Except for the top figures, anyone who hears these threats from him will change their color and think carefully about the consequences.
But Chen Feng seemed not to hear it at all, and instead walked forward slowly.
The sword madman's shoulders shook, and Chen Feng knew that this was a sign that he was about to turn around and draw his sword.
This movement was very fast, but it was observed by Chen Feng. Chen Feng made the sword madman freeze there with just one sentence: "You have stayed in the middle stage of Nine Star Martial King for seventeen years."
"No one likes to be a madman, and no one likes to be regarded as a madman by others, especially the least favorite thing is to be a beggar-like madman in the eyes of everyone."
"You're not doing all this just to break through! I have a way to make you break through now!"
Madman Jian suddenly turned around and stared at Chen Feng with extremely cold eyes: "Are you kidding me?"
Obviously, he didn't believe what Chen Feng said at all, and what followed was his belated sword strike.
When Chen Feng saw him thrust out this sword, he immediately laughed.
Chen Feng didn't expect him to convince the other party with just one word. Chen Feng just said those words just to break the fighting spirit of Madman Jian.
Now Madman Sword has no desire to fight to the death because he is doubtful.
And since he no longer had the will to fight to the death, Chen Feng would be sure to deal with his sword. If the sword madman was willing to trade his life for his life like he did just now, Chen Feng would not be sure to block his sword.
Facing this sword, Chen Feng felt as if it filled the world, as if there was nothing else in his eyes except this sword!
At the same time, a fierce and violent energy rushed towards Chen Feng. In an instant, it shocked Chen Feng and made him unable to move.
This ruthless spirit is the essence of Sword Madman's sword, which is enough to make the opponent lose control of his body in an instant.
However, Chen Feng smiled.
Because, this ruthless aura lacked a fighting spirit. If there was that fighting spirit, Chen Feng should have been shocked for a longer time, but now he was only shocked for a moment, and then
It immediately returned to normal.
So, he flashed his figure and struck out with a palm, directly shattering the long sword.
Then, taking a step forward, King Kong pushed the mountain and directly hit the sword madman. He groaned and took a few steps back.
Chen Feng also felt as if his palms were being slapped on a piece of fine steel.
No, it should be said that it was like being photographed on a giant sword. Not only was it painful, but my palms felt like they were cut.
He looked down and saw that his palms were bleeding.
He felt a shiver in his heart: "No wonder this sword madman has been famous for a long time. Not only is he a real nine-star Martial King, but besides swordsmanship, he is also very good at physical training!"
"Look at this, your body is almost turned into a sword!"
Madman Jian didn't take any action, he just looked at Chen Feng with a look of awe on his face.
Chen Feng looked at him, smiled slightly and said: "My strength is not weaker than yours, and people of my level have no intention of joking with you, so you can trust my words."
"Qi Qi, I can show you that thing first."
Then, a jade box appeared in his hand.
After opening the jade box, a pill appeared in front of Madman Sword.
As soon as the elixir appeared, an extremely strong power and smell filled the place, and even the extremely strong medicinal power rushed out directly from the pill, sweeping into a storm here.
Just this smell, just these escaping breaths, is so terrifying!
It can be seen how powerful this elixir is!
After smelling this smell, the sword madman seemed to be possessed. He took a deep breath, exclaimed, and hurriedly shouted: "Really? It's actually true? You really didn't lie to me?"
"
"I feel it, this smell can really make me break through!"
Chen Feng smiled and said, "Yes, of course."
The sword madman didn't hesitate and said immediately: "What do you need me to do?"
Chen Feng smiled: "You are really quick to talk. What I need you to do is very simple. On the seventh day of November, kill the Alchemist Association of Tianyuan Imperial City and challenge the strongest person in the Alchemist Association!"
"And we must make the noise loud enough for everyone to watch!"
Madman Jian's eyes narrowed and he stared at Chen Feng and said, "Are you trying to steal the treasures from their association?"
Chen Feng did not expect that his thinking would be so quick, but he was also very frank and said: "Yes, it's just as you guessed."
"Okay, very good!" Sword Maniac suddenly chuckled: "If you dare to snatch food from a powerful force like the Alchemist Association, which is comparable to the royal family, you say I am a madman, but in fact you are also a madman!"
"I like your temper very much!"
"I've done this!"
"November is the seventh day of the lunar month, right? I'll remember it. If I can survive then, don't forget your promise today."
Chen Feng said: "Don't worry, I will keep this elixir for you."
The sword madman nodded, turned around and left.
Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, the seventh day of November, the seventh day of November!
The seventh day of November is the day after tomorrow, and on that day, there are still three days before the end of Han Yuer's life!
Every time Uncle Dao gets a helper, the odds of winning will increase. Sometimes, between success and failure, there may be just such a lack of help.
It is very possible that even if there is a shortage of such a master, or even just such a manpower, it does not need to be a master!
Chen Feng doesn't know whether he can fail or succeed, but he will do everything he can.
At this moment, Chen Feng suddenly had infinite enlightenment in his heart.
That sword strike by the sword madman just now made Chen Feng achieve another breakthrough in martial arts in an instant!
At this time, something seemed to bloom quietly in his heart, take root, sprout, and grow.
Uncle Dao asked: "Young Master, what's wrong with you?"
Chen Feng smiled slightly and took a deep breath: "Uncle Dao, I think you should congratulate me."
Saying that, Chen Feng stood up and struck out with his powerful Vajra Palm from beginning to end with great skill.
He has long been familiar with the powerful Vajra Palm, and without even thinking about it, he can hit it with incomparable accuracy without any sluggishness just by relying on his body's memory.
Chen Feng struck out one chapter after another in this small courtyard, and the wind howled.
The King Kong pushes the mountain, the King Kong breaks the monument, the King Kong plays the pipa...etc., in Chen Feng's hands, he played them out extremely skillfully, changing again and again.
Every time, Chen Feng probably only needs one percent of the world in an instant.
