"You are not ashamed of your words." Zuo Baixuan thought that Chen Feiyu was bragging, so he couldn't help laughing contemptuously, and said: "Once a warrior enters the realm of a master, he will have the qualifications to become a transcendent saint. He will no longer be different from the ordinary people who do nothing. Even if you, Chen Feiyu, also enter the realm,

He is in the realm of a grandmaster, but he is so virtuous and capable. Dare he say that a strong person in the middle stage of a grandmaster is as small as dust?

Believe it or not, once this sentence is spread, you, Chen Feiyu, will become the laughing stock of the entire Chinese martial arts world and be spurned by everyone!"

The swordsman slowly raised the pure Yang sword in his hand and pointed it at Chen Feiyu, with murderous intent in his eyes, and said: "You have entered the realm of a master at a young age. I admit that your qualifications are extraordinary, even the only one I have seen in my life.

However, judging from your sword energy just now, your strength is only slightly better than that of the early stage grandmaster, and is far from reaching the middle stage of the grandmaster. If you say that I am as small as dust, don't you know that in my eyes, you are also as weak as an ant?

In an instant, with the pure Yang knife in my hand, I can take your head off your neck!"

When Zhou Yuexin, Lu Enyang and Ma Hongxin heard this, their faces turned pale, and their hearts became even more worried.

Zuo Baixuan smiled proudly, as if he had seen Chen Feiyu being killed by the swordsman.

Chen Feiyu's expression remained unchanged. When he used his sword energy to push back the swordsman, he only used 70% of his strength. However, he did not expect that the swordsman would regard him as all his strength. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said: "Since you are so confident, why not

, let’s make a bet?”

"Oh?" Uncle Dao smiled contemptuously and said, "Since you want to bet, then I will grant your request and bet on your head. Do you dare?"

Bet your life!

Zhou Yuexin, Lu Enyang and others exclaimed, feeling even more worried, hoping that Chen Feiyu would not agree to such a dangerous bet.

"Just what I want." Chen Feiyu said: "If you win the duel, then what if I offer my head with both hands? If you lose..."

Halfway through, Chen Feiyu suddenly glanced at Zuo Baixuan and continued: "If you lose, the Chunyang Sword will stay and Zuo Baixuan will die!"

Zuo Baixuan exclaimed and almost cursed, Damn, why are you betting on my life and death when you two are dueling?

Then, Zuo Baixuan thought about it, Chen Feiyu was no match for Uncle Dao anyway, so what if he risked his own life? Could it be that Chen Feiyu really had the ability to defeat Uncle Dao?

Thinking of this, Zuo Baixuan nodded to Uncle Dao.

Uncle Dao understood the idea and looked at Chen Feiyu with murderous intent in his eyes: "Okay, if I lose, the young master's life and the Chunyang Sword of the Zuo family will all be yours. It's a pity that you are like an ant in my eyes, how can you do that?

Do you have the ability to come and get it?"

"Whether I have the ability or not, you don't need to worry about it. Now that the bet has been set, let's get started. I will let you, and Zuo Baixuan, witness the true despair." Chen Feiyu stood with his hands behind his back, knowing everything in his mind.

"Today, I will let you experience the truly terrifying power of the Zhongyue Province Zuo Family's Chunyang Thirty-Six Styles of Sword Art!"

Grandmaster Dao Bo's momentum in the middle period continued to surge, encompassing the entire Miaotian Waterside Pavilion. Not only Zhou Yuexin, Lu Enyang and Ma Hongxin, but also the many upper-class guests eating and drinking tea in the hall outside, all felt a powerful force inexplicably.

Under the pressure, their faces changed drastically, their hearts beat faster, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. For a moment, they thought the end of the world was coming.

Zuo Baixuan's eyes shone brightly, knowing that if Uncle Dao attacked with all his strength, Chen Feiyu would definitely die!

Lu Baoyu's eyes were also shining. This was a duel between two master-level experts. It was definitely a rare encounter in her life. This experience of watching the battle would definitely be of great benefit to her in the future when she enters the realm of a master.

"Let Bao Yu come to cheer you two up." Lu Baoyu pointed out and the style of the music changed, becoming more high-pitched, like an iron horse fighting fiercely.

When the wind and thunder rise above your finger, it seems like thousands of horses are born!

It's "House of Flying Daggers"!

In the high-spirited melody, Dao Bo's momentum had reached its highest point, and he said sternly: "Chen Feiyu, my sword intention has reached its peak. With this blow, you will either die or be injured, so why don't you show your weapons quickly?"

edge?"

"I said, in my eyes, you are as small as dust, so why should I take out a weapon to duel with you?" Chen Feiyu smiled lightly, suddenly pinched his sword finger and said: "To deal with you, two fingers are enough.
Chapter completed!