Chapter 887: Not only does it differentiate between superior and inferior, it also determines life and death!

This was an extremely fierce fight.

There are no fancy moves, no one blocking or hiding, some are just simple head-on collisions.

A true master's duel always has such a tacit understanding.

There is no need to talk about the sword god, nor does Qin Feng, but both of them know what kind of fighting method the other party desires.

As a result, the two fists collided.

The birds rose together and howled.

An Zhiya, who was the only bystander sitting in the car, could only see that the figures of Qin Feng and the Sword God disappeared in an instant, and then a shocking loud sound was heard, and birds flew around. Just then, the two figures were seen.

Appear again.

When they appeared again, the two men, the old and the young, had already had a head-on confrontation.

Fighting each other with fists, confronting each other.

It seemed that the whole world fell silent at this moment, the scene stagnated, and the bodies of Qin Feng and Sword God seemed to have turned to stone and stiffened, maintaining the posture of fists touching each other, and there was no movement for a long time.

asphyxia.

It's a suffocating feeling.

It was as if time had been suspended and all laws had stopped functioning.

An Zhiya was sitting in the car, her beautiful eyes were wide open, her pupils were constricted, her mouth was slightly open, her face was filled with fear and anxiety, and she simply forgot to breathe...

The atmosphere is getting quieter and quieter.

The silence reached an absolute extreme.

Whoosh!

A car roared past, breaking the long-lasting balance at the scene.

When the calm was broken, Qin Feng and Sword God, who were facing each other, felt as if they were electrocuted. They both closed their hands and retreated, once again opening a distance of twenty meters, and then looked at each other from a distance.

This is like a fight between a lion and a tiger. They instinctively feel that the other side is not easy to mess with, and they don't dare to take it lightly.

It took quite a while.

The corners of Qin Feng's mouth were slightly raised, showing his trademark evil smile: "The sword god of Ying State is well-deserved. You are the strongest master I have ever encountered so far."

"Excellent."

The sword god was still expressionless, but there was a hint of solemnity and fear in his eyes as he looked at Qin Feng.

After a moment of silence, the Sword God said with a solemn face: "You are so powerful at such a young age, you are truly the pride of heaven. I once thought that I was the most talented martial arts wizard in the world, until today...

I was wrong."

"Excuse me." Qin Feng said with a smile: "Talent is important in practicing martial arts, but luck and opportunity are also crucial. I'm just lucky."

"Chinese people are too humble." The Sword God sighed and said: "Even if I am given a better opportunity, I still have no confidence. At your age and with such strength, you are already better than Qin back then.

Wentian has become much stronger."

Qin Feng smiled and said nothing.

Qin Wentian was not much greater than the Sword God. If Qin Wentian were still alive, his martial arts cultivation to this day would be immeasurable. He might have transformed into a dragon, or he might have stagnated.

No one is here anymore, everything is in vain.

After pondering for a moment, Qin Feng chuckled and said, "Draw the sword."

"You are qualified to let me draw my sword." The sword god looked deeply at Qin Feng and said, "But, not today."

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"Seven days later, on Zhufeng Island, there will be a battle between superior and inferior, as well as life and death!" The Sword God said solemnly.

"Zhufeng Island?" Qin Feng smiled and shook his head: "That seems to be a deserted island, right? It's uninhabited. If you lay a trap on it, wouldn't I be looking for death?"

The Sword God frowned lightly: "You know, I'm not that kind of person."

"If you're not, then someone else will be." Qin Feng smiled thoughtfully.

"I can guarantee you." The Sword God thought for a while and said: "At that time, I will invite all the heroes of the Chinese martial arts world and ask them to notarize our duel. In this way, even if I have the intention, I can't do any tricks.

"

"What about such a big scene?" Qin Feng smiled and shook his head: "Let's talk about it then. Whether you can come or not depends on my mood."

The Sword God looked at Qin Feng deeply: "You will come."

After saying this, the Sword God turned around and left.

It seemed slow, but in fact it was fast. In just a few seconds, he had disappeared from Qin Feng's sight.

It was also after he disappeared that Qin Feng, who was standing still, suddenly frowned, raised the big hand that had just touched the sword god, and said with a wry smile: "That's really awesome."

This big hand was a little trembling and a little red and swollen.

Ever since Qin Feng became a disciple of Lang Canghai and was reborn, no one has ever been able to cause him such trauma when fighting alone. This shows how terrifying the sword god's abilities are.

Twitching the corner of his mouth, Qin Feng took a deep look at the direction where the Sword God left, then turned around and returned to the car.

"Qin Feng, are you okay?"

An Zhiya, who was thoughtful, saw Qin Feng's injured hand at a glance, and couldn't help but worry.

"It's not a big problem." Qin Feng said with a smile: "Let's go home."

An Zhiya pursed her lips and stopped talking, feeling full of powerlessness in her heart.

She has never been stupid, how could she not see that the strange master just now posed a great crisis to Qin Feng?

And she, an ordinary woman, knew all this, but could do nothing, not even the smallest help to Qin Feng.

"It would be great if I was also a peerless master..."

An Zhiya looked out the window quietly, feeling upset when she saw the scenery passing by quickly.

She has had no dreams since she was a child, and even if she did, she longs for the ordinary. Today she particularly wants to be extraordinary, but...what can change if she wants to?

…

On the hillside next to the road.

A beautiful young woman, wearing a kimono, was sitting on the green grass, looking up at the sky and facing the sun. The yellow light covered her face, reflecting her flawless facial features and skin, and also her beautiful face.

The worry and anxiety in her beautiful eyes were all highlighted.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by.

"Father!"

The beauty in kimono quickly turned her head and was overjoyed when she saw the familiar figure returning.

It is none other than Sword God Zoe Fujita.

"puff!"

After arriving here, the sword god who was ordinary a second ago suddenly turned red and a mouthful of blood burst out of his mouth.

As this mouthful of blood passed away, all the strength in the Sword God's body seemed to be drained out in an instant, and he knelt on one knee on the ground, panting, his face turned pale and ugly, as if he was seriously injured.

"Father!"

The beauty in kimono's face changed drastically, and she hurriedly ran towards the sword god.

The sword god waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

But the attentive beauty in kimono was the first to see the big swinging hand of the sword god. The tiger's mouth had cracked, and dark red blood seeped out, almost staining his entire hand red.

The beauty in kimono is twenty-four years old.

In twenty-four years, she has never seen her father injured!

"Is that Qin Feng really that powerful?"

The beauty in the kimono trembled in her heart, feeling uneasy about the duel that was bound to come in seven days.
Chapter completed!