The Jianghu people are one of the most peculiar and contradictory groups.

The most important thing in their ordinary life is face, and for a little bit of face, it may even lead to the demise of a sect. However, when it comes to the critical moment, face is worthless in their eyes.

No matter how strong Jiang Feng showed before, in the final analysis, Jiang Feng was just a young man.

To deal with such a fledgling young man, if Nan Siqi shoots together, even if he wins, he is afraid that his face will not be very bright.

Therefore, the four of them looked at each other for a while, and they were ready to be taken by Liu Chengfeng to take the lead, and the other three were in the formation.

This Liu Chengfeng is a Xuanmen authentic internal force with extremely deep fire, coupled with a soft cloud sword, rigid and soft, unpredictable, it is really a rare first-class swordsman in Southern Martial Arts.

Among the four wonders of the south, Liu Chengfeng's martial arts are not the highest, but they are definitely the most stable. Therefore, it is very suitable to deal with Jiang Feng, a junior with amazing internal strength, and it is very suitable for him to take action.

"Liu Mou's sword does not kill the unknown, report the name!"

Liu Chengfeng's long sword shook at this time, and under the infusion of the internal force of the Xuanmen after decades of hard cultivation, a burst of humming sounds burst out.

He learned swords at an early age, and after ten years of cold and summer, he traveled to the rivers and lakes, and there were quite adventures. An authentic Taoist Xuanmen internal force and Rouyun swordsmanship were obtained at that time. Since then, I don't know how many swords and swords have been experienced, and in an instant of life and death, I have the name of Nan Siqi who is now "Falling Flowers and Flowing Water".

The hunting robe moved with the wind, showing Liu Chengfeng's confidence and calmness.

However, Jiang Feng didn't have the slightest intention of opening, and his feet were a little above the eaves of the main hall. The broken tiles and flying gravel all show the amazing internal force of the river wind at this moment.

The galloping figure, the lightning-fast shortened distance, the fierce river wind.

Liu Chengfeng is as stable as Mount Tai, this is not because he can't react to Jiang Feng's body style, but because he has won the essence of Taoist martial arts to brake quietly and respond to all changes without change.

Three feet, for any swordsman, this is a familiar can not be at a familiar distance. A sword strikes, three feet square, is between life and death.

"Buzz ......"

A series of violent shaking sounds, although Liu Chengfeng's long sword was not a soft sword, it was infused by Liu Chengfeng's internal force. It was like a spiritual snake, twisting and turning.

The trembling tip of the sword conjured up layers of phantoms, with a sense of tranquility, enveloping the river breeze in mid-air. In Liu Chengfeng's view, Jiang Feng, who was flying in the air and had nowhere to focus, had not yet started fighting, and had already lost three points first. If it weren't for the high enough internal force that Jiang Feng had just shown with a loud shout, he would never use all his strength if he was afraid of this sword.

Even so, in Liu Chengfeng's heart, he couldn't help but have a little contempt for Jiang Feng. After all, there are countless treasures in the rivers and lakes, and every year, there will always be one or two lucky people who get some natural treasures, so that the internal force soars to the sky.

This sudden increase in skill often makes these young people impetuous, eager to become famous, for such young people, he Liu Chengfeng has seen too much, not inferior to Jiang Feng.

However, just when Liu Chengfeng thought that Jiang Feng had been completely enveloped by his own killing sword, the sword in Jiang Feng's hand suddenly moved.

Unlike Liu Chengfeng's sword, Jiang Feng's sword is simple, direct, and without the slightest complicated and subtle change.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, stab directly, and flow smoothly, all in one go.

Thousands of tempers have created this brilliant sword.

If Liu Chengfeng's long sword turned into an overwhelming net, then Jiang Feng's long sword was like an eagle flying over the sea and sky.

No matter how tight the net in front of Jiang Feng's sword is, no matter how exquisite the opponent's swordsmanship is. One sword, just one sword, absolute speed, absolute strength, in front of them, all the complicated and exquisite moves seemed to have become vulnerable.

"Dingding......

Nan Siqi is Nan Siqi after all, different from the ordinary Jianghu characters who died under Jiang Feng's sword, at a critical moment, although he couldn't see Jiang Feng's sword clearly, he knew that Jiang Feng's sword would definitely stab him.

The difference in return sword, rung, distance makes up for the difference in speed.

Jiang Feng's sword tip hit Liu Chengfeng's long sword three times in a row, and each time, the huge force would shake Liu Chengfeng's fingers, palms, and arms numb for a while.

Withdraw?

It cannot be returned.

Liu Chengfeng clearly knew in his heart that once he had the slightest retreat, the next moment, what was waiting for him would definitely be Jiang Feng's cold long sword.

"Not good!"

The same thoughts, the same time, appeared together in Nan Siqi's mind.

If time could be reversed, Nan Siqi would never do this great thing again. Letting Liu Chengfeng and Jiang Feng go one-on-one is really a wrong decision.

However, although there are many pharmacies in this world, there is never a regret that medicine can be bought. Otherwise, this river and lake would not be as dark and murderous as it is today.

blocked Jiang Feng's long sword three times in a row, and this fourth time, Liu Chengfeng couldn't block it after all. He really couldn't imagine that Jiang Feng's sword was not only faster than himself, but the strength of the sword was like a thunderbolt.

A slight backward lean could not save Liu Chengfeng's fate, and the long sword sank into his throat by an inch and a third, and passed away in a minute. The passing blue light leaves behind a little red, and a fading vitality.

People on the rivers and lakes often like to be famous, but people who are not famous will never know what the word name means for a person in the rivers and lakes.

If it weren't for Nan Siqi's name, Jiang Feng believed that Liu Chengfeng would definitely not make a single move after seeing his amazing internal strength.

Although even if Nan Siqi shoots together, he may not be able to defeat Jiang Feng, but perhaps, he Liu Chengfeng can live a little longer.

"Third brother!"

"Third brother!"

"Third brother!"

......

The corpse that gradually fell, the eyes that lost their figure seemed to sigh silently. The blood-stained robes and the falling swords are not only the death of a master, but also the end of an era.

The rivers and lakes are choppy, there are always people leaving, and there are always people coming.

Jiang Feng stood on top of the position where Liu Chengfeng was originally standing, and Liu Chengfeng under his feet was his combat power. Different from the people he killed in the past, the name of Nan Siqi is an honor and a shackle, no matter who kills him, soon, he will be famous all over the world.

Liu Chengfeng's death instantly ignited the anger of the other three of Nan Siqi, but seeing that the three of them had already stabbed their hands in an instant, they came in the air. The murderous aura leaked out was pervasive, vowing to kill Jiang Feng in one fell swoop and avenge Liu Chengfeng.