"This kid was just a fluke to escape his life in my hands twice!" Gan Guanghao took a deep breath and silently said this sentence in his heart three times before stepping forward.

Or that trick "Golden Needle Tribulation", Gan Guanghao made up his mind, as long as Chu Feng dodged, no matter what, the next move "Four Flowers Blooming" could leave a few transparent holes on his body.

When Chu Feng saw his move, not only did he not avoid it, but instead took half a step forward. Gan Guanghao's heart was overjoyed, and Chu Feng took half a step forward, three points closer to his long sword. If he met other opponents, he still had some doubts, and at the moment, he was only impatient with Chu Feng, a disciple of the Northern Sect.

Chu Feng naturally won't be impatient, since he woke up at the bottom of the Sword Lake Palace, he knew that the grievances with the Infinite Sword were unpredictable, not to mention the good people who crossed and Gan Guanghao's chest. In the past ten days, Chu Feng has slept with his sword every time, and Gan Guanghao has ignored him. Looking at this trick "Golden Needle Tribulation", Chu Feng had already deduced countless times in his heart, and this half step forward was the result of careful consideration.

Don't dodge or dodge, Chu Feng's left hand scabbard is on the long sword of Gan Guanghao, if the two of them have the same skill, this scabbard will definitely be able to block his long sword. However, Chu Feng will enter the North Underworld, and in the final analysis, it is only the power of the Yellow Eyebrow Monk's fingers, which is pure and pure, but it is not as deep as that.

When Gan Guanghao saw Chu Feng's sword scabbard on his sword body, he only felt that the sword body shook slightly, and he sneered, and that move was still handed out as it was. Chu Feng's sword scabbard in his left hand pressed against the sword body, and when Gan Guanghao pressed back, he borrowed the power of his long sword with a flick, and Chu Feng turned around and reached Gan Guanghao's side.

This step, Chu Feng has been thinking about it for a long time, and he has transported the "Lingbo Weibu" that is far from getting started. Although he only painted the tiger according to the cat, he only had two points of fur work, and in the eyes of Gan Guanghao, it was already like a ghost. With a flash of green light, Chu Feng had already put the dust in his hand on Gan Guanghao's neck, and said: "The immeasurable four tricks, the word 'she' is the most important word for forbearance, and if necessary, even the victory that seems to be close in front of you can be abandoned, your move is really ridiculous." ”

Gan Guanghao stiffened his neck and said: "Beizong doesn't even dare to go up to the Sword Lake Palace, what kind of atmosphere is blowing." What if you beat me by one and a half moves today, two years later, in the Sword Lake Palace, I will see how you will die!"

Chu Feng said secretly: "This brain is missing a string, I thought this was a martial arts competition, if you lose this time, will you come back next time?"

The stinging pain in his neck came, and Gan Guanghao's heart trembled, and then he thought that the disciple of the Northern Sect in front of him was different from the immeasurable disciple in Ping. The Eastern Sect is all senior brothers, needless to say, although the Western Sect has been fighting for many years, they can be regarded as familiar. Beizong went to Shanxi, and it can barely be said that it is the same sect, but the relationship is three points worse than that of strangers.

The mountains are high and the forests are dense, and the sounds of birds and beasts faintly in the ears are reminding Gan Guanghao that the young man in front of him chose to appear here, but he is afraid that he has already made the idea of killing himself. Gan Guanghao was about to turn his head to the left, and when he looked at Chu Feng's face, he felt that Chu Feng's long sword was pressed down again. This time he could already feel the blood gushing out, mixed with the cold sweat dripping from his head, and a stinging pain in the wound.

"Senior Brother Chu, the big guys are all out of the same place, why did they make trouble in this field?" Gan Guanghao said with half regret and half disguise, throwing down the long sword in his hand, "Now, can we talk well?"

When Chu Feng saw him throw the long sword, his heart was relieved. Gan Guanghao doesn't know his roots, but he knows it very well. Defeating the enemy with one move, on the one hand, is the understanding of the immeasurable sword technique, and he is even more above the disciples of this Eastern Sect. On the other hand, Gan Guanghao didn't take his "defeated general" in his eyes at all. However, in terms of internal strength, Chu Feng is poor and white, and Gan Guanghao really wants to work hard, and he really can't say what the consequences will be.

When Gan Guanghao lost the long sword in his right hand, Chu Feng turned to his back, holding the sword in his right hand still pressing the side of his neck, and inserted the scabbard back into his waist with his left hand. Chu Feng's left hand was free, and seeing that Gan Guanghao was still holding the scabbard in his left hand, he smiled and said, "What, the long sword is thrown to the ground, but you can't bear this scabbard?"

Gan Guanghao thought about it, what was he doing with the scabbard, and he was about to throw it down when he let go of his five fingers. At this moment, Chu Feng's left hand was like electricity, and he climbed up to Gan Guanghao's left palm. The two of them touched their thumbs, Gan Guanghao was surprised, and wanted to turn his head and ask. Where was Chu Feng willing to give him a chance to ask questions, and the long sword in his right hand pressed his head and neck to his side.

The dripping of blood on his neck flowed down his clothes, and the feeling of insects and ants crawling on his bones made Gan Guanghao have no time to think of the place where the thumbs of the two met, and his internal force had been continuously sucked away by Chu Feng. After a while, there was a wave of dizziness in his mind, and Gan Guanghao thought it was caused by excessive blood loss, and shouted, "Senior Brother Chu...... No, no, no, Senior Brother Chu, Senior Brother Chu, the junior brother has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and when the surname Gan sees you in the future, walk around the road, you dissipate your anger!" While glancing at the long sword at his feet, he secretly made up his mind that as long as Chu Feng let go of him, he would definitely not give Chu Feng any more chances.

Chu Feng turned a deaf ear to his shouting, at the beginning Chu Feng only had a little internal force, the two of them were thumbs together, and they had to do Guanghao every time they exerted their strength before the internal force could be transmitted. When Gan Guanghao felt dizzy, it was actually caused by the internal force he had been accustomed to since he was a child and was gradually sucked away by Chu Feng.

Waiting until more than half of the internal force was absorbed, Chu Feng put his mind at ease, this kind of thing of "river backflow", once encountered, it would be a complete loss, and there would be no chance to turn over. Gan Guanghao shouted a few times, but he couldn't get a response from Chu Feng, and his heart began to panic, and at this moment, the left hand that was tightly held by Chu Feng finally let go. He waited for a long time, just waiting for this opportunity, stumbled forward, picked up the long sword in his right hand, and swung it back.

There is no feeling of cutting **, and there is no crisp sound of iron swords intersecting......

Gan Guanghao nervously covered the wound on the side of his neck with his left hand, turned his head in surprise, and saw that Chu Feng had retreated three feet away, looking at him quietly. He looked at Chu Feng's face, a sense of humiliation that came from the bottom of his heart, and shouted loudly: "If you kill me, otherwise ......" Before he finished speaking, he finally turned into a miserable snort.

"You...... Dare to ......" A sword tip emerged from Gan Guanghao's chest, and the sharp pain spread throughout his body, he still couldn't believe that this disciple of the Northern Sect dared to poison himself.

"Murder has never had anything to do with it. "Chu Feng has absorbed all of Guanghao's internal strength, how can he leave him in the world.

Seeing Gan Guanghao froze on the ground, Chu Feng took his portable iron sword from his hand and cut open the two wounds on his body. The Infinite Sword could be found from the Yellow Eyebrow Monk's Vajra Finger to the Lianhua Temple, and Chu Feng was not sure if there would be any clues left on the wound made by the dust.