An Xiaohan broke away from Sheng Yong's army and headed east alone. After walking less than twenty miles, he saw a middle-aged man wearing plain robes standing under an old locust tree by the roadside.

This man wore a shawl, his fingers were clean and slender, and his eyes were like a calm lake without waves, as deep as the endless night sky.

An Xiaohan felt the strong aura emanating from this man before he even got close. He stood still, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he stared at the man and said "Feng Zhenyue."

Feng Zhenyue said calmly, "When you killed Lan Ruohai on the Luzhou Road, you should have thought of this day."

An Xiaohan narrowed his eyes and sneered, "So, Brother Feng is planning to take advantage of others' danger."

"Since you have defeated Lan Ruohai, why do you bother to embarrass his children?" Feng Zhenyue stared at An Xiaohan with lightning eyes and said, "How can you leave any room for others when you do what An Xiaohan does? If I don't get rid of you today,

, I don’t know how many people will be harmed by you in the future.”

"The way of martial arts competition is not that the stronger wins, but that the winner is stronger." An Xiaohan looked up to the sky and smiled, "You, Feng Zhenyue, have been injured and retreated twice in succession recently. Are you sure of winning?"

Feng Zhenyue said calmly, "Brother An might say that Feng won't win with force. If Feng can't kill Brother An within five moves, how about just letting Brother An leave?"

An Xiaohan muttered, "Brother Feng wants me to have a desire to survive because of the restriction on my moves. I only think about how to block five moves and don't dare to compete with Brother Feng for victory. I'm looking down on An."

"Whatever Brother An thinks," Feng Zhenyue said with a dumb smile, "If Brother An wants to run, just run."

An Xiaohan looked Feng Zhenyue up and down, and said with a smile, "Brother Feng has never thought about the possibility of failure? Instead of talking nonsense, it is better to fight quickly and resolve it quickly."

His sword-drawing hand was slow and steady, and every minute and every inch of movement was kept at the same speed. Its speed was balanced and unchanged, but it was full of the flavor of constant change and ever-changing changes.

Not only did this movement leave no gaps to be found, but it also made people feel that the sword that followed him would be shocking, with no beginning and no end.

At this point, the way of swordsmanship has reached an unpredictable level.

When the action of drawing the sword reached less than a centimeter or half a minute, An Xiaohan accelerated rapidly and suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword with an astonishing technique that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

At the same moment when An Xiaohan accelerated, Feng Zhenyue's hands staggered forward, back, left, and right, as if he had predicted the changes in An Xiaohan's movements.

"Keng"

The Cold Rain Sword is unsheathed.

The ancient path under the old locust tree was filled with a murderous atmosphere because of the sword being unsheathed, just like the decisive battle between An Xiaohan and Lan Ruohai that day.

The Cold Rain Sword slashed into the void, the sword's light flashing, all the life and death energy between heaven and earth concentrated on the sword's edge, and even the setting sun that was rolling into the Western Mountain became eclipsed.

All he could see was the dazzling sword light of Hanyu Sword, and there was no "person" like An Xiaohan. This feeling was so strange and weird that it was hard to explain or describe.

An Xiaohan's Hanyu Sword did not bring any sound of breaking the wind, but the sword energy enveloped the sky and the earth. He knew that in a decisive battle with a master of Feng Zhenyue's level, except for a head-on fight, any tricks would be redundant and ridiculous.

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Therefore, An Xiaohan's real skill is to press the bottom of the box when he makes a move.

At the same time that the Hanyu Sword attacked, Feng Zhenyue also rushed forward, sometimes left and sometimes right, sometimes slowly and sometimes quickly, but the mysterious and unpredictable changes in its speed could give people a splitting headache.

Feng Zhenyue suddenly jumped into the air, folded his palms together, and pressed down on An Xiaohan's Hanyu Sword clumsily.

"Peng"

Feng Zhenyue's sleeves were bulging, and he blocked An Xiaohan's sword, which was the culmination of a lifetime of skill and took away the creation of heaven and earth.

He used the force to fly up, moving across half a foot of space in the blink of an eye, and suddenly stood back to back five steps behind An Xiaohan.

An Xiaohan didn't look back. The Hanyu Sword looked for his opponent as if it had come alive, and drew a large arc that was in line with the laws of heaven and earth, and stabbed Feng Zhenyue's vest.

His body is completely driven by the Hanyu Sword. He moves with the sword, naturally and smoothly, like a bird flying and a fish swimming, flawlessly, as if he has blended in with the heaven and earth, without any deliberate intention.

