Chapter 56, Heroes and Beauty

So far, although Chu Feng's fame is already known to the world, few people have seen Chu Feng out of the sword, and no one has seen Chu Feng's sword, Chu Feng's swordsmanship is too terrible and terrifying, at least a month ago, everyone who has seen Chu Feng out of the sword seems to have died except for the peacock concubine Mei Yinxue. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But Zhu Meng had already seen the sword in Chu Feng's hand, the sword on Chu Feng's body.

He saw it in Hu Jinchou's hands.

It wasn't really a sword, it was just an ordinary sword. At this moment, Chu Feng is even less like a swordsman, how can a real swordsman let the sword in his hand fall into the hands of others, even in the hands of the closest people, it is impossible, but Chu Feng's sword is in the hands of Hu Jinsleeve.

At this moment, Chu Feng, who was standing with his hands in his hands, did not look like a swordsman, but like an ordinary hermit, but when Zhu Meng walked into the martial arts arena, he understood that Chu Feng was still a swordsman, an extremely terrifying swordsman.

Now the sword has fallen into Chu Feng's hand, and Chu Feng has a sword in his hand, so a very strange temperament has appeared on Chu Feng's body, a sense of oppression that makes Zhu Meng feel incomparably heavy.

Today was the first time Zhu Meng saw Chu Feng, he didn't see Chu Feng out of his sword, but he already felt that Chu Feng was terrible, incomparably terrifying.

Chu Feng looked at Zhu Meng and spikes, nodded, and said lightly: "I know you will definitely come back, but you have to find some time than I expected." ”

Zhu Meng smiled heroically, he walked into the martial arts arena with a golden-backed machete, and at the same time, Hu Jinsleeve also left the martial arts arena, standing outside the martial arts arena, he looked at Chu Feng and said: "Isn't it a matter of time before you kill or be killed?" ”

Chu Feng nodded, he looked at Zhu Meng and said, "What else do you have to explain but haven't explained, if there is still one, I can wait." ”

A playful smile flashed in Zhu Meng's tiger eyes, and he said, "What if the things I want to explain have not been explained?"

Chu Feng said lightly: "Others may do, but you Zhu Meng will not, if you Zhu Meng are this kind of person, then you will not offend the unbeatable money gang because you want to save your beloved daughter." ”

Zhu Meng laughed, he looked at Chu Feng, he didn't hide the look of appreciation in his eyes, he sighed softly: "Okay, very good, Chu Feng is worthy of Chu Feng, but I, Zhu Meng, am also worthy of the name Zhu Meng." He immediately held a golden knife in his hand, his eyes were cold, and he said, "Okay, you can make a move now, I want to see if your sword can take off my head." ”

Gao Yanfei and Guan Yumen had also come to the martial arts arena at this time, looking at this scene.

Spikes had already ordered the martial arts arena to be emptied, and there were only six of them around - two people who fought and four people who watched the battle.

Didn't wait, and don't have to wait.

The cold wind suddenly rose, and Chu Feng had already taken out his sword.

The sword broke through the sky like thunder, like lightning day by day, and in an instant, the sword light was gorgeous, making it difficult for people to open their eyes, and the long sword had already poked Zhu Meng's chest in an instant.

Zhu Meng's speed of swinging the sword was not slow, almost the moment Chu Feng drew his sword, Zhu Meng had already swung the sword, but Chu Feng's sword was too fast and too fast, when Zhu Meng drew the sword, the sword was already in front of his eyes, and the next moment he could take his life under the long sword.

Zhu Meng's forehead suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and he had to admire in his heart that Chu Fengguo was worthy of his name, he didn't know how many times he had fought with people in his life, but none of those times could make him feel that life and death were just a moment.

The golden-backed machete was swung out, the golden light was dazzling, and the knife wind was like a violent wind and waves, sweeping Chu Feng.

With a sonorous sound, the knife collided violently with the sword.

But the knife momentum is not stopped, it is still a fierce tiger down the mountain, and the momentum is fierce towards Chu Feng, as if the mountains are pressing, and the soldiers are approaching the city.

Chu Feng's expression was calm, and he swung his sword calmly, and the originally incomparable and swift sword momentum was instantly as soft as a breeze, and the breeze was slow, with an indescribable gentleness and strangeness.

Zhu Meng's sword momentum was like a tiger descending the mountain, but when it touched Chu Feng's suddenly changing sword momentum, it was like ice and snow meeting a clear sky, melting in an instant.

Gao Wanfei and Guan Yumen's eyes widened, with an unbelievable look in their eyes, and Gao Wanfei couldn't help but exclaim: "Qingfeng Thirteen Style?"

But immediately, this exclamation was coldly interrupted by Guan Yumen: "This is not the Thirteen Styles of the Clear Wind of the Huashan Sect, but the essence of this sword move is similar to the Thirteen Styles of the Clear Breeze of Huashan. ”

When Hu Jinsleeve heard this, his face was even more smiling like a flower, but the moody Miss Hu Jinsleeve Hu stomped her foot fiercely, stared at Chu Feng who was fighting with Zhu Meng, and sighed: "It seems that that little girl should have also come to find Chu Feng, otherwise how would Chu Feng comprehend this sword momentum?"

Today's seven major schools of martial arts are equally famous, although Shaolin Wudang is the head of the internal and external families, but in fact, "Kunlun", "Diancang", "Emei", "Nanhai" and "Huashan" have their own strengths.

And under the seven major sects, there are thirteen major sword sects.

