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Chapter 99 Wind-driven Thousand Bells

Winter solstice has gone, warm spring has come, scorching summer has passed, harvest and autumn are approaching, and in the blink of an eye, another three years have passed.

West Lake in Hangzhou has always been famous for its beautiful scenery. In the front, Yang Wanli said, "After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from the four seasons in June.", and in the back, Su Dongpo said, "The clear water is beautiful only when the water is shining, but the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange." "

Countless poets will compose a poem when they come to the West Lake to spread their admiration for the West Lake.

At this time, on a piece of soft grass beside the West Lake, a handsome young man of about 20 years old wearing a moon-white robe was lying on the lawn with his legs crossed and a piece of grass in his mouth.

Enjoying the rare free time and warm sunshine.

And this person was none other than Chen Feng three years later. His face, which was as beautiful as a jade, had completely lost its youthfulness. His long black hair was tied up in a bun and tied with a silver crown.

If you don't know Chen Feng well, you will definitely think of him as a cynical rich man.

Suddenly, Chen Feng's slightly narrowed eyes slowly opened, and a light flashed slightly in his clear black pupils.

He sat up with his hands on his hands, stretched on the spot, turned his eyes behind him, curled his lips in disdain, and muttered something.

"Annoying little mouse."

After saying that, Chen Feng stood up and patted his butt.

At the same time that Chen Feng stood up, a rustling sound suddenly came from the grass behind Chen Feng.

Chen Feng folded his arms and leaned against a tree, looking in the direction of the noise with a smile.

Chen Feng raised the thumb of his left hand and pushed lightly on the hilt of the sword, and part of the sharp blade was exposed.

And as the sword in Chen Feng's hand was unsheathed, a slight breeze suddenly blew in the originally calm surroundings.

"Go ahead, we can't let him gather more Qingfeng Sword Power."

In the direction Chen Feng was looking, someone behind the grass seemed to be getting anxious after feeling the breeze.

He hurriedly roared to his companions, then dodged out of the grass and rushed towards Chen Feng.

In an instant, seven people rushed out of the grass, and they had already drawn their weapons on the way to Chen Feng.

The seven swords suddenly came to the sky above Chen Feng, and they all emitted sharp sword energy and slashed at Chen Feng.

One of the leaders even broke away from the sword in his hand and shot towards Chen Feng.

If anyone else could see this scene, they would be scared to the point of weakness.

The sword energy leaves the body, which is clearly a symbol of a first-rate master, and the other six people are also second-rate masters.

At this time, so many masters were besieging a weak young man who was only twenty years old.

But Chen Feng, who was in the middle of so many attacks, only grinned when he saw this shocking offensive.

"Well come."

I saw Chen Feng's right hand holding the sword, the sword coming out of the scabbard, and the eighth style of Qingfeng Thirteen Swords, the wind-moving Qianling came out of his hand.

Waves of breeze came out of thin air around Chen Feng, blowing the surrounding leaves and making a rustling sound.

Chen Feng's swords were either stuck or blocked, but the first wave of attacks by the seven people did not cause any injuries to Chen Feng at all.

At this time, the sky above everyone's heads was filled with the rustling sound of leaves being blown, and suddenly there seemed to be other sounds.

"No, use all your strength to interrupt him. Don't let him use this move."

The first-class man in the lead changed his face when he heard this voice.

But as soon as he finished speaking, dozens of those countless leaves actually hid fierce sword energy.

Only a wind roar was heard, and dozens of sword auras that were almost invisible to the naked eye flashed through the void and flew straight towards the seven people.

"Puff puff puff..."

After a few breaths, bright red and warm blood spurted out from the throats of the six second-rate masters.

Soon, the only person standing here was the first-class person.

He stared blankly at the six companions around him who had no life breath, and his heart was already bleeding.

These were six second-rate masters, including two at the peak of the second-rate realm. Even within their own power, they could not produce many of them. Today, they were killed by this little beast like mowing grass.

"You little beast... have you made a breakthrough?"

The remaining first-class masters looked at Chen Feng with red eyes and full of resentment, and their hatred for him had reached an extreme level.

Chen Fengyue seemed not to have seen the other party's eyes, which were like those of a fierce ghost seeking his life. He was still looking at him with a smile on his face.

"I also want to thank Uncle Fei Bin for chasing me every day, otherwise it would be really difficult to break through to the late-level first-class strength."

Chen Feng's eyes were full of teasing. With his previous top-notch mid-level strength, it was really difficult to fight against the opponent's lineup. After all, there were too many people.

But he has broken through to the late stage of the first-class, and his strength has not increased slightly. Then the same lineup will not be enough for Chen Feng to operate.

Speaking of which, Chen Feng really wanted to thank Fei Bin, one of the famous Thirteen Taibos of the Songshan Sect in front of him. Without him constantly chasing and killing him these days to put pressure on him, it might have taken several months for him to break through.

After Fei Bin heard Chen Feng's words, his face turned red and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

With his initial first-rate strength and six subordinates who were at least second-rate late stage, although it was difficult to deal with Chen Feng, he still had the upper hand.

But once Chen Feng broke through to the late first-class stage, he didn't expect that they couldn't even make a move in his hands.

"You deserve to die!"

Fei Bin was so angry that he directly raised his sword and stabbed Chen Feng.

Chen Feng calmly looked at Fei Bin who was stabbing him, without moving his feet, he directly pointed his sword at the opponent, and rushed towards Fei Bin with a very condensed sword energy with a little bit of purple intention.

Fei Bin raised his sword and shattered the sword energy, but he also spit out a mouthful of blood. It can be seen that even though Chen Feng's sword energy was shattered, Fei Bin was seriously injured.

However, Fei Bin did not step back because of his injury. Instead, he still approached Chen Feng, and when he was two meters away from Chen Feng, he directly slapped him with his palm.

"Great Songyang Palm."

Fei Bin's palms were filled with astonishing palm energy, and he used a set of exquisite palm techniques to take advantage of the moment when Chen Feng had just struck out with his sword.

He looked at Chen Feng with a cruel smile, hoping to see the words panic and despair in his eyes.

But what made Fei Bin's expression change was that there was not even a trace of panic in Chen Feng's eyes, but a trace of ridicule than before.

His eyes froze and he was about to take back his palm.

But Chen Feng saw that the sword in Chen Feng's hand was reversed, and when Fei Bin approached him, he just lifted it up.

After the sword strike, Fei Bin only felt a flash of sword light. In his mind, he just felt that the sword strike was so fast, and then he lost consciousness.

After retracting the sword, Chen Feng walked around Fei Bin's body, sheathed the sword in his hand, and walked towards the outside of the West Lake.

After two breaths, Chen Feng only heard a thump behind him. He knew that this was the sound of Fei Bin's body falling.

With a disdainful smile on his lips, he was ready to leave.

But as soon as he took two steps, his expression changed. He raised his right hand and slapped his head hard, then turned around and ran back.

Five minutes later, he touched a bulging spot in his arms and left with a happy face.


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