With the sword in his hand, Dao Bo showed no reservations and showed off his extraordinary and holy master's cultivation. His original twilight state was swept away. His whole body was filled with the vitality of life, and his whole body had an astonishing momentum, like a sword.

The magic sword that drank up thousands of lives is sharp and breathtaking.

Under the agitation of this astonishing momentum, Zuo Baixuan, who was originally unconscious, suddenly woke up, and then he was overjoyed when he saw this scene. Since the swordsman took action, Chen Feiyu would definitely die!

Holding back the pain of his broken arm, Zuo Baixuan laughed loudly and said sternly: Chen Feiyu, you are actually a master-level strongman. I admit that I was mistaken, but you must use blood to break my arm.

Come and repay!

Did you know that Uncle Dao has always shown himself in an old form? On the one hand, he is slowing down the consumption of his own physiological functions and extending his lifespan. On the other hand, he is constantly storing his cultivation. After so many years of accumulation, Dao Bo

How terrifying is the true energy stored in Bo's body?

Once the full power is unleashed, Dao Bo's cultivation level will skyrocket from the early stage of Grand Master to the middle stage of Grand Master. Even if you are also a strong Grand Master, you will have no chance in front of Dao Bo!

As if to confirm Zuo Baixuan's words, Uncle Dao sneered, and the pure Yang knife in his hand trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound, adding to his murderous intent.

Lu Enyang and Ma Hongxin looked pale. Although they didn't have a specific idea of ​​how strong the mid-stage masters were, they could figure it out with their toes. Zuo Baixuan was only half a master, and he had already shown

Earth-shattering strength, and Dao Bo is not only a Grandmaster, but also a mid-stage Grandmaster, two levels higher than Zuo Baixuan, so wouldn't his strength be able to destroy the world?

Zhou Yuexin also frowned secretly. Let's not talk about whether Chen Feiyu's cultivation level has reached the middle stage of Grand Master. Even if Chen Feiyu's cultivation level is not inferior to that of Sword Uncle, it is definitely not an easy task to defeat the experienced Sword Uncle.

Even though Mr. Chen is also a strong master, facing the menacing Swordsman is still a tough battle. I hope Mr. Chen will not be injured. Zhou Yuexin is full of worry.

Only Chi Lian and Lu Baoyu's expressions remained unchanged. Even seeing Zuo Baixuan's arrogant and complacent look, they felt a little want to laugh in their hearts.

The master's strength is already infinitely close to that of a late-stage grandmaster. A mid-stage master might be able to dominate an area elsewhere, but in front of the master, he is barely stronger than an ant like Zuo Baixuan.

Still no match for his master. Chi Lian shook his head and chuckled with a look of contempt.

Lu Baoyu chuckled, thinking that on that day at the top of Yangjiang Mountain, Chen Feiyu, with one man and one sword, fought against the Wuyun Sect's genius Tantai Yuchen, defeated the Wuyun Sword Formation, killed the mid-level master Han Zhiyuan, and defeated the legendary strongman Liu Qingfeng.

After three moves without defeat, he was finally invited by the famous Lieutenant General Wang Hu of the Eastern Navy District to board a helicopter and leave in style. His arrogant attitude was so shocking!

Dao Bo is only a mid-term master, so how can he be the opponent of Mr. Chen, the majestic underworld overlord of Changlin Province?

The corners of Lu Baoyu's mouth were slightly raised, and his delicate fingers gently played with the strings of the piano. The high-spirited and intense piano sounds poured out under his fingers, adding to his murderous aura.

Chen Feiyu still stood with his hands behind his back, and his plain expression did not reveal much of his heart. He said calmly: Oh? A strong person in the middle stage of the Grand Master?

Zuo Baixuan was still laughing, laughing crazily and proudly, staring at Chen Feiyu, with deep hatred flashing in his eyes, and loudly said: Yes, you know, even I have only seen the swordsman use his full strength once.

The result at that time was that a powerful early-stage master had his throat cut off by Dao Bo, and three "half-step masters" were all separated from each other. The remaining nearly thirty martial arts masters in the "Tongyou" realm were all beheaded.

Killed them all, the heads were rolling, and the blood flowed like rivers. It caused a sensation in the martial arts world of Zhongyue Province and discouraged many young people who coveted my Zuo family. And Uncle Dao was praised by my father as the guardian of the Zuo family in Zhongyue Province.

god!

Chen Feiyu, how could you be so virtuous and capable? If you can die under the knife of the sword with all your strength, it is considered a worthy death!

Chen Feiyu smiled, shook his head while laughing and said: With the strength of the middle master realm, killing an early master, three 'half-step masters' and more than thirty ants in the 'Tongyou Realm', in my eyes, this is just

Things that are taken for granted are actually used as bragging rights by you, and you talk nonsense in front of me. I don’t know whether it’s ridiculous or sad.

Or is it because the martial arts community in Zhongyue Province has fallen into such a pitiful and pitiable state? Even crushing enemies below your own level is worthy of bragging?

What did you say? Zuo Baixuan was stunned for a moment, and then became furious: You are still using your words when you are about to die. Not only will your behavior not be able to save you, it will even make your consequences even more tragic!

Uncle Dao also frowned. The battle Zuo Baixuan mentioned was the most proud battle in his life. It was also the battle that made him famous in the martial arts world of Zhongyue Province. Unexpectedly, he was devalued by Chen Feiyu and was worthless. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Lian Lian has made up his mind to use the Chunyang knife in his hand to cut ninety-nine eighty-one wounds on Chen Feiyu's body and execute Chen Feiyu Lingchi!

Chen Feiyu still put his hands behind his back, and said calmly, "They are just strong men in the middle stage of Grand Master. Although they can be considered as heroes, they are not invincible in the world. At least, in front of me, Chen Feiyu, even a strong person in the middle stage of Grand Master is better than me."

The ants are stronger, but they are still as small as dust and have no qualifications to brag.

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 has the qualifications to become a transcendent saint. He is no longer different from the ordinary people who do nothing. Even if you, Chen Feiyu, also enter the realm of a master,

But how can you dare to say that a master in the middle stage 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, 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 force the swordsman back, he only used 70% of his strength. However, he didn't 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? What 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.

Dao Bo understood the idea and looked at Chen Feiyu, with murderous intent in his eyes: Okay, if I lose, the life of the young master and the Chunyang Sword of the Zuo family will all be yours. Unfortunately, you are like an ant in my eyes, how can you possibly have any chance?

Come and get it?

I don't need to worry about whether I have the ability or not. 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, confident in his chest.

Today, I will let you experience the true terrifying power of the Zhongyue Province Zuo Family's Chunyang Thirty-Six Style Sword Techniques!

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 up the two of them. Lu Baoyu pointed out that the style of the music changed, and the tune became more high-spirited, 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. Why don't you show your sword quickly?

?

I said, in my eyes, you are as small as dust, so why should I take out a weapon to fight you? Chen Feiyu smiled calmly, suddenly held the sword finger in his hand and said: To deal with you, two fingers are enough.

Shu Zi is arrogant! Uncle Dao was furious. This was the first time since he was famous in the martial arts world of Zhongyue Province and hailed as the patron saint by the head of the Zuo family that he was so despised. He shouted loudly: "Since you are looking for death, then what about me?"

One knife will complete your life!

After saying that, Dao Bo raised his Chunyang knife high, and then suddenly struck Chen Feiyu in the air.

The sword intent in the sky turned into a three-meter-long sword and surged towards Chen Feiyu!
Chapter completed!