Feng Zhenyue also didn't look back. He pressed his right hand on his chest, brushed his left hand back, stretched out his hand from the sleeve of his robe, changed his palm to grasp, then grasped to his fingers, and finally pressed his thumb on the edge of the Hanyu Sword that was attacking like a meteor.

At the tip, the subtle changes made even An Xiaohan, his opponent, couldn't help but cheer inwardly.

The finger swords clashed, and the strength of the clash made a "wave" sound. At the same time, An Xiaohan's sword force changed and wrapped tightly around his body. There was a golden light flowing under the setting sun, making it impossible to grasp the position of his Han Yu sword at the next moment.

Feng Zhenyue jumped up, landed on his head and feet above An Xiaohan, fell like a nail, and crashed into An Xiaohan's sword light, which was very similar to the trick "Tianguangzhao" used by Lan Ruohai in the decisive battle with An Xiaohan.

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An Xiaohan's sword light dispersed, and his left hand quickly struck the Tianling Point on Feng Zhenyue's head. Feng Zhenyue's hands returned to the center from both sides like lightning, and his middle fingers hit An Xiaohan's palm at the same time.

"puff"

An Xiaohan spun like a windmill, removing Feng Zhenyue's all-conquering pointing energy. Feng Zhenyue rolled back to his original position, placed his hands horizontally, gathered his fingertips, shaped like a bird pecking, and calmly faced An Xiaohan and pointed at him.

The Cold Rain Sword, and now the two of them have made three moves each, resuming a confrontation.

These three moves started with An Xiaohan rushing to attack, An Xiaohan was the main attacker, and Feng Zhenyue was the main defender. It seemed that An Xiaohan was the one who wanted to kill Feng Zhenyue.

"Have fun, have fun," Feng Zhenyue laughed and said, "There are still two moves, Brother An, be careful."

He suddenly picked up his clothes and walked, his hands turned into thousands of palm shadows, and pressed towards An Xiaohan with a mixture of reality and reality.

An Xiaohan stared deeply at the Hanyu Sword in his hand, his whole body motionless, as if he was disappearing into the dusk.

Feng Zhenyue passed a distance of more than two feet in an instant. An Xiaohan did not move sideways until the moment his palms were in front of him. He swung his sword and swept across. Feng Zhenyue's palms were awakened as if they had souls of their own.

The enemy pecked at the sword like a bird.

An Xiaohan turned every part of the Hanyu Sword into a tool to defeat the enemy. He used the hilt, the sword body, and even the scabbard, in any way that people had never thought of, to deal with Feng Zhenyue's surging tide.

The breath is as dense as a sudden rain, entering without any gaps, attacking at close range like mercury pouring down the ground.

Both sides made strange moves one after another, fast against fast, without even a trace of lag. Both the offensive and defensive sides attacked and defended at will, and it was so intense and intense that it is difficult to describe it with words.

An Xiaohan suddenly let out a scream, and used his left hand to palm Feng Zhenyue. Then, while Feng Zhenyue was forced to retreat slightly by his own palm, the Hanyu Sword turned into a lightning-like rainbow and passed through it.

The void directly strikes Feng Zhenyue.

At the same time, a suffocating energy accompanied An Xiaohan's earth-shattering sword and pressed towards Feng Zhenyue like a wall. It can be said that clumsiness turned into skill.

Feng Zhenyue's palms clamped An Xiaohan's sword edge almost miraculously. It was not the real power of his palms, but the energy cocoons that gathered together in the palms of his palms, which exactly offset An Xiaohan's sword energy.

An Xiaohan raised his hand, trying to take the Hanyu Sword out of Feng Zhenyue's palm. Unexpectedly, Feng Zhenyue was like a light and weightless feather and was carried flying by him.

Feng Zhenyue flew to the top of An Xiaohan's head and kicked An Xiaohan's Tianling Cap without any pretense.

This is Feng Zhenyue's fifth and final move.

It's neither fast nor clever. This is the seemingly most ordinary and sparse move.

But An Xiaohan had a terrible feeling of being unable to escape. He stood with his legs spread apart, and at the same time held the sword in both hands and blocked the direction where Feng Zhenyue kicked with all his strength.

"Peng"

With a muffled sound, Feng Zhenyue flew back, holding his hands behind his back and standing proudly with a smile, a trace of drunken redness appeared on his face, and he immediately returned to his original state.

An Xiaohan looked pale and stared at Feng Zhenyue in disbelief, speechless for a long time.

He knew that he was defeated. After successively defeating superb masters such as Fang Rutian, Lan Ruohai, Xu Qiuyu and Murong Ying, he finally lost.
Chapter completed!