A hint of coldness flashed across Fu Xingkui's face: "Oh, it turns out you are the prodigal son of Tianya. I have heard of you recently. You are a well-known swordsman-level master!"
"Although you have some talent, your strength is not enough in front of me. Get out of the way!"
Zhuo Feifan looked arrogant and said: "Get out of the way if you ask me to, why?"
Lu Chen sat by the fire, picked up a branch and fiddled with matches, watching this scene with interest, appearing calm and leisurely.
With his level, he can naturally sense the strength of Fu Xingkui, an innate peak master.
Looking at the vast land of Kyushu, he is also an extremely powerful person who is famous in one place.
But in front of him, this strength is not enough.
Lu Chen has no interest in masters of this level at all. The opponents he longs for are super strong men who have reached the virtual god realm.
"Young man, I think you are a genius, don't overestimate your abilities!"
"Not everyone can try my sword!" Fu Xingkui said with a cold face, his cold eyes full of fierceness.
Zhuo Feifan is very proud of his own strength. He travels all over the world and travels all over the world. He has never encountered any opponent. As long as he encounters a famous and strong person, he dares to challenge him.
Because he also has a heart to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts.
"Old man, don't rely on your old age to show off your strength. You can't just brag about your strength. If you have the ability, just give it a try!"
"I, Zhuo Feifan, traveled around the thirty-six counties and cities in the Canglan land and challenged countless masters!"
"Win twenty-nine games and lose seven!"
"I, Zhuo Feifan, have no other hobbies, except that I like to challenge masters the most!"
Zhuo Feifan held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and stared at the opponent. His eyes flashed with a fiery look. He seemed to have sensed the strong fighting spirit coming from the opponent.
Fu Xingkui stood with his hands behind his back, looking very popular and arrogant: "Oh, you are so confident in your own strength!"
"I have to praise you for your awesome future!"
"In this case, don't say that I bully this junior, let me give you ten moves first!"
"If you can force me to draw the sword, how about you win and let this matter go?"
When Zhuo Feifan heard this, his eyes lit up, "Old guy, this is what you said! Then please accept the move."
As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of snow foam exploded at his feet, and his lean figure instantly turned into an afterimage, shooting out.
Clang, a sword chant sounded.
The sword blade cut through the sky, and its fierce momentum exploded instantly, stabbing Fu Xingkui not far away at extremely high speed.
Fu Xingkui's cold eyes lit up slightly, his figure flickered, and he retreated erratically.
"Where to escape!" Zhuo Feifan approached quickly with a sharp sword in his hand, the dark black sword light kept spitting on the blade, like a poisonous snake that chooses people to eat.
With a flick of his wrist, the sword thrust out four times in a row like lightning, targeting the opponent's key points such as the center of his brow, heart, and throat.
Brush! Brush! Brush!
Fu Xingkui's figure was erratic, like a ghost, continuously flickering to evade, and while moving, his body kept making various changes and flickers, and fixed afterimages appeared as he moved.
The howling wind made Fu Xingkui's figure even more elusive.
Whoosh! The world seems to have felt the duel between top experts. The snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, like goose feathers, flying across the earth.
A flash of sword light passed through the air, instantly penetrated several crystal snowflakes, and touched Fu Xingkui's cheek.
Whoosh!
Fu Xingkui flashed his steps, moved sideways out of thin air, and quickly dodged.
Zhuo Feifan gritted his teeth and turned the sharp sword in his hand, changing from stabbing to horizontal slashing!
The sword moves changed extremely quickly, as if they were all done in one go.
Fu Xingkui's feet spun around, his figure flickered, and he flew ten feet away behind Zhuo Feifan.
"Damn it, it was so close!" Zhuo Feifan's forward figure suddenly changed direction in a strange way, and the sword blade slid from the cuff of his right hand into the cuff of his left hand, stabbing the opponent like lightning.
This sudden scene made Fu Xingkui seem to be unable to react in time.
brush!
A flash of sword light flashed, but it clearly stabbed his body, but no trace of blood flowed out.
The blurry image in front of him dissipated, and Fu Xingkui's appreciative voice sounded two feet away from Zhuo Feifan's left: "Young man, your swordsmanship is very good, but it's a pity that you don't have enough killing intent and lack of firepower!"
"Afterimage, such an amazing speed!" Zhuo Feifan couldn't help but change his face when he saw Fu Xingkui who looked like a ghost on his side.
Whoosh, Zhuo Feifan struck quickly with his sword without hesitation.
Fu Xingkui quickly retreated, like a loach gliding in the snow, his figure extremely nimble.
Wherever it went, a huge curtain of snow was set off!
The extraordinary sharp sword stabbed out one after another, one point, one stab, one cut, containing several changes, flowing smoothly, making it difficult for people to guard against.
"Young man, ten moves have passed, it's time for me to take action!" Fu Xingkui, who was dodging at a high speed, sneered, suddenly stopped moving, and instantly drew his sword!
Qiang, Fu Xingkui's terrifying momentum exploded instantly, and then he waved his hand and saw a green light flashing in the air.
The sharp sword light was like a streak of swords flashing in mid-air.
Zhuo Feifan's face changed drastically when he saw this scene, and he quickly gritted his teeth and held his sword to block it!
There was a crisp sound, and the majestic sword struck the blade with astonishing force.
