Su Yuchen grew up and looked shocked and frightened.

Among the people present, no one knew the horror of Mao Qingquan better than him. Even among the "Eight Great Vajras" of the Su family, Mao Qingquan's strength is in the upper reaches. He is a rare master of the Su family in Zhongyue Province. He once defeated the powerful people of the ten major families of Zhongyue Province with his three-foot "Qingshuang Sword" in his hand and achieved great reputation.

It can be said that even his father, the head of the Su family, had to give in to Mao Qingquan when he saw him.

However, Mao Qingquan, which was intimidating in Zhongyue Province, was actually beaten away by Chen Feiyu, who had bare hands?

Su Yuchen felt an ominous premonition in his heart, Xie Xiaoran was dead. If Mao Qingquan was killed by Chen Feiyu again, then his trip to Changlin Province would not only gain nothing, but would even suffer heavy losses. After returning to Zhongyue Province, he would definitely face strict punishment...

Su Yuchen shuddered. Now, he could only pray that Mr. Mao could establish his power again and kill Chen Feiyu here.

In the field, Chen Feiyu stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, looked at the big hole, waiting for Mao Qingquan to fall.

Mao Qingquan was in mid-air, but his heart was getting more and more shocked. He thought that with his "mid-level master" strength, even though he was slightly inferior to Chen Feiyu, he could cooperate with the power of the magic weapon "Qingshuang Sword" in his hand, not to mention that he could kill Chen Feiyu, but at least he could suppress Chen Feiyu and then become famous in Changlin Province.

However, now he is at a disadvantage everywhere, while Chen Feiyu is just bare-handed.

"This son is so powerful at a young age. If he is given more than ten or twenty years, wouldn't he be invincible in the world? At that time, I'm afraid that even the Su family in Zhongyue Province will have to surrender to him. No, I have to find a way to kill him here!"

Mao Qingquan gritted his teeth and decided not to keep it anymore. He whispered in the air: "One move will determine your life and death!"

The sound was loud and it was heard from afar in the night sky.

"As you wish!"

Chen Feiyu's expression remained unchanged, and he was free and freehand.

The next moment, Mao Qingquan shouted loudly, holding the magic sword in his hand, slashed towards Chen Feiyu from top to bottom, and a cold wave erupted from the sword body, pressing down on Chen Feiyu!

Like a meteor falling from the sky!

Suddenly, the big hole on the roof of the bar expanded several times again, and the entire building began to stagger.

At the same time, a strong cold wave spread into the bar and instantly broke out around. Fortunately, Ye Yilin and Xie Xingchen were protected by the red lotus. They were affected by the cold wave and they just had a cold war. Otherwise, they would have been afraid that the cold wave would have fallen into the bones and their internal organs would be frozen.

Before the sword arrived, the strength had arrived.

Under the pressure of the strong and fierce cold wave, another layer of ice crystals formed on the ground under Chen Feiyu's feet, and it immediately broke one after another. Countless ice crystals flew up from the ground, reflecting colorful light.

Among the countless tiny ice crystals around, Chen Feiyu was not afraid, his eyes were not wavering, his legs were slightly separated, his feet were stepped on the yin and yang, his hands were raised up suddenly, and he explored into the boundless cold wave!

"court death!"

Mao Qingquan was immediately overjoyed. Although he was a man, he had practiced feminine skills since childhood. Coupled with the chance, he got the Qingshuang Sword in his hand. Every time he swung the sword, a strong cold air would automatically emit from the sword body, adding three success powers in vain, which could be called a tiger's wings. This also made him confident that he would become the strongest in the middle class of the Grandmaster.

At the moment, the sword he slashed at Chen Feiyu not only exerted all his strength, but also exerted all the cold air in the Qingshuang Sword.

He was confident that under this sword, no matter how powerful Chen Feiyu was, he would be either dead or injured!

Thinking of this, Mao Qingquan's murderous intent won a great victory in his eyes, and once again activated the true energy in his body without reservation, trying to kill Chen Feiyu with one sword!

The next moment, Mao Qingquan felt that the sword's strength suddenly disappeared, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Chen Feiyu stood proudly and held his hands up. In the palm of his hand, a white ball the size of a basketball appeared, with gas inside, exuding a violent and cold aura.

It was the cold wave and power of Mao Qingquan's sword body that were all contained in Chen Feiyu's Wujiquan's hands.

"This...how is this possible?"
Chapter completed!