Chapter 25, July 19

On July 18, Chu Feng didn't plan to leave the garden, the flowers and green grass could calm his heart completely, but he couldn't help but leave, he already felt that his heart was beginning to become incomparably hot and churning violently. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He left Tianshui Villa and came to a valley.

The sword was already stuck in the ground, and his men sat cross-legged on the ground, their hands plunging into the ground like eagle talons.

At this moment, if anyone could see this scene, they would definitely be surprised, because Chu Feng's chest was still contracting violently, and blood kept flowing out of his chest. Incomparably intense pain poured into Chu Feng's mind, Chu Feng clenched his teeth, the blood had already stained his mouth red, and the huge pain had already made his face begin to be hideous.

There was a sharp pain in his body, but his mind was several times sharper than usual, and he was not thinking about anything else, but about the sword.

He didn't exaggerate or lie to Lu Xiaofeng, he used to experience this kind of unbearable pain at least once a year, under this kind of pain, he would meditate and practice swordsmanship, cultivate swordsmanship spiritually, look for changes and flaws in swordsmanship, and find the most suitable way to use the sword and the way to use the sword.

Blood was dripping from his body, but it didn't fall to the ground.

Chu Feng's body seemed to be packed into a very small and transparent space, and the blood left on his body actually stopped dripping on Chu Feng's trouser legs, and then floated in mid-air.

Gradually, I don't know how long it took, the blood almost wrapped half of Chu Feng's body, and at this moment, the space changed drastically, and Chu Feng's man and sword disappeared in the original valley at this moment, appearing in a gray world.

The blood moon shone high, and below it was a cliff, and beneath the cliff was a churning molten flame.

Chu Feng's face was as pale as paper, and the severe pain not only tested his body and spirit, he slowly stood up, and looked coldly at the golden sword floating out of his body in front of him, his tone was extremely indifferent and extremely calm, looking at this extremely incredible scene in the eyes of ordinary people, he said, "What are you looking for me?"

The golden short sword floated in mid-air, and the sword let out a violent roar, and then the churning magma under the cliff began to surge violently like ocean waves, and soon two words appeared in mid-air: "Punish God." ”

Chu Feng frowned and didn't speak, but the spatial changes did not end there, the cliffs and the blood moon in the sky disappeared quickly, and the golden sword floating in mid-air gradually dimmed, and when Chu Feng opened his eyes, he returned to the original valley.

His body was still intact, and he didn't look like a single sign of a blow or injury. Chu Feng lowered his head and picked up the sword on the ground, he glanced up at the high heavens, and then turned around and returned to Tianshui Villa.

Now he was not ready to think about other things, he only had one thing on his mind: the decisive battle with the Marquis of Ziyi on July 19.

Chu Feng rested well, and Ziyihou also had a good sleep.

During this time, no one disturbed Chu Feng, and no one disturbed Xiaoyao Hou anymore, and anyone knew that the day before the decisive battle on July 18 was extremely important for both Chu Feng and Ziyihou, so no one dared to disturb it, even if Li Guanyu had spoken to Ziyi Hou in the morning, he had not seen Ziyi Hou again.

And what about Chu Feng? The same is true, except for Lu Xiaofeng, who has seen Chu Feng in the morning, no one has seen Chu Feng.

On the 18th day of July, the two of them seemed to have evaporated from the world.

But on July 19, both men appeared.

July 19, light breeze and light rain.

However, the most important point on this day is the decisive battle, and the day of July 19 is the decisive battle between Chu Feng and Ziyihou.

Hu Jinsleeve, Xie Xiaofeng, Mei Yinxue, Crow, Yan Shisan, Lu Xiaofeng, as well as the thunder god Jin Kaijia, Murong Qiudi, and Li Guanyu, the owner of Yongcui Villa, and the little scholar of Ziyi Hou have all come to watch this battle.

The location of the decisive battle was in the garden where Chu Feng and Lu Xiaofeng met on July 18, and this was not the place where the purple clothes were selected, but the place where Chu Feng was selected.

Therefore, the duel is absolutely fair.

At the end of the day, Chu Feng and Ziyihou appeared in the garden one after another, Chu Feng rode an oil-paper umbrella, but it was supported by Hu Jin's sleeves, while Ziyihou appeared in the corridor with a meteor in stride.

Today's Purple Marquis and Chu Feng and everyone saw the rich man dressed completely differently for the first time, today's Purple Marquis is luxurious and graceful, anyone who sees such an old man will invariably think that this is a prince and nobleman.

Ziyihou didn't hold an umbrella, he appeared in the corridor first, and without waiting too long, Chu Feng appeared, Chu Feng held an oil-paper umbrella for Hu Jinsleeve and appeared with Mei Yinxue and Hu Jinsleeve.

At this moment, no matter who anyone could see that Chu Feng's expression was very relaxed, at least he definitely couldn't see the slightest hint of nervousness. If a man is still in the mood to talk and laugh with the women around him and say some interesting things, this man will definitely not be very nervous, at least in Yan Shisan's eyes, but he doesn't know whether this battle is won by the purple-clothed Hou or Chu Fengsheng today, after all, neither of these two has been defeated.

