Su Yuchen opened his mouth, his expression showing both horror and fear.

Among everyone present, no one understood the horror of Mao Qingquan better than him. Even among the "Eight Great Vajras" of the Su family, Mao Qingquan's strength was at the top, and he was a rare grandmaster of the Su family in Zhongyue Province.

He once used the three-foot "Green Frost Sword" in his hand to continuously defeat the powerful men of the ten major families in Zhongyue Province, achieving great fame.

It can be said that even his father, the head of the Su family, had to be polite when meeting Mao Qingquan.

However, Mao Qingquan, who was so powerful in Zhongyue Province, was beaten away by Chen Feiyu with his bare hands?

An ominous premonition arose in Su Yuchen's heart. Xie Xiaoran was dead. If Mao Qingquan was killed by Chen Feiyu again, not only would he gain nothing during his trip to Changlin Province, but he would even suffer heavy losses when he returned to Zhongyue Province.

Finally, you will definitely face strict punishment...

Su Yuchen shuddered. Now, he can only pray that Mr. Mao can regain his power and kill Chen Feiyu here.

In the field, Chen Feiyu stood with his hands behind his back, head slightly raised, looking at the big hole, waiting for Mao Qingquan to fall down.

Mao Qingquan was in the air, but his heart became more and more frightened. He thought that with his "middle stage master" strength, even though he was slightly inferior to Chen Feiyu, but combined with the power of the magic weapon "Qingshuang Sword" in his hand, not to mention

If you can kill Chen Feiyu, you can at least suppress Chen Feiyu, and then become famous in Changlin Province.

However, now he is at a disadvantage everywhere, and Chen Feiyu is just using his bare hands.

"This boy is already so powerful at such a young age. If he is given another ten or twenty years, wouldn't he be invincible? By then, I am afraid that even the Su family of Zhongyue Province will have to surrender to him. No, we must find a way.

Just kill him here!"

Mao Qingquan gritted his teeth and decided not to hold back anymore. He shouted in the air: "One move will determine our life or death!"

The voice was loud and echoed far in the night sky.

"As you wish!"

Chen Feiyu's expression remained unchanged, relaxed and relaxed.

The next moment, Mao Qingquan shouted loudly, held the divine sword, and slashed at Chen Feiyu from top to bottom. With his long gown hunting, a cold wave burst out from the sword body, pressing down on Chen Feiyu!

Like a meteor falling from the sky!

Suddenly, the big hole on the roof of the bar expanded several times again, and the whole building began to shake.

At the same time, a strong cold wave spread to the bar and exploded to all sides in an instant. Fortunately, Ye Yilin and Xie Xingchen were protected by red lotus. They were affected by this cold wave and only shivered. Otherwise, the cold wave would have penetrated into their bones and their internal organs.

They were all frozen.

The sword has not yet arrived, but the strength has already arrived.

Under the pressure of the strong and fierce cold wave, the ground under Chen Feiyu's feet was once again covered with a layer of ice crystals, which immediately broke into pieces. Countless ice crystals flew up from the ground, reflecting colorful light.

Among the countless tiny ice crystals around him, Chen Feiyu was unafraid, his eyes were unwavering, his legs were slightly apart, his feet were on yin and yang, his hands were suddenly raised, and he plunged into the boundless cold wave!

"court death!"

Mao Qingquan was immediately overjoyed. Although he was a man, he had practiced feminine skills since he was a child. Coupled with the coincidence, he got the Qingshuang Sword in his hand. Every time he swung the sword, the sword body

The bowels automatically exuded a strong cold air, which added three successes in vain, which was even more powerful. This also made him confident that he would become the strongest among the mid-stage masters.

And now the sword he struck at Chen Feiyu not only used all his strength, but also unleashed all the cold energy in the Qingshuang Sword.

He is confident that under this sword, no matter how powerful Chen Feiyu is, he will definitely be killed or injured!

Thinking of this, Mao Qingquan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he once again mobilized the true energy in his body without any reservation, hoping to kill Chen Feiyu with one sword!

The next moment, Mao Qingquan felt that the strength of the sword suddenly disappeared, and he couldn't help but feel horrified.

I saw Chen Feiyu standing proudly, holding up his hands. In his palm, a white ball the size of a basketball appeared. It was filled with gas and exuded a violent and cold atmosphere.

Astonishingly, all the cold wave and power of Mao Qingquan's sword had been captured in Chen Feiyu's Wuji Fist in his hands.

"This...how is this possible?"
Chapter completed!