Chapter 60: Kill Him

Jing has no life, Chu Feng. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Jing Wuming stood at the gate, and Chu Feng stood outside the gate.

The wind was cold, but what made Chu Feng feel cold was not the piercing bones, but the killing intent on Jing Wusheng's body. But the coldest thing is not the killing machine on Jing Wuming's body, although the killing machine is terrifying, but Chu Feng has seen many masters, facing the swords of many terrible swordsmen in the world, so although the killing machine on Jing Wuming's body is terrifying, it is not the most terrifying for a person like him.

It was not Jing Wusheng's person, nor Jing Wusheng's sword, but a faint hoarse and agile voice.

"Kill him. ”

The smart voice only said three words, this is definitely a voice that makes anyone's heart cold, Chu Feng's heart is already cold, but there is a wry smile on his face.

In a word, three understatements, but every pore and every cell in Chu Feng's body was filled with an indescribable bitterness. There are very few people in the world who can do such a thing.

But no matter what it is, there is one person among the few who is always included in it - Shangguan Xiaoxian.

Jing Wuming looked like a stone.

When a huge body stood in the doorway, his whole body looked like a stone everywhere, except that he was different from ordinary times—his whole body was full of a terrifying sharpness.

Chu Feng had seen many swordsmen, and Jing Wuming was naturally one of them. In all fairness, Chu Feng can be regarded as the most powerful and even extremely terrifying of these swordsmen, but he is not the most powerful and terrifying swordsman he has faced in his life, and he is definitely not the most terrifying martial artist he has ever faced.

However, there was one thing he couldn't help admitting, Jing Wuming had a temperament that only one of the swordsmen he had seen before.

――I don't care about my life.

Chu Feng has always believed that there are two kinds of people in the world who are extremely powerful and extremely terrifying in his opinion. The first type of person is a person who is not afraid of death, and the second type is a person who is not only not afraid of death but also knows when to die.

Although there are not many people in the world who are not afraid of death, they are not few. Even if this kind of person doesn't have much martial arts wisdom, it is awe-inspiring enough. And the second type of person, in Chu Feng's opinion, should not only be feared, but should be feared, this kind of person is not only not afraid of death, but also knows when to die.

In the past, Chu Feng had felt this peculiar temperament from a little red in the Central Plains, and now he also felt this temperament from Jing Wuming, this kind of temperament that made people can't help but feel creepy when they see it all over their bodies.

Chu Feng had already felt a chill, and at this moment he should choose to retreat was the wisest move, but today he had already made up his mind to see Shangguan Xiaoxian, so he didn't retreat, but he didn't easily enjoy Jing Wusheng standing at the door.

This is definitely not someone that anyone can easily ignore.

Therefore, Chu Feng could only stand in front of the gate, standing in the cold wind, facing the Jing Wusheng who was like a corpse, and only his eyes revealed that he was much sharper and colder than a living person.

He wasn't just looking at Jing Wu's life, he was also looking for Shangguan Xiaoxian.

He knows Shangguan Xiaoxian, he believes that Shangguan Xiaoxian, who is directing this good show, will not miss this elaborate masterpiece, so Shangguan Xiaoxian must be hiding in a corner and quietly observing this scene, he also knows that it is not easy to find Shangguan Xiaoxian, in fact, until now he has not found Shangguan Xiaoxian's hidden location, and with a low and hoarse voice sounding, he can only interrupt this search.

Jing Wuming spoke, his voice was like a swinging sword, and his hoarse tone was like the strong whistling sound of a sword piercing in the air, which made people shudder.

"I really want to kill you, but I know that if I fight you with my swordsmanship, I will die by your sword nine times out of ten, so even if I wanted to kill you, I never attacked you. Jing Wuming opened his mouth to speak, but at this moment, anyone looking at Jing Wuming could hardly feel that Jing Wuming was speaking, his mouth was wide and small, and sometimes he didn't even feel that he didn't open his mouth.

"But now I don't seem to have any reason not to try if I can kill you. After he said this, the person had already walked in front of Chu Feng from the steps, his sharp eyes were even sharper, and there seemed to be blood flashing in his miserable white eyes.

Chu Feng didn't move, he stood upright in front of Jing Wusheng, but he had already frowned slightly, he had already felt that Jing Wuming's body was twice as terrifying as the killing machine just now, and the cold wind seemed to be even colder because of the killing machine.

Chu Feng just stood there, the person stood straight like an overlord gun, his whole body did not show the slightest murderous intent, and his body did not show any signs of martial arts, but the invisible pressure could be felt by anyone, especially Jing Wusheng.

Jing Wusheng could feel the indescribable momentum on Chu Feng's body, and his pale face became even paler at this moment, even with a little pale.

But the murderous intent in his eyes was even stronger.