This problem is not only troubled by Yan Shisan, but also by others, and they can't come to a conclusion, even if they have been evaluating swords for many years, Li Guanyu, the owner of Yongcui Mountain Villa, who is highly respected in the martial arts.

Chu Feng had already seen the Purple Yihou, he didn't deliberately pretend not to see it, and talked to Hu Jinsleeve and Mei Yinxue, he gently handed the oil-paper umbrella to Hu Jinsleeve, and said, "Take it." ”

Hu Jinsleeve was actually very obedient and took it, and didn't say a word, just looked at Chu Feng with a smile like a flower and walked over to the garden.

The Purple Marquis also walked into the garden.

The two stood in front of a circle of camellias, facing each other.

The wind is slightly cold and blowing.

The rain was sloping, wetting the clothes.

The two stood together, for a while all the words were still at this moment, all eyes were focused on these two people, and even at this moment, many people felt that time and space had completely stopped, and there seemed to be only these two people in heaven and earth, these two opponents who stood against each other.

Suddenly, Chu Feng smiled, he looked up at the rain that was falling, and then said: "Young people are not afraid of rain, while the old man's body does not like rain, so although we haven't fought each other today, I seem to have taken advantage of it." ”

Ziyi Hou was stunned for a moment, and also laughed, he said: "I have studied the world's swordsmanship for at least three times as long as you, not to mention that I am an elder, and it is not a big deal for the elder to let the younger generation naturally, at least no matter what the process is, the result is the same." ”

Originally, everyone thought that this was a solemn and thrilling confrontation, but no one thought that the words of the two confrontational super swordsmen would be so relaxed and pleasant, and they couldn't see the slightest duel posture at all.

But in the next moment, everyone knew that this was indeed a duel, a duel that would determine the winner or even life and death.

Chu Feng looked at the purple-clothed marquis, and he said, "I don't seem to have anything to say now. ”

Ziyi Hou said: "You shouldn't talk too much, people who talk a lot can't be a swordsman." ”

Chu Feng thought so, he didn't speak, and the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a fierce momentum that came and went.

His hand was already pressed against the sword.

The smile on the purple-clothed marquis's face also retracted little by little, and when the last smile on his face disappeared, his sword had already been drawn.

The sword was unsheathed, unsheathed in an incredible way, unexpected.

No one thought that just after the words were finished, Ziyi Hou would take the lead, and this shot would be so sharp and elegant.

Xie Xiaofeng's eyes stared at the Ziyi Hou's shot without blinking, in his opinion, the Ziyi Hou may not be the person with the highest swordsmanship in the world, he is confident that he will not be defeated in the face of the Ziyi Hou, but he can't help but admit that the Ziyi Hou is indeed the swordsman who has studied all the sects and factions in the world and knows the most swordsmanship of all sects and factions in the world.

At least Xie Xiaofeng can see this simple sword drawing from the sword technique of Ziyihou, he can see at least seven or eight extremely top sword drawing techniques, and these extremely top sword drawing techniques seem to have been melted by Ziyihou into a furnace and turned into the most suitable way to draw the sword for himself.

This time, the sword was drawn not only quickly and elegantly, but also with an indescribable danger and fierceness.

The moment the sword came out, it seemed that people felt that seventeen or eighteen swords suddenly came out of their sheaths and stabbed out in unison. And at this moment, Tang Rui's opponent was already in defeat if he lost his mind at all.

Yan Shisan is one of the few people in the world who fights with the Purple Yi Hou, but he has never seen the sword drawing technique of the Purple Yi Hou, but he is the top swordsman after all, so he can also see the horror of this sword drawing, and the obscure killing intent hidden in this sword drawing.

In his opinion, isn't the Marquis of Ziyi at this time just a person who plays a chess game, once the opponent falls into the chess game, then this battle is already doomed.

Yan Shisan stared at Chu Feng, and he found that Chu Feng was not confused by the dazzling and dangerous sword of the Purple Yi Hou, and his sword had already been drawn without hesitation.

Chu Feng's sword was not dazzling at all, his only characteristic was that he was swift and fast, and his sword was also extremely decisive, even incomparably decisive.

To be precise, when the Ziyi Hou's sword was just unsheathed, Chu Feng's sword was also unsheathed almost at the same time, and if the speed of the sword was discussed, the Ziyi Hou's sword was slightly inferior.

However, this is not what Yan Shisan and Lu Xiaofeng admire the most, what they admire the most is that Chu Feng's sword did not hesitate, even in the face of the sword deliberately set up by the Purple Yi Hou, Chu Feng's sword is still decisive and correct.

If Chu Feng's indecisiveness was incorrect, lacking either of the two points, Chu Feng would have already fallen into the layout of the Purple Marquis, and it would be difficult to have a chance to turn around. It was precisely because Chu Feng had done these two things, and he had made these two points quickly and correctly, that Lu Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan admired Chu Feng incomparably.

With a ding, the two swords clashed, and this thrilling decisive battle had begun......