"court death!"

Yin Jun was furious. Since Yicheng came out of the mountain, no one had spoken to him so condescendingly. Even the sword god Fang Wuming was quite eye-catching on him, which made his personality more arrogant. ☆→

He should have experienced setbacks, feelings, and changes of the world, and finally reached a higher level of kendo.

But Chen Feiyang took action and no longer planned to give him this opportunity.

Chen Feiyang stood quietly in the middle of the hall, waiting for Yin Jun to set off his sword.

"What a big tone..."

"Are all the teenagers so proud now?"

"What is his ability to compare with the Sword God?"

There were a lot of discussions in the hall, some people disdain Yin Jun, and many people were dissatisfied with Chen Feiyang's attitude, but more people felt that the Yangtze River was pushing the old waves, and now the emergence of young heroes is already their era.

"These two teenagers have met."

Yi Tianheng was also ridiculous and cried. He turned around and asked the deputy owner Chong Bonian, "Bonian, who do you think these two young men can win?"

Chen Feiyang is unfathomable, but Yin Jun is a young swordsman who is praised by the Sword God.

It is not their prediction that how these two people will decide the outcome when they fight.

Chong Bonian smiled bitterly, "I really can't see that my subordinates are clumsy, but if I bet, I am willing to make a bet on Mr. Chen."

He is not only a martial arts master, but also a powerful gambler. He is the number one expert in gambling horses in Changping City and has won a lot of money in this over the past 30 years.

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Yi Tianheng became interested and asked.

"Because he has a calm attitude."

Chong Bonian smiled, but his expression was quite serious. "People who are not easily angry are usually more terrifying when they are angry."

Yin Jun was already angry, but Chen Feiyang was not angry.

In this subtle difference, Chong Bonian got inspiration for gambling.

——But since it’s gambling, of course there is no certainty of winning.

No one knows the ending of the two young swordsmen.

"Have you insulted me and realized death?"

Yin Jun held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and despite his anger, his hands were still very stable.

He practiced swords for twenty years and killed people for twenty years. His sword had become a part of his body, and his spirit was as hot as a volcano. Despite the excitement, no one could shake it.

"I have heard from others that a swordsman speaks with a sword and says too much in his mouth, which will make him lose his sword energy."

Chen Feiyang spoke indifferently, but he still stood with his hands behind his back, as if he was not ready for battle.

Zheng!

Yin Jun has nothing to say.

He only had his sword unsheathed.

His words were clear in this sword.

"Since you dare to insult me, accept death!"

The tip of the sword was like lightning, and it was handed to Chen Feiyang's throat in just an instant.

A scream of exclamation.

What a fast sword!

The sword almost exceeded the limitations of speed, time and space. The moment he set out, it seemed that he was about to hit the target. Everyone present was sweating coldly, and most of them thought that if they were on the opposite side, they would definitely not be able to block the sword.

"My mother! Awesome swordsmanship!"

Ren Ye must applaud his hands and drums.

"It's just that guy..."

His eyes were attracted by the sword, but he still glanced at Chen Feiyang.

Chen Feiyang did not move, as if he was smiling and waiting for death. The other party's sword indeed pierced his throat.

——This unfathomable guy was stabbed to death by a sword?

Impossible?

Ren Ye was stunned, and everyone present was stunned.

——This kid looks so awesome, but he ends up being a paper tiger that can be broken with just one poke?

Yin Jun succeeded with a sword, but he didn't feel relaxed. He only felt the muscles on his spine become tighter, as if he had encountered a tiger when he was a teenager, and his instinctive dangerous touch.

What's going on?

He has clearly stabbed the opponent into the vital position, why does the battle still feel that the battle has not ended?

“On it!”

Suddenly, Yin Jun raised his head suddenly, but only saw a light.

In the light, a sword flying immortal is so brilliant that it cannot be described in words.

——This is the most beautiful scene that Yin Jun, a swordsman in Donghai, saw in his life, and the last scene.

——In his life, he never had the chance to be called Dongtian Sword, and he would never be able to reach the peak of swordsmanship.

Regret, unwillingness, but there is also a kind of joy from the bottom of your heart.

Isn’t it a pleasure to die after seeking the Tao!

laugh!

Blood is like blooming peach blossoms, splashing colorfully.

Chen Feiyang's sword pierced Yin Jun's heart, then calmly retreated and floated back to his original position, as if he had never moved.

Yin Jun's sword was hanging in the air in the void.

——I thought it was just a ball of air that stabbed someone else’s throat.

"What awesome trick!"

"Is this hidden from everyone present?"

"It's simply unimaginable!"

The sound of exclamations came one after another.

The alien swordsman praised by the Sword God actually died under Chen Feiyang's sword in one move. The sword just now had already revealed the obvious strength of the Martial Lord.

"No...it's not a fool..."

Ren Ye murmured to himself, his face pale.

Yu Zhanfei stood beside him, trembling all over, looking at Ren Ye. Although the two of them were young, they had excellent eyesight.

"Wu...jun..."

Yi Tianheng burst out two words from the cracks of his teeth.

——Wu Jun, such a young Wu Jun has never appeared even in this prosperous martial arts era, right?

Even Changsun Xie, the descendant of Tianjing Valley, only showed the peak strength of the Martial Lord. It will take at least some time and opportunity to break through the Martial Lord.

But this young man Chen Feiyang seemed to jump out of a stone, with no origin or past, and was younger than Changsun Xie, but he had already crossed the threshold of becoming an extraordinary saint.

"I'm sorry for all the fun."

Chen Feiyang smiled slightly and bowed to the four sides. Everyone dared not accept his greetings easily now. They all stood up one after another, and the sound of tables and benches falling over.

There was a crackling chaos.

"Yin Jun is a man with a master of swordsmanship and is determined to seek the truth. He is just a foreign race and will inevitably hurt my Central Plains martial arts energy, so I will get rid of him first."

Chen Feiyang shrugged, "But don't defile his body, so I asked the owner of Manor Yi to bury him for a lifetime. I wonder if it is possible?"

Yi Tianheng nodded, with a little more respect in his tone, "This is natural. Where are you here, I will first collect Yin Jun's body and bury him at a date."

The servants rushed up, carried the body away, wiped the ground clean, but there was no trace of blood.

In troubled times... this is also the basic skill of a servant.
Chapter completed!