"It's unbelievable. This Chinese boy not only blocked his father's attack, but also threw him away with ease?"
Iga Mochizuki murmured to himself, his eyes filled with shock.
The people in Iga-ryu around were even more unable to accept such a result, and they were all in an uproar.
In the field, Iga Qianzhen quickly fell steadily to the ground. The shock in his heart was even worse than that of Iga Mochizuki and others. How could a mere "half-step legend" resolve his attack so easily?
Move?
"This Chinese boy is weird!"
Iga Qianzhen did not continue to take action immediately, but looked Chen Feiyu up and down, as if he was getting to know Chen Feiyu again.
"You still have two chances. Since you don't cherish it, I will make the first move."
After Chen Feiyu said that, he struck first to gain the upper hand. He pointed his sword towards the sky and slashed down suddenly. A sharp sword light suddenly struck Iga Qianzhen.
Iga Qianzhen snorted contemptuously, no matter how weird this kid is, can he really surpass the level and challenge the strong men in the "middle stage of legend"?
I saw him rushing forward to face the oncoming sword light, punching in the middle, and blasting away the sword light. In an instant, he came to Chen Feiyu, punched Chen Feiyu in the chest again, and shouted: "This
The fist contains 100% of my strength, I don't believe you can still resolve it!"
The "Mid-Legendary" strongman's full-strength punch was so powerful, the punch was so fierce that the fist rubbed against the air, and a layer of red light appeared.
Under the strong impact of the fist, Chen Feiyu's blood surged and he couldn't help but take two steps back.
The look of contempt in Iga Qianzhen's eyes became thicker, and he shouted loudly. The true energy in his body surged crazily, and the force of his fists became stronger. At the same time, with him as the center of the circle, the ground within a radius of five meters shattered with a "boom".
Crack, the scene is extremely horrifying!
The people in Iga-ryu hurriedly backed away for fear of being affected. At the same time, they were very excited. The power of the clan leader's punch was so powerful that even if this Chinese boy was ten times more powerful, he would never be able to block it.
A smile appeared on Iga Mochizuki's lips. After this punch, the Chinese kid will definitely die!
In the field, facing Iga Senzhen's powerful fist, Chen Feiyu repeated his old tricks, blocking Iga Senzhen's fist with his palms overlapped, and used "Wuji Fist" to dissolve and absorb most of the opponent's internal energy.
Use the force to leap backward lightly.
Surprise flashed across Iga Qianzhen's eyes. How did he block his full strength move?
Iga Mochizuki was shocked and blurted out: "How is this possible..."
Everyone in Iga-ryu widened their eyes and exclaimed.
Turning from embarrassment to anger, Iga Qianzhen's eyes flashed with anger, and suddenly he held his left hand empty, and a katana in the distance flew out of its sheath and flew into his hand.
Immediately afterwards, he suddenly stepped on the ground and pursued Chen Feiyu with a knife. The sharp light of the knife suddenly shocked everyone's eyes and shouted: "It's not that easy to run away!"
Chen Feiyu was still in mid-air and had not yet landed. Seeing the unrivaled power of Iga's Thousand Needles Sword, he stretched out his sword finger and pointed it at the opponent in the distance. The sword energy on his fingertips was flowing horizontally and he said: "The last move."
After saying that, all the inner energy he had just absorbed rushed towards the sword finger, and there was a loud sound of breaking through the air, and a bright sword energy shot out, as if it contained thousands of phenomena!
Poignant and stunning.
Iga Qianzhen kept chasing the enemy, turning his sword slightly, preparing to split the incoming sword energy first, and then behead Chen Feiyu with one strike. He said contemptuously: "The sword energy of a mere 'half-step legend' is nothing, you are destined to die miserably."
Under the knife."
The next moment, the sword light and the sword energy intersected. Instead of easily splitting the sword energy apart as Iga Qianzhen imagined, there was a loud "bang" and a powerful air flow swept through the entire martial arts field.
Suddenly, it was as violent as a typhoon passing through, rolling up countless rocks on the ground and attacking all around. With the blessing of strong airflow, it was as powerful as bullets!
The expressions of the people around them changed drastically. They used their swords to block the rocks and hurriedly retreated.
Among them, Wu Ruojun and Yoshimura Miyu were the closest. Facing the densely packed flying rocks like a dragnet, Yoshimura Miyu's face changed slightly. With her current strength, it was difficult to block all these rocks.
Suddenly, Wu Ruojun waved the sleeves of her skirt to block a pile of rocks, grabbed Yoshimura Miyu's shoulders and jumped back, out of the range of Qi Jin.
Yoshimura Mixi breathed a sigh of relief, her face turned slightly pale due to fear, and she gave Wu Ruojun a complex look: "Thank you... thank you."
Wu Ruojun shook her head. If Chen Feiyu hadn't wanted to keep Yoshimura Miyu, she wouldn't have bothered to care about this Japanese woman.
At the center of the Qi Jin, Iga Qianzhen only felt a strong internal energy that was no less than the strength of the "Mid-Legendary". He was caught off guard and couldn't help but take a step back. A turbulent wave arose in his heart.
, could it be that the strength of the Chinese youth is not the "half-step legend", but the "mid-legendary" realm?
On the other side, Chen Feiyu fell to the ground floatingly, standing with his hands behind his back, his sword intent clear, showing the appearance of a strong man.
Not long after, the energy gradually dissipated, and everyone looked at it intently. They were all horrified and found it difficult to accept such a result!
