In fact, Zhang De had no choice but to refuse the challenge. According to the rules of the Qianyuan Sect, when a junior disciple challenges a senior disciple, the senior disciple has no choice but to fight.
Zhang De sneered and said: "Okay, then I will fight."
Chen Feng immediately turned around, leaving only one sentence: "See you on the stage of life and death!"
"Do you dare to go now?"
Zhang De sneered and said: "Okay, what's wrong with you? I will kill you directly on the platform of life and death later!"
A quarter of an hour later, on the stage of life and death, Chen Feng and Zhang De stood facing each other.
There are already hundreds of disciples surrounding the platform of life and death, and many more disciples, after getting the news, are constantly coming here.
Most of the disciples who were watching around the stage of life and death were not optimistic about Chen Feng. Their faces were full of banter, waiting for Chen Feng to be punched by Zhang De.
No one supported Chen Feng or was optimistic about Chen Feng. Only Shen Yanbing and Han Yuer stood in the audience and cheered for Chen Feng.
Zhang De glanced at Han Yu'er, with a strong look of greed in his eyes, and sneered: "Chen Feng, after you die, this girl will belong to me."
"Do you know? I will seriously injure you later, but I will not kill you. Then, I will destroy this woman in front of you, making you hate her so much! But there is nothing you can do about it!"
There was a strong viciousness in his words, which made people feel a little creepy when they heard it.
But Chen Feng's expression did not change at all, but there was a strong murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
He said calmly: "Are you done talking nonsense? If so, let's start the fight!"
Zhang De sneered disdainfully: "Since you are so anxious to die, then I will help you."
On the stage of life and death, the competition officially begins.
Zhang De screamed loudly: "You little bastard, go to hell!"
As he spoke, the palm of his only remaining right hand turned into a bronze color, and in an instant he spanned a distance of several feet and struck Chen Feng with a fierce palm.
This palm was extremely powerful and contained tremendous power. If Chen Feng was hit, in his eyes, he would definitely be torn apart and bombarded into pieces.
"I bet that Chen Feng can't even catch this palm from Senior Brother Zhang."
"That's right, he will definitely die under this palm."
"Senior Brother Zhang's palm is so powerful, Chen Feng will be beaten to death directly."
Zhang Dechun wanted to establish a strong image of himself and leave an indelible image of strength in the hearts of Han Yu'er and others, so he tried his best from the beginning, but he didn't know that everything he did was just ridiculous.
Just a foil.
Facing this bronze palm, Chen Feng stood still and did not dodge. Some people below sneered: "Is this kid scared to death? How come he doesn't even know how to hide?"
"I guess so. I have never seen such a powerful martial arts before, and I was scared to death."
Zhang De also had a smile at the corner of his eyes, thinking that he would be able to catch it this time.
However, when his palm was about to hit Chen Feng, he was shocked to find that Chen Feng had disappeared.
Everyone in the audience could clearly see that just when the Bronze Palm was about to hit Chen Feng, Chen Feng made a mistake and came directly behind Zhang De, spanning a distance of several meters.
And his figure moved very fast, like a ghost, and everyone could only see an afterimage.
Some people were quite shocked: "I thought this kid was a loser, but I didn't expect that his body skills are quite good. He can cover such a distance in just a few steps. This should be a very advanced footwork."
Everyone else's views on Chen Feng have also changed, thinking that his strength is not as weak as he showed just now.
But at this moment, Chen Feng came behind Zhang De, took out the purple moon sword from its sheath, and struck it down with a light stroke.
Seeing this knife, the crowd suddenly burst into laughter and laughed: "What kind of knife is this? It's so soft and has no strength at all?"
"Haha, I came into contact with a knife for the first time when I was three years old. Any knife I made with a wooden knife was stronger than this knife."
"You're right, no matter how high you praise him, he will be a waste in the end."
Zhang De turned around suddenly, and when he saw Chen Feng's limp sword, he couldn't help but sneer disdainfully: "Chen Feng, that's all you have!"
He said, without dodging or dodging, he struck out with a palm.
Chen Feng suddenly changed the sword in his hand from a downward cut to a flat strike. He lightly patted him with the blade, and then immediately pulled away.
He retreated a few meters away, with a slight smile on his lips, stretched out three fingers, and then whispered to Zhang De: "Three, two, one..."
Zhang De snorted disdainfully: "Little bastard, what tricks are you playing?"
As soon as he said the last word, as soon as he finished speaking, his left chest suddenly exploded, and the whole thing exploded into a huge bloody hole!
The heart inside has disappeared and turned into powder. This time it even exploded through him, and he could even see directly through the body from the front and see the back.
An expression of disbelief froze on Zhang De's face. He suddenly fell to the ground and could no longer breathe.
Chen Feng walked up to him and said with a faint smile: "Senior Brother Zhang, I don't have that many tricks when killing people. I just like to kill people directly, nothing else."
Everyone was shocked. No one thought that Zhang De was not in Chen Feng's reach. He was killed by Chen Feng with just one sword!
