't help but vent his sword energy. ”

Chen Feiyang spoke indifferently, he was still standing with his hands down, as if he was not ready to fight.

Zheng!

Yin Jun was speechless.

He only unsheathed his sword.

His words are made clear in this sword.

"Since you dare to insult me. Just accept death!"

The tip of the sword was like electricity, and it had already reached Chen Feiyang's throat in just an instant.

There was an exclamation.

What a fast sword!

This sword has almost surpassed the limits of speed, time, and space. At the moment when the sword was drawn, it seemed that it was about to hit the target, and everyone present was in a cold sweat, and most of them thought to themselves that if they were on the opposite side, they would definitely not be able to block this sword.

"Niang Xipi!

Ren Ye has to clap his hands and praise.

"It's just that the man ......"

His gaze was attracted by the sword, but he still had a lingering eye on Chen Feiyang.

Chen Feiyang didn't move, as if he was smiling and waiting for death, and the other party's sword did indeed pierce his throat.

- This unfathomable creature was stabbed to death with a sword like this?

Impossible, right?

Ren Ye was dumbfounded, and everyone present was also stunned.

- This kid looks so awesome, but it turns out to be a paper tiger that can be broken at the first poke?

Yin Jun succeeded with a sword, but he didn't feel relaxed, he only felt that the muscles on his back became tighter, as if he was the instinctive sense of danger when he encountered a tiger when he was a teenager.

What's going on?

Obviously the opponent has been stabbed to the core, why is there still a feeling that the battle is not over?

"On it!"

Suddenly, there was a woman's exclamation, and Yin Jun suddenly raised his head, but he only saw a piece of light.

In the light, a sword flies to the immortals, and the splendid and wonderful cannot be described in words.

This is the most beautiful scene that Yin Jun, the sword madness of the East China Sea, has ever seen in his life, and it is also the last picture.

――In his life, he never had the opportunity to be called the First Sword of the Eastern Heavens, and he never had the opportunity to climb to the peak of the sword path again.

Regret and unwillingness, but there is a joy from the heart.

Seek the way and die, and it will be fast!

Laugh at!

Blood is like a blooming peach blossom, splashing everywhere.

Chen Feiyang's sword pierced Yin Jun's heart, and then calmly retreated, drifting back to its original position, as if it had not moved.

Yin Jun's sword hung in the void.

-- I thought I had stabbed someone in the throat, but it was just a cloud of air.

"Good...... What a trick!"

"Is this hiding from everyone present?"

"It's unimaginable!"

Exclamations, one after another.

The alien swordsman who was praised by the sword god actually died under Chen Feiyang's sword with one move, and the sword just now had already revealed the obvious strength of the martial monarch.

"No...... It's not a trick ......"

Ren Ye muttered to himself, his face turned white.

Yu Zhanfei stood beside him, trembling all over, looking at Ren Ye, although the two were young, their eyesight was excellent.

"Wu ...... Jun ......"

Yi Tianheng burst out two words from between his teeth.

――Martial Monarch, such a young Martial Monarch, even in this prosperous era of martial arts, has never appeared, right?

Even the eldest grandson of the heir of Tianjing Valley has only just shown the strength of the peak of the martial master, and it will take at least some time and opportunity to break through the martial monarch.

But this young man Chen Feiyang, as if he jumped out of the stone, has no origin, no past, is younger than the eldest grandson, but has already crossed the threshold of transcendent sainthood.

"Sweep you Yaxing, sorry. ”

Chen Feiyang smiled slightly, and made a gesture to the four directions, where did everyone dare to accept his salute easily, they all stood up one after another, and the sound of tables and stools toppling over was endless.

There was a crackling chaos.

"Yin Jun is a person with excellent swordsmanship and is dedicated to seeking the Tao, but he is a foreign race, which will inevitably hurt my Central Plains martial arts vitality, so I got rid of him first. ”

Chen Feiyang shrugged his shoulders, "But his corpse, don't defile it, so I ask Master Yi Zhuang to bury it alive, I don't know if it's okay?"

Yi Tianheng nodded, and there was a little more respect in his tone, "This is natural, come on, first collect Yin Jun's body and bury it on a certain day." ”

A group of family members rushed up, carried away the corpse, and wiped the floor clean, but there was not a trace of blood.

In troubled times...... This is also the basic skill of a servant.

Chen Feiyang smiled again, suddenly raised his head and said a shocking word, "In the audience just now, only Miss Feng saw the mystery of the swordsmanship at a glance, I don't know if I would like to give advice?" (To be continued......)