Chu Feng looked at Jing Wusheng and said, "Some things can have countless chances to try, but there is no second chance for this kind of thing, you should understand this." ”

Jing Wuming glanced at the sword on Chu Feng's waist, the sword with a snow-white hilt that he had never seen before, there was no expression on his face, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I understand, but I still want to see your sword." ”

Chu Feng looked at Jing Wusheng, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold meaning: "You don't regret it?"

Jing Wuming stopped talking, he had nothing to say, and at this moment his person had turned into a sword, a sword that had been unsheathed.

Chu Feng could feel the murderous aura on Jing Wusheng's body, Chu Feng didn't open his mouth anymore, he didn't want to fight Jing Wusheng, but now he couldn't help but fight Jing Wuming.

Speechless, speechless, everything in the world turned into a self: the sword.

Isn't life and death between swordsmen all about a sword?

This is the fate of the swordsman, the belonging of the swordsman.

Jing Wuming didn't hold the sword, but he was already ready to draw the sword.

Chu Feng didn't take out the sword either, but he was already waiting for the sword to come out.

He wasn't going to draw a sword, he wanted to take a look at Jing Wusheng's sword.

What Jing Wuming's swordsmanship was, Chu Feng didn't know, he had only seen Jing Wuming attack once, and that time he only made three moves. However, there is one thing he can't not know, in the past, when Shangguan Jinhong was still the leader of the Money Gang, Jing Wuming killed Shangguan Jinhong and took his life, eradicating the world's disobedient money gang masters, and his subordinates killed countless people, and the first-class masters he killed were by no means few.

So far, there are no less than nineteen masters who have died under Jing Wuming's sword, so when Jing Wuming was still walking on the rivers and lakes in the past, he was called a life-killing swordsman, and the limelight can be described as unparalleled for a while.

Today's Jing Wuming has not walked on the rivers and lakes for several years, but his swordsmanship is as good as before.

Chu Feng had fought with Jing Wusheng, but he didn't get too much about everything about Jing Wusheng.

However, at this moment, it was no longer important to Chu Feng, and in Chu Feng's eyes, there was only one thing that was most important - Jing Wu's sword.

No matter who the opponent is, there must not be the slightest carelessness. Chu Feng looked at Jing Wusheng, his expression was calm, and there was even a faint smile on his face, but there was an indescribable solemnity in his eyes,

He is not only respecting Jing Wusheng, but also respecting his sword.

A person who does not respect his opponent is also disrespectful to himself.

Chu Feng had already understood this truth before he walked on the rivers and lakes. And now he has never forgotten this truth.

Now he is waiting, waiting for Jing Wufu to make a move.

Jing Wuming was also waiting, waiting for Chu Feng to reveal his flaws.

But how could a master like Chu Feng, who had almost reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, show his flaws? He didn't think that Chu Feng would show flaws at all, but he was still waiting, waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to use his sword to strike the edge.

Chu Feng was very calm, he still had time, but Jing Wusheng couldn't help but make a move, so he wasn't in a hurry at all.

I don't know how long it took, but the silver light flashed in front of him, and the sword had quietly appeared in front of him, stabbing at his left shoulder at an incredible angle and incredible speed.

This sword is fast and vicious, but in Chu Feng's opinion, the fastest and most vicious sword is not the angle at which this sword pokes, but the change of this sword.

The sword appeared to be poking at his left shoulder, but it was actually stabbing at his left shoulder, and it suddenly accelerated. In an instant, it stabbed Chu Feng's throat like lightning, this was a fatal sword.

The surprise of this sword was more difficult to kick than the first sword, and this sudden change of move was even faster than the speed of the initial stab, and the opportunity was that between the flickering of the sword, the sword had already stabbed out, directly in front of Chu Feng's throat.

It is extremely terrifying and extremely tricky, and it is difficult for people who have not seen this sword to believe that there is such a tricky sword in the world, and there is no one in the world who can react to the sudden change of this sword.

This sword was a mortal sword, but Chu Feng was not dead.

No one could dodge this sword, not even Chu Feng. However, Chu Feng had already seen the intention of blowing this sword before it changed its moves, so he jumped lightly, soared into the air, and landed directly on the wall, and appeared in front of the beautiful woman who was standing on a wooden chair and watching the tiger fight.

Chu Feng sighed, glanced at Jing Wuming, who was pressing up again, and casually waved a sword qi to block Jing Wuming's attack and defense.

Suddenly, the blade of the sword turned, he handed out the hilt of the sword, held the tip of the sword in his hand, handed it to the woman in the red dress who bowed her head and smiled lightly, and sighed lightly: "If you really want to kill me, in fact, you can't use Jing Wusheng to make a move, as long as you want to kill me, I can die in front of you immediately." ”

The woman held the sword in astonishment, with an extremely strange look in her eyes, staring at Chu Feng in front of her, very incredible.

This incredible light flashed away.

Her hand was already gripping the sword, and her smile was like a summer flower.