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"Oh? A swordsman?" Chen Feng looked at Cen Jianyuan and smiled again: "Unfortunately, your sword is not strong enough, let your elders come down!"

As he said that, Chen Feng looked at a certain side of the sky with incomparably deep eyes.

"Really? I don't believe it!" Cen Jianyuan sneered again and again, an astonishing sword energy burst out of his eyes.

At the same time, the flying sword under Cen Jianyuan's feet chuckled suddenly, and a sharp sword energy shot out from its blade continuously.

"Take my blow and see if I'm strong enough!" Cen Jianyuan yelled angrily, and the flying sword under his feet had appeared beside him at some point, pointing at Chen Feng like a poisonous snake spewing out letters.

There was no panic on Chen Feng's face, he looked at Cen Jianyuan as if he was watching a clown performing, his eyes were playful.

"Tear the sky with one sword!" The fierce sword energy exploded, and the flying sword in front of Cen Jianyuan was like a round of scorching sun, flickering so hard that people couldn't open their eyes.

"It turned out to be a monk in the early stage of fusion?" Feeling the power of the sword light, everyone was shocked.

This Cen Jianyuan is very talented, at this age, he has reached the early stage of fusion, and has a bright future in the future!

"However, Chen Feng is a character who can be killed with a single sword even during the Tribulation Stage. In the early stage of fusion, it is still not enough!" People who knew Chen Feng's strength smiled in their hearts, so they were not in a hurry.

"hiss--"

The sword light tore through the sky, cut through a large space, and fell towards Chen Feng fiercely.

Chen Feng was not in a hurry, he just stretched out his two fingers, and pinched towards the sword light like lightning!

"Ding--"

The crisp sound shocked Cen Jianyuan.

"How is it possible?" Cen Jianyuan stared blankly at the flying sword firmly held by Chen Feng, his face full of disbelief: "My sword was blocked so easily?"

"You can't even protect your own sword well, so what right do you have to use a sword in front of me?" Chen Feng chuckled, and the contempt in his eyes made Cen Jianyuan's eyes turn red.

The next moment, Chen Feng bent his finger, and with a ding sound, Cen Jianyuan's flying sword snapped and turned into two pieces.

The broken sword hummed and trembled lightly, as if mourning for its own end.

"Let your elder come down, I think you have good talent, so spare your life!" Chen Feng threw away the broken sword casually, and turned his head away from looking at Cen Jianyuan.

"No, you dare to smash my Dao heart, you die!" Cen Jianyuan suddenly roared, and the broken half of the flying sword in his hand stabbed at Chen Feng's back.

"I don't know how to flatter you!" Chen Feng snorted coldly, a sword energy suddenly appeared behind him, and wiped it away towards Cen Jianyuan.

"Tear--"

Without any suspense, Cen Jianyuan's body exploded and retreated continuously, but his hand holding the sword was cut off by Qi Gen, dripping with blood.

"No—boy, break my son's hand, I want your life!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the sky, and a strong sword energy surged down, stabbing directly at the position where Chen Feng was.

"Are you finally willing to come out?" Chen Feng sneered, and with a random swipe of his right hand, dozens of sword lights greeted him immediately, smashing the sword energy into pieces.

The sword energy dissipated, and above a certain space in the sky, as if a sky curtain had been opened, a group of people and horses slowly appeared.

As soon as this group of people appeared, there was an overwhelming aura that immediately oppressed them. Among the people present, except for Chen Feng and Li Lingxi, the rest of them all showed a struggling look in the face of this aura.

"What a powerful breath?" Li Lingxi frowned beautifully. He had a feeling that even the weakest people in the sky had strength not weaker than hers: "Little Lincang City, how could There are so many strong people?"

"Little thief, take your life!" Among the group of people, a figure suddenly shot down, holding a flying sword, and shot towards Chen Feng, intending to start a fierce attack.

This is a middle-aged man, by appearance, he is somewhat similar to Cen Jianyuan.

"It turned out to be the strength of the tribulation period again. It seems that today is really going to be a massacre!" A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Chen Feng's mouth, and he had unconsciously grasped the Potianjian in his hand.

Using the Potian Sword meant that Chen Feng was really going to kill someone!

"Ding--"

The two came into contact instantly and collided like lightning.

Chen Feng stood firmly on the spot, but the monk who came down suddenly took a dozen steps back before he could barely stand still.

"Who are you?" Chen Feng looked at the middle-aged man with cold eyes, and his tone was cold.

"Cen family, Cen Nian!" While speaking, the middle-aged man rioted again, the flying sword in his hand seemed to tear everything apart, and the powerful sword light engulfed Chen Feng.

"The Cen family? Is it the Cen family again?" Chen Feng's heart suddenly moved, and immediately, a cold smile appeared on his face: "Since you want to kill me, you must be prepared to be killed by me!"

I saw Chen Feng swung the Potian Sword suddenly, as if a thunderbolt flashed across, and the three-color light flashed, and Cen Wushuang's body was cut in half in an instant.

Chen Feng's eyes were cold, but his heart was secretly excited.

During this period of time, Chen Feng was not just on the road. After more than a month of comprehension of the Potianyijian, Chen Feng's understanding of the unique move of the Potianyijian became more and more profound, and he was able to integrate the Potianyijian into ordinary skills. Among the sword moves.

This sword, Chen Feng imitated the luck method of Potian Yijian, which fused three completely different forces in the body, making the sword's power many times stronger.

This sword is not as powerful as the Potian sword, but it also has the shadow of the Potian sword.Moreover, this kind of attack does not require the terrifying consumption like the Heaven Breaking Sword. With Chen Feng's current strength, he can use this method to fight for a long time.

Bucket.

"The Heaven Breaking Sword created by the old master seems to be just a unique move, but it is actually a superb way of sword cultivation. Only by comprehending the Breaking Heaven Sword to a comprehensive level, can one use the profound meaning of the Breaking Heaven Sword like Chen Feng Integrate into ordinary sword moves, so that the power

Big increase, become a terrifying sword cultivator! "Sword Spirit Green Cloth muttered to himself in Chen Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, his eyes bright. "At first, I thought it would take him at least a thousand years to do this, but now even counting the time in the acceleration of time, it's only been more than 300 years , could it be that I really

I read it wrong?This guy is really a swordsman? "

These days, Chen Feng gave her more and more surprises.

"What? Cen Nian was killed by him with a sword?" In the sky, an old man who was the leader of the monks shrank his eyes and looked at Chen Feng coldly.

"This person is so powerful at such a young age, it can be seen that this person's swordsmanship must be extremely strong. This person must not be left behind!" Behind the old man, all the monks had cold eyes, looking at Chen Feng with a murderous aura.

Chen Feng could clearly sense their murderous intent.

He raised his head, with a questioning look in his eyes: "The one above is from the Cen family in Jianshan, Chenzhou, right?"

"Jianshan Cen's family?" Hearing Chen Feng's words, everyone on the ground looked shocked: "Jianshan Cen's family? A descendant of Jianzu?"