Duan Qingfeng landed on the ground, and the grass and dirt around him were shattered by the sword energy and flew everywhere.
Yun Chu noticed that there was a trace of very light blood on the Green Bee Knife in his hand.
She instinctively turned her face to look at Shen Fengchu, and saw a very thin line of blood on his cheek.
"What a fast knife!"
His moonlight was still as calm as before, and there was even a trace of smile lines on his lips.
Duan Qingfeng's eyes fell on the slightly raised lips of the man in front of him who was wearing a half-mask but still showed his endless splendor. There was unconcealable surprise in his eyes full of murderous intent.
After mastering the "Dance of Swarms" move, he actually used it only twice.
The first time was to defeat the junior brother who wanted to kill him and replace him as the leader of Qingcheng. After that sword blow, the junior brother's body had turned into flesh and blood, and he died without even leaving a last word.
The second time was at the martial arts conference twelve years ago. At that time, he had already taken the position of the leader of Qingcheng and fought against Xiao Ran, a master with a silver gun outside the customs. After that blow, Xiao Ran let go of his spear and gave up, while he fought He became famous outside the country and at the same time secured the Qingcheng faction's position as one of the eight martial arts sects.
This is the third time.
Twelve years later, his internal strength has become much stronger than it was then, and his sword skills are naturally more perfect.
Although this move only used 80% of the strength, it was no worse than the two swords used before.
However, after this killing move, this man only had a faint bloodstain on his face!
Seeing Shen Fengchu's slightly raised lips, Duan Qingfeng instinctively felt a sense of fear in his heart.
His strength is actually so strong.
"Who are you, and why are you targeting our Qingcheng faction like this?"
The other party injured his son as soon as he came and provoked him there. Duan Qingfeng had already sensed his targeting.
"Don't ask me." Shen Fengchu smiled and said the pseudonym he had just decided on, "I heard that you guys prefer to call me 'The Guest in Red'!"
Not only Duan Qingfeng, but also all the people around him were shocked when they heard the three words "Guest in Red".
In the beginning, the guest in red would occasionally lose.
In the past two years, he has appeared four times in total.
For the first time, he challenged the leader of the Snow Mountain and made a gap in the Snow Mountain's ice and snow sword that had been passed down for hundreds of years.
The second time, he challenged the disciple of Nanhai Sword Immortal. After that, the disciple cut off his right hand and said he would never hold a sword.
The third time, he went to Wudang and defeated Wudang's Big Dipper Formation with only sixteen moves.
The fourth time, he chose Shaolin, and it only took him a quarter of the time it took a stick of incense to reach the 18th Bronze Man.
These stories, piece by piece, have long become the most exciting stories in the hands of storytellers. The name Hong Yi Ke is also the most curious existence for almost every Jianghu person.
"I thought that there was no enmity between our Qingcheng faction and you, right?!" Duan Qingfeng asked.
Shen Feng first took a look at Duan Qingfeng's only son Duan Shijie's mud-like arms, which had been lifted up by his mother, and said, "Now, it's gone!"
Once upon a time, there was.
However, it has been settled now.
So he said, no more now.
Duan Qingfeng glanced at his son and couldn't figure out when his son had offended this mysterious guest in red.
At this time, Shen Fengchu had already transformed into his lower body. He reached out and pinched a reed that was more than three feet high by his side. He gently broke the reed and held it between his fingers.