Lu Enyang and Ma Hongxin suddenly exclaimed, this duel has turned into a life and death battle!

Lu Enyang, in particular, was even more nervous and said: "Chen Feiyu, are you crazy? His strength is so terrifying, what if you get injured in his hands?"

Chen Feiyu raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming to find it a bit funny, and said: "His strength is also called 'terrible'? A mere half-step master, in my eyes, an ant-like existence, how can he be called 'terrible' in front of me? It seems,

You haven't seen what true terror is."

Lu Enyang was stunned and frightened by Chen Feiyu's confidence.

Uncle Dao frowned secretly: "Since Chen Feiyu knows about the 'half-step master', it proves that he is not ignorant about the division of strength in the martial arts world. Could it be that he is also a member of the martial arts world? But why should I start from him?

What if he can't feel the aura of a warrior? Unless his strength is greater than mine."

Thinking of this, Dao Bo was shocked by himself. He himself was a strong man in the early stage of the Grandmaster. He was even just one step away from reaching the middle stage of the Grandmaster. If Chen Feiyu's strength was still higher than him, then what?

Doesn’t it mean that Chen Feiyu is at least in the middle stage of Grandmaster?

"This... this is impossible. The Grandmaster is high above, standing in the clouds, like a divine dragon. How can it be a state that can be easily achieved? The young master is so amazing and talented. After more than 20 years of practice, he has only reached the half-step Grandmaster level.

Chen Feiyu is still less than 20 years old, so how can he become a super strong person in the middle stage of Grandmaster? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible."

Uncle Dao breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at Chen Feiyu standing proudly and confidently, his heart was always filled with an ominous premonition.

Zuo Baixuan, however, regarded Chen Feiyu as a man who was destined to die. He shouted loudly and said: "Uncle Dao, Dao!"

The swordsman nodded, took out a simple sword with a simple scabbard from the yellow silk package, and threw it towards Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan took the knife in his hand, and his whole temperament suddenly changed. If his temperament just now was domineering, now it is completely like a sharp unsheathed sword, with a fierce and fierce momentum all over his body, as if

The next moment, you will drink all the enemy's blood!

The sword intent filled the air and enveloped the entire courtyard!

All the original sounds of birds and insects disappeared, and the atmosphere became solemn and extremely extreme!

Lu Enyang and Ma Hongxin's faces were pale and they were so frightened that they did not dare to breathe.

Zuo Baixuan didn't even take out the sword, but it was already so terrifying. When he actually pulled out the sword, how could Chen Feiyu still be alive?

Lu Enyang's heart was filled with worry.

Chen Feiyu faced Zuo Baixuan directly, and at the very center of Zuo Baixuan's sword intention, he still stood with his hands behind his back, his expression as usual.

Zuo Baixuan raised the sword to his chest and said proudly: "The sword in my hand is not an ordinary sword, but a pure Yang sword inherited from my family. It has been passed down from generation to generation since my Zuo family ancestors started their business in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

, now in my hands, it has a history of more than 300 years and has drank the blood of countless people. The sword is filled with an evil spirit. It can be said to be invincible and extremely sharp!"

Chen Feiyu said: "The sword is indeed a good sword, but it's a pity that the sword in your hand will only be covered in dust."

"When you are about to die, you still show off your rhetoric." Zuo Baixuan snorted and said, "Where are your weapons?"

"To deal with you, bare hands are enough." Chen Feiyu said confidently.

He has confidence!

Because he is a master-level powerful man, standing high in the clouds, while everyone under the master is just an ant!

That's right, Zuo Baixuan is no different from an ant in Chen Feiyu's eyes!

Zuo Baixuan's eyes flashed with evil intent, and he said: "Since you want to die, then I will help you."

Having said that, the pure Yang sword in his hand slowly came out of its sheath. The blade was simple, and the strong evil spirit surged out in all directions!

A hint of appreciation flashed in Chen Feiyu's eyes. Such a majestic evil spirit showed that this Pure Yang Sword must have killed many, many people in the past three hundred years.

"One knife, drink blood and return to the sheath!"

Zuo Baixuan shouted loudly, the momentum around him exploded violently, his feet suddenly hit the ground, and suddenly, he jumped high into the air!

And where Zuo Baixuan originally stood, cracks like spider webs appeared on the hard floor!
Chapter completed!