Chapter 1128 Can't even draw a sword! (Happy New Year)
"Shangguan Liuyun, are you crazy?"
Listening to Shangguan Liuyun's words, Zhao Chuanxiong felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.
After he reacted, Shangguan Liuyun's figure flashed and he had already rushed down the steps.
"Shen Chenfeng, stop."
Shangguan Liuyun stood in front of Shen Chenfeng, with his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and an extremely powerful aura rose throughout his body.
This aura swirled around him, forming a unique realm.
"It's the Holy Land again!"
"Oh my god, Shangguan Liuyun, who ranks second on the list of geniuses, has actually reached the realm of sword master?"
"But even Xiao Yan is no match for Shen Chenfeng."
"Can he defeat Shen Chenfeng?"
Seeing Shangguan Liuyun take action, the crowd around him started talking again.
Shen Chenfeng stopped, looked up at the figure in front of him, raised his brows, and said, "Sword cultivator?"
"good."
Shangguan Liuyun's whole body became more powerful, and a high fighting spirit continued to surge through his body.
"Do you want to avenge that man?"
Shen Chenfeng pointed at Xiao Yan's body and said casually.
"No."
Shangguan Liuyun's eyes were firm, and his voice was full of strong determination, and he said: "My swordsmanship has reached a bottleneck. Now I want to fight you to sharpen my swordsmanship."
"You have a good momentum. Under normal circumstances, I might give you a few pointers."
"But today, you came at the wrong time."
A frightening cold light flashed in Shen Chenfeng's eyes, and his voice was extremely heavy as he said: "I came today to kill people. If you stand in my way, you will probably die."
"If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening!"
Shangguan Liuyun trembled all over, and the flying sword in his hand seemed to feel his fighting intent. There was a slight sword cry and said: "Shen Chenfeng, even if I die in your hands today, I will never die." Take a step back."
"Yeah?"
Shen Chenfeng's voice was cold and terrifying, and he wanted to say something.
"Shen Chenfeng, we came here today to question Lin Jiantong."
Xia Zixuan stepped forward and took Shen Chenfeng's palm, speaking softly and in a low voice: "Don't kill innocent people indiscriminately."
"That's all."
Shen Chenfeng withdrew the murderous look in his eyes, took Xia Zixuan's hand, lowered his head and continued walking.
Every time he took a step, Shangguan Liuyun felt as if he was struck by lightning, his body continued to tremble, and he retreated backwards.
After exiting more than ten steps in a row.
"Shen Chenfeng, draw your sword!"
Shangguan Liuyun suddenly roared, and his whole body's momentum rose into the sky, shaking the sky thousands of miles away, and said: "Today, I want to fight you openly and honestly."
Shen Chenfeng didn't answer and continued walking forward.
boom!
When his kick landed, Shangguan Liuyun's soaring aura was shattered instantly as if he had been hit by an invisible fist.
His whole face turned pale, and he stepped back more than ten steps uncontrollably.
But he gritted his teeth, even biting his lip, and a trace of blood spilled out. He didn't even notice it, and said: "Shen Chenfeng, draw your sword and fight with me."
boom!
Shen Chenfeng took another step forward, rushing towards him with a terrifying momentum, sending Shangguan Liuyun flying straight away.
After spinning in the air for more than ten times, he twisted his body strangely and landed smoothly on the steps.
Immediately afterwards, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Holy shit!"
"What's going on?"
"Shen Chenfeng didn't attack at all, but why did Shangguan Liuyun suddenly fly out?"
"Is it possible that Shangguan Liuyun's strength can't even resist Shen Chenfeng's momentum?"
Looking at the scene in front of them, the crowd was shocked and confused.
"Shen Chenfeng, draw your sword."
Shangguan Liuyun held the hilt of the sword with one hand and the ground with the other, still saying the same words: "Today, I want to fight you openly and openly."
"Shen Chenfeng."
Xia Zixuan frowned slightly, as if she couldn't bear it.
Kick, kick, kick!
Shen Chenfeng took three steps in succession, but strangely, no momentum was revealed this time.
"you?"
Shangguan Liuyun was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss.
"Draw your sword."
Shen Chenfeng lowered his eyes and said indifferently.
"good."
Shangguan Liuyun was immediately ecstatic, his whole body surged with energy, and his flying sword trembled.
But the next moment, his whole body froze.
quiet.
Deathly quiet.
Everyone looked at Shangguan Liuyun, waiting for a wonderful swordsmanship competition.
But Shangguan Liuyun stood there like a statue, his body motionless.
"What's going on?"
"Shangguan Liuyun, weren't you clamoring for a competition just now?"
"But now, why is it suddenly not moving?"
The crowd gradually realized something was wrong and started talking with surprise.
"Shangguan Liuyun, what are you doing?"
Zhao Chuanxiong thought that Shangguan Liuyun had fallen under Shen Chenfeng's illusion, so he couldn't help but shout loudly, his voice filled with soul-shaking power.
Shangguan Liuyun trembled all over, and his forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat.
He turned around silently, with an expression on his face that was uglier than crying, and said, "I can't pull out my sword."
"What?"
"Can't draw the sword?"
"What the hell is going on?"
The crowd looked confused, obviously not understanding what this meant.
"What do you mean?"
Zhao Chuanxiong seemed to be thinking about his body, his face suddenly changed, and he asked in horror: "You mean, you don't dare to fight Shen Chenfeng with the fairy sword in your hand?"
boom!
It was like a thunderous explosion.
The crowd gasped instantly, everyone was speechless and dumbfounded.
All immortal weapons have their own spirit.
They can think like humans and are also the cultivators' closest fighting partners. They rarely resist the cultivators' orders.
Unless there is an extremely dangerous situation.
However, Shen Chenfeng is only a cultivator of the seventh level of eternity, one level lower than Shangguan Liuyun.
But the weapon spirit didn't dare to fight.
Even because of fear, he couldn't even pull out the flying sword.
What the hell is going on?
Could it be that Shen Chenfeng deliberately hid his cultivation?
Or is the immortal weapon in Shangguan Liuyun's hand broken?
The crowd looked confused, not knowing what was going on.
But as the person in charge, Shangguan Liuyun, his heart was extremely clear.
The weapon spirit dare not fight.
This shows that Shen Chenfeng's swordsmanship has far surpassed his.
"Impossible, impossible."
"I have cultivated to the realm of Sword Saint. What kind of cultivation level does Shen Chenfeng have? Why don't I dare to fight?"
"Could it be, could it be..."
As if thinking of something, Shangguan Liuyun suddenly raised his eyes, saw the figure in front of him, and immediately shouted, "Shen Chenfeng, you have actually reached the realm of the sword god?"
"What, the realm of the sword god?"
"How is this possible?"
"There is only one sword god in the entire Lingwu Continent."
"How old is Shen Chenfeng, how can he possibly become a swordsman?"
Wow!
One stone stirs up a thousand waves.
Everyone made incredible sounds and looked at Shen Chenfeng in disbelief.
Shen Chenfeng smiled coldly.
"You can't even draw your sword in front of me, and you dare to say that you want to compete with me in swordsmanship?"
Shen Chenfeng shouted loudly, and a terrifying aura rose up from his body, rushing over like a flood, and shouted sternly: "You are embarrassed, why don't you get out of here?"
[The author has something to say]
Happy New Year everyone, I wish you all a happy New Year.
