"I'm so arrogant." Zuo Baixuan thought Chen Feiyu was bragging, so he couldn't help but laughed contempt and said, "Once a warrior enters the realm of a master, he will have the qualifications to become an extraordinary person, which is different from the mediocre people. Even if you, Chen Feiyu, also entered the realm of a master, how can you be virtuous? How dare you say that a middle-level master 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 despised by everyone!”

Dao Bo slowly raised the Pure Yang Sword in his hand and pointed it at Chen Feiyu, with murderous intent in his eyes and said, "You are young and have entered the realm of a master. I admit that you have extraordinary qualifications, and I even only met you in my life.

However, judging from your sword energy just now, your strength is only slightly better than that of the master in the early stage, and it is far from reaching the middle stage of the master. You said that I am as small as dust, don’t you know that in my eyes, you are as weak as an ant. In an instant, the Pure Yang Sword in my hand can take the head on your neck!"

When Zhou Yuexin, Lu Enyang and Ma Hongxin heard this, their faces turned like dirt, and their worries became even more serious.

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

Chen Feiyu's expression remained unchanged. When he used his sword energy to force the sword back, he only used 70% of his strength. However, he was regarded as his full strength by the sword. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said, "Since you are so confident, why don't we make a bet?"

"Oh?" Dao Bo smiled contemptuously and said, "Since you want to bet, then I will allow you to bet on your head, do you dare?"

Bet on life!

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

"It's just my wish." Chen Feiyu said: "If you win in the duel, then I will give my head with both hands? If you lose..."

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

Zuo Baixuan exclaimed and almost cursed, "Damn, you two are fighting, why should you bet on my life and death?"

Then, Zuo Baixuan thought, Chen Feiyu is no match for Dao Bo anyway, so what if he takes his life as a bet? Could it be that Chen Feiyu really has the ability to defeat Dao Bo?

Thinking of this, Zuo Boxuan nodded to Dao Bo.

Dao Bo understood the truth and looked at Chen Feiyu, with murderous intent in his eyes: "Okay, if I lose, the young master's life and the Pure Yang Knife of the Zuo family are all yours. Unfortunately, how could you, who is like an ant in my eyes, have the ability to get it?"

"I have the ability to do it, so you don't have to worry about it. Since the bet is settled, let me start. I will let you and Zuo Baixuan witness the true despair." Chen Feiyu stood with his hands behind his back, confidently in his heart.

"Today, let you see the real terrifying power of the Zuo Family in Zhongyue Province's 36-style sword technique!"

Master Dao Bo's momentum continued to surge in the middle, wrapping the entire Miaotian Shuixi. Not only Zhou Yuexin, Lu Enyang and Ma Hongxin, but also the many upper-class guests who were eating and drinking tea in the hall outside felt a strong pressure. Their faces changed drastically, their hearts beat faster, and their foreheads were sweating profusely. For a moment, they thought the end of the world had arrived.

A bright light came out of Zuo Baixuan's eyes. He knew that Dao Bo had his best efforts and Chen Feiyu would definitely die!

Lu Baoyu's eyes were also lit. This was a duel between two master-level powerful men, which was definitely rare in life. This kind of experience in watching the battle would definitely be of great benefit to her in the future.

"Let Baoyu come to cheer you up." Lu Baoyu pointed out that the music style changed, and the tune became even higher, like a golden sword and an iron horse, with fierce killing.

The wind and thunder are rising above, and it seems that there are thousands of horses growing!

It is "The Ambush on Ten"!

In the high tune, Dao Bo's aura had reached its highest point and he said sternly: "Chen Feiyu, my sword intention has reached its peak. If you continue this sword, you will either die or be injured. Why don't you show your weapon quickly?"
Chapter completed!