Suddenly, Iga Qianzhen had a complicated look on his face. He inserted the sharp katana into the ground and said: "The power of the sword energy just now is comparable to the 'mid-legendary' realm. Have you been hiding your strength? Isn't your strength?"
Half-step legend', but 'mid-legend'?"
Iga Mochizuki and others all exclaimed. Although they had guessed that Chen Feiyu's strength might have reached the "mid-legendary" level, they still found it difficult to accept it after hearing Iga Qianzhen say it himself.
Chen Feiyu's mouth was half-smiling: "It's not the 'mid-legendary', but it's enough to kill the 'mid-legendary'. Now you should believe that Kawamoto Akami's broken arm was cut off by me, right?"
Iga Qianzhen stopped talking. Although he still had many magical martial arts and ninjutsu that he had not yet used, the strength that Chen Feiyu showed was magical enough to astonish him. Maybe Kawamoto Akami was really defeated by him.
superior.
Chen Feiyu continued: "Now that the three moves have been passed, it's time for Iga-ryu to fulfill his promise, right?"
Iga Qianzhen's expression changed a few times, and she suddenly burst into laughter, stroking her palms and exclaiming: "Well, well, well, as expected of a person from China. He is really unique. I am so amazed that I also invite three people from the living room."
Narrative."
Iga Mochizuki said hurriedly: "Father, senior Tojo died in his hands..."
Before she finished speaking, Iga Qianzhen had already waved her hand, interrupting her words. At the same time, she made a "please" gesture and said to Chen Feiyu: "Please."
Chen Feiyu nodded and followed Iga Senzuki outside while giving Iga Mochizuki a playful smile. He just liked watching Iga Mochizuki and wanted to kill him, but Iga Liu had to cooperate with him obediently.
Looks great!
Iga Mochizuki understood Chen Feiyu's eyes, and was so angry that he stamped his feet on the spot, snorted coldly, and quickly followed.
After Chen Feiyu and others left, the remaining people in Iga-ryu were in an uproar, still immersed in the shock just now.
However, under the leadership of Iga Qianzhen, Chen Feiyu and others came to an antique living room and sat down.
Iga Qianzhen gave an order, and Iga Mochizuki reluctantly walked to the incense burner and lit a piece of agarwood.
The green smoke curls up and the aroma is light and elegant, making people forget about the world.
After serving several cups of fragrant tea, Chen Feiyu took a sip of tea and felt the fragrance lingering on his lips and teeth, and praised: "Not bad."
"That's great. If you like it, I'll give you a few packs when you leave later." Iga Qianzhen laughed loudly. Judging from his enthusiastic look, it seemed that Chen Feiyu's killing of Tojo Izumi didn't happen at all.
Same thing happened.
Then, Iga Qianzhen said: "By the way, did you forget to ask for your surname?"
Only then did Iga Mochizuki realize that until now, she didn't even know Chen Feiyu's name. She was dizzy.
"Chen Feiyu."
Iga Qianzhen nodded, imprinting this name deeply in her heart, and continued: "Chen Jun has such strong strength at such a young age. I think Chen Jun should be the most powerful person among the younger generation in China.
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Iga Mochizuki also nodded. Chen Feiyu's strength has exceeded the age limit. Such a person is unique in Japan, and presumably in China, which has a population of more than one billion, there should be very few.
Chen Feiyu put down the tea cup, shook his head, and said honestly: "China has a profound heritage, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, there are many strong people, and I am far from being called the most powerful person among the younger generation."
Iga Qianzhen and Iga Mochizuki looked disbelieving. Chen Feiyu was already so powerful. If there was someone more powerful than Chen Feiyu in China, wouldn't it mean that Chinese martial arts would go against the grain?
Seeing that Iga Qianzhen and Iga Mochizuki didn't believe it, Chen Feiyu continued: "At least I know that there is one person whose strength far exceeds mine, and there is another person who, even though he is not my opponent for the time being, is about the same."
What he was talking about was naturally Liuli and Tantai Yuchen.
Iga Qianzhen was dubious. Chen Feiyu didn't look like he was lying, but the problem was that Chen Feiyu was already strong enough to crush the younger generation of Japanese strongmen, but according to Chen Feiyu, there were still people who wanted to stay far away.
Being stronger than him, doesn't this mean that China's martial arts strength is enough to completely crush Japan?
Iga Mochizuki curled her lips directly with a look of disbelief.
Chen Feiyu chuckled lightly, without explaining, and said: "Let's get down to business. Iga-ryu and I will join forces to destroy the Koga-ryu. I wonder what the Iga family master thinks?"
When it came to business, Iga Senzhen's expression became more serious, and she pondered slightly, then said slowly: "The Koga-ryu is very powerful, and it is not easy to destroy the Koga-ryu. You have to make a detailed plan.
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Chen Feiyu shook his head and said: "This matter cannot be delayed. If the news is leaked and the Koga Ryu is prepared, it will not be that simple to destroy the Koga Ryu."
"Then what are Chen Jun's thoughts?" Iga Qianzhen asked curiously.
Chen Feiyu's eyes gradually became sharp and he said: "Since it is a matter of murder, it is natural to act vigorously and resolutely. In three days, you and I will join forces to annihilate the Koga-ryu!"
Iga Senzhen thought he was a decisive person in killing, but after hearing Chen Feiyu's words, he was still shocked. After three days of destroying the Koga-ryu, this young man was actually... so crazy?