The moment the swords collided, sparks burst out, and the terrifying force directly caused Zhuo Feifan to retreat more than ten feet. He stepped on the ground with his feet and continued to retreat, creating a deep hole with each step.
Lu Chen sat next to the fire, quietly watching the two people fighting madly in the snow, and couldn't help but think to himself: "Zhuo Feifan's swordsmanship is weird, unpredictable, sharp and fast. I don't know who I learned it from, but I have already touched it."
A trace of the threshold of the water path."
"Then what Fu Xingkui realized should be the way of thunder and fire, merging with each other!"
"It not only contains the domineering power of thunder and lightning, but also contains the explosive power of the way of fire!"
"Sure enough, the strength at the innate golden elixir level cannot be dealt with simply by relying on skills!"
Ji Xue and Zhao Xiaozhu stood in the snow not far away, watching the two people fighting carefully without blinking for fear of missing some detail.
You must know that these two people are masters of the sword master level. Such a crazy fighting scene is extremely exciting, and just watching it is a visual enjoyment.
Ordinary people want to see top masters fight, but they can't do so.
The miserable blood continued to drip down Zhuo Feifan's palm, forming bloody plum blossoms in the snow. The tiger's mouth was split, the skin and flesh were torn, and the whole arm was trembling.
He stared intently at the opponent's dark blue curved sword, with a trace of heart palpitations flashing in his eyes.
"What a terrifying sword technique, like a bolt of thunder and lightning!"
"Swift and fierce!"
"The moment the knife was drawn, the terrifying murderous aura burst out, instantly defeating my momentum!"
"Such a master is definitely a true peak powerhouse!"
Zhuo Feifan secretly marveled, his expression was more solemn than ever before, the blood in his body seemed to be boiling, and he couldn't help but tremble because of excitement.
"Young man, if you can block my sword, you are quite capable!" Fu Xingkui looked at Zhuo Feifan in front of him in surprise, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
Zhuo Feifan took a deep breath, his eyes exuding a high fighting spirit: "Old man, we have yet to win or lose, so don't get complacent too early."
"Young man, I have to say that your swordsmanship is very powerful, but it's a pity that you don't know the heights of the world!"
"Looking across the land of Canglan, few people can resist my sword!"
"Boy, remember my name. My name is Thunderbolt Sword Saint. Don't die when you are about to die. You don't know who is going to die!" Fu Xingkui held a dark blue sword in his withered hands and stood in the wind and snow.
The fierce and domineering momentum spread in all directions, causing the snow on the sky and the earth to spin around.
When Zhuo Feifan heard the other party's words, his mind went blank, and he suddenly took a breath of cold air, and the identity and background of the other party flashed through his mind.
God, how could it be the Thunderbolt Sword Saint Fu Xingkui!
There are countless martial arts masters on the land of Canglan, but only a few are truly famous.
Fu Xingkui is one of the most famous peak masters. He is particularly good at using swordsmanship and is as domineering as thunder and lightning. Therefore, he is revered as the Thunderbolt Sword Saint and is highly respected by all forces.
It is said that looking at the entire Canglan land, he is also among the top ten peak masters.
"How could I provoke this monster!"
When Zhuo Feifan thought about the other party's origins, he felt very regretful now, because his ignorance of the world had provoked an extremely terrifying opponent for himself, and it was almost impossible for him to live a long life.
Now it’s really hard to ride a tiger!
Who is the Thunderbolt Sword Saint? He was a figure who became famous in Canglan Land ten years ago.
The thunderbolt sword technique in one hand is like a thunderbolt, as fierce as fire, and extremely domineering!
He once killed countless strong men in the Canglan land, and became famous for a while. He achieved a great reputation and caused a huge sensation. The Thunderbolt Sword Saint also spread widely and was praised as one of the top ten masters in the world.
Later, for unknown reasons, Fu Xingkui disappeared for a while, opened Linglong Pavilion in Niujiao City, and thus became anonymous.
Unexpectedly, we would meet again under such circumstances.
Zhuo Feifan's intestines turned green with regret. He looked at the other party with twitching eyes and his heart pounded.
"After ten moves, I won't hold back any more!"
"Young man, take the move!" Fu Xingkui shouted, his cold eyes blazing with fighting intent.
Whoosh, the figure flashed out, and the sword struck Zhuo Feifan quickly, and the violent force of the sword seemed to cut open the heaven and the earth.
Zhuo Feifan was already riding a tiger and was unable to get off. There was no other way but to confront him head-on.
To shrink back will only make people laugh.
Zhuo Feifan will never allow himself to hear the other party's name and give in because of timidity!
"So what if you are the Thunderbolt Sword Saint? If you lose your head and get a big scar, how can I, Zhuo Feifan, be afraid of you!" Zhuo Feifan summoned up all his courage, veins on his forehead jumped, and with an angry shout, his whole body shot out like a sharp arrow.
Fu Xingkui grunted and slashed with the dark blue sword!
Boom, a blue lightning flashed in mid-air.
Zhuo Feifan had just rushed in front of the opponent, and his vision was instantly filled with thunder and lightning.
It was too fast, so fast that he didn't even have time to react.
Zhuo Feifan, who was originally arrogant, suddenly turned extremely pale.
For the first time in more than twenty years, he felt that death was so close to him.