These thirteen major sword sects are different from the seven major sects, they specialize in swordsmanship, and all the people in the sect use swords. In their eyes, although the so-called seven major sects have their own strengths, there is one thing that other sects are definitely not as good as the Huashan faction, and that is the sword of the Huashan faction.

Regarding this point, even if the other six major schools do not want to admit it, they cannot but admit it. It's just that when it comes to swordsmanship, no matter which sect or faction, they will never dare to compete with Huashan, just because the Huashan faction's set of "Qingfeng Thirteen Styles" is indeed extremely graceful, and it is beyond the reach of others, and even Kunlun's "Flying Dragon Nine Styles" are ashamed of themselves.

Although the sword technique used by Chu Feng is not the incomparable and exquisite sword technique of the Qingfeng Thirteen Style, the essence of the sword is similar to the "Qing" and "Light" of the Qingfeng Thirteen.

With this move, Zhu Meng's sword momentum of going down the mountain like a fierce tiger couldn't be exerted at all, and he was completely restrained by Chu Feng's move.

This sword seems to be fast but not fast, slow but not slow, with a very strange trajectory, and not only changes the direction to think of Zhu Meng to kill.

If we say the true meaning of the speed of the sword for the first time, then this sword can be said to be the true meaning of the wonder of the sword.

Zhu Meng raised the knife and retreated, looking at this knife, he found that all his moves were difficult to crack this move - he didn't know that this move was hit from which direction, how could he crack this move?

But fortunately, although Zhu Meng didn't know how to crack Chu Feng's move, it wasn't that he didn't have a way to deal with Chu Feng's sword move.

The long knife slashed a long knife mark on the ground, and the knife swung out again, slashing directly towards Chu Feng's people.

Although he had no way to deal with Chu Feng's sword moves, he had a way to face Chu Feng's people.

No one wants to die, Zhu Meng understands this truth. He not only understands this truth, but also knows how to use it, so he has a temperament that is not afraid of life and death, so when his life is threatened, he can also draw a knife and exchange his own life for the life of others.

At this moment, wouldn't he be exchanging his own life for Chu Feng's life this time?

This is a trick to break the boat, this knife is hit either one death and one heavy injury, or neither of them will die.

Chu Feng retreated, he didn't die, he didn't even have any expression on his face, he immediately swung out the third sword with a flick of his wrist.

Not long ago, he said to Zhu Meng in the room: Three moves, I only make three moves.

Zhu Meng may have forgotten this sentence, but Chu Feng has not forgotten it, and Hu Jinsleeve and others have not forgotten this sentence.

Therefore, when Chu Feng struck the third move, Guan Yumen and Gao Yanfei's hearts were in their throats, and they knew that this move was a move for the two of them to decide the victory and defeat and life and death.

The long sword was swung again, and in an instant, Guan Yumen suddenly felt like he had been struck by lightning, and his originally sickly and weak face looked even more pale, and his people were ready to step forward the next moment. However, he was pulled by a spike on one side.

The face of the spikes was not much better than Guan Yumen, Gao Wanfei's face was also pale, and the voice of the spikes was already trembling, but he still tried to remain calm and said: "This is Zhu Ye's duel, no one can interfere, even if you succeed in meddling, Zhu Ye would rather die." ”

Guan Yumen was already ready to make a move, he had already seen the subtlety of Chu Feng's sword, and he saw that Chu Feng's sword was not only strange and unpredictable, but also extremely fast, faster than lightning. Of course, this is not the most important point, the most important thing is that he can see that Zhu Meng did not see the strange changes in this fast sword.

Because Zhu Meng had already swung his knife, he had already swung his knife and wanted Chu Feng to cut it off.

If this sword is cut down, Zhu Meng will definitely be defeated and will definitely die under this sword.

Neither Guan Yumen nor Gao Yanfei can affirm this, but now they can't stop it, they understand Zhu Meng's character, Zhu Meng would rather die in a decisive battle than steal peace.

Gao Yanfei's eyes were anxious and shocked.

He was in a hurry, naturally he was anxious about Zhu Meng's life and death, but he was shocked because of Chu Feng's sword, he didn't expect that Chu Feng's third sword would be faster than the first sword, he didn't expect that the third sword would have more strange changes than the second sword, and the last thing he expected was that the third sword would perfectly integrate the first sword and the second sword into one, becoming an incomparable and terrifying move.

However, he was still thinking about one thing in his mind: was this sword the pinnacle of Chu Feng's swordsmanship?

But he didn't have time to think about it, he didn't even want to look at it anymore, so he knew that Zhu Meng had no chance under this sword, and Zhu Meng could even die.

He didn't want to see Zhu Meng die, but now he seemed to have to look at Zhu Meng dead, because the current Zhu Meng seemed to be dead.

Hu Jinsleeve looked at Chu Feng's sword, there was no surprise in his eyes, only calm. He knew a fact that Gao Wanfei and Guan Yumen would be shocked when he heard it: this move was definitely not the pinnacle of Chu Feng's swordsmanship, because Chu Feng had comprehended this move when he met Chu Feng five years ago.

In the past five years, no one knows what kind of realm Chu Feng's swordsmanship has entered, and no one knows that even Ye Gucheng, who almost killed Chu Feng a year ago, will definitely not know.

The knife had been swung out, and Zhu Meng's heart sank instantly.

He discovered the mystery of this knife, he realized that he should not have wielded it, just now he had a chance to retreat, but now he has no chance, no chance......