Peerless Martial Soul

"Then, every time I ravage the two sisters, I will let you watch."

As he spoke, he let out a burst of proud laughter, and the Zixia Peak disciples also joined in the fun:

"Senior Brother Lin, this is such a trick, this kid will be worse than dead every day from now on."

"Haha, that's right. He can see that he can't eat it. Watching the woman he likes being treated like this by you, Senior Brother Lin, the feeling... tsk tsk."

Chen Feng's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said calmly: "Are you done? Let's start the fight after you're done!"

Lin Zhengdong said coldly: "Okay!"

Everyone else made way for an open space.

The news that Chen Feng was going to challenge Lin Zhengdong spread across the core square at an extremely fast speed.

Soon, almost all the core disciples knew the time, and soon there were thousands of people surrounding them, all watching the duel with great anticipation.

"Who do you think can win?"

"Needless to say, that must be Senior Brother Lin. Senior Brother Lin is known as the number one person under the First Seat. He is a master in the middle stage of Tianhai Realm!"

"Not necessarily, I think Chen Feng is not weak either."

One person retorted: "Do you still remember? A few months ago, Chen Feng killed Tu Yuwu so easily!"

"Hey, Tu Yuwu is nothing! Can he compare with Senior Brother Lin? Tu Yuwu is a master of Tianhu Realm, and Senior Brother Lin is a mid-level master of Tianhai Realm. His strength is much higher than that of Tu Yuwu!"

"Although Tu Yuwu is also one of the so-called top ten disciples, he is actually ranked bottom among the top ten disciples, and senior brother Lin can at least be ranked in the top three!"

"Chen Feng can kill the masters of Tianhu Realm, which means that his strength should have reached Tianhu Realm, but it is far from the same as Tianhai Realm."

"Yes, I think so. Senior Brother Lin should be able to take care of him within two or three moves."

"Haha," a person who looked down on Chen Feng extremely said disdainfully: "Two or three moves? I think Chen Feng will be killed if he can't even block one move!"

"Chen Feng, I remember that your weapon is a knife." Lin Zhengdong looked at Chen Feng and said coldly: "Take out your knife!"

Chen Feng glanced at him, curled his lips slightly, showed a disdainful smile, and said lightly: "Do I still need a knife to deal with you?"

After hearing this, Lin Zhengdong's expression immediately changed. He looked at Chen Feng and said coldly: "Okay, Chen Feng, you are very arrogant. You succeeded in irritating me!"

"I tell you, next, I will show you the consequences of angering me!"

Chen Feng smiled slightly: "What are the consequences?"

"The consequences of angering me will be death!" Lin Zhengdong roared, jumped up in the air, and punched Chen Feng with both fists, with great force.

Both fists were in the air, blasting out fist shadows all over the sky.

A faint smile appeared on Chen Feng's lips. He stood there with his left hand behind his back, stretched out his right hand and slapped it lightly.

With a loud bang, Chen Feng's right palm and Lin Zhengdong's fists collided hard.

Chen Feng stood on the ground without changing his expression, with a calm smile still on his face, while Lin Zhengdong was knocked directly into the air, flew dozens of meters, and landed staggeringly.

His face turned red and he took a deep breath before spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He looked at Chen Feng, his face full of shock and anger, and shouted in disbelief: "You, how can your palm power be so powerful?"

Chen Feng smiled faintly, looked at him and said, "It's not that my palm power is strong, it's just that you are too weak."

The people around him burst into laughter after hearing this.

Many people also had shocked looks on their faces: "Chen Feng's palm power is so powerful. You must know that Lin Zhengdong is two levels higher than him!"

"It's really unexpected. It seems that Chen Feng's strength should have improved during the period of time he stayed outside."

"So what?" The man who looked at Chen Feng before said with a gloomy look on his face, full of resentment: "Lin Zhengdong's best skill is not palm skills at all, but sword skills."

"As long as he draws his sword, Chen Feng will definitely die!"

"That's right." Many people nodded in agreement.

The most praised thing about Lin Zhengdong is his swordsmanship. It is said that Master Yunling, the first master of Tongtian Peak, once praised him and said that his swordsmanship is extremely exquisite.

Chen Feng suddenly turned around and looked at the man who looked down on him.

He immediately recognized who this person was, and it turned out to be Lin Ming.

Chen Feng looked at Lin Ming, dozens of meters away, lightly slapped him twice with his hand, and said with a smile: "Your face will be very painful from my beating later."

Lin Ming's face instantly turned as red as a pig's liver.

Looking at Chen Feng, Lin Zhengdong showed a look of dissatisfaction on his face and said: "Chen Feng, what I am really good at is swordsmanship rather than applause."

"That move just now only used 30% of my power. Next, I will use sword skills. I can use 70% of my power to kill you!"

Chen Feng waved his hands impatiently and said, "Is it my fault? Then just use your sword. Did I stop you? Come on, I'm busy!"

This attitude made Lin Zhengdong furious. He roared loudly and unsheathed his sword.

His long sword is five feet long, but it is extremely thin, only as wide as a finger, and looks like a poisonous snake.

As soon as the sword thrust out, it was instantly brilliant and the sun shone brightly.

This sword seemed to have countless silver snakes stabbing Chen Feng.

Chen Feng felt that he was surrounded by long swords in all directions, and the long swords refracted the sunlight and dazzled his eyes, making it impossible to tell from which direction the attack was coming.

Among the onlookers, there was an older core disciple who smiled and said: "Lin Zhengdong has really mastered the Ten Thousand Snakes Silver Light Sword move to the extreme."

"He thrust out thousands of swords, and he very cleverly used the sword blade to reflect the sunlight, using the light to confuse the enemy's eyes."

"It makes it impossible for the enemy to judge where the sword is coming from, making it impossible to resist it."

"That's right," a person next to him said: "Chen Feng can't block this sword at all. I guess he will be directly pierced by the sword!"

Many people nodded, especially Lin Ming, who had a proud smile on his face and shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Lin, kill him!"

Lin Zhengdong laughed triumphantly: "Chen Feng, you can't tell where my sword came from."

"I have been practicing this move of Ten Thousand Snakes Silver Light Sword for five years. How can you resist it?"

Chen Feng smiled slightly and said, "Yes, I really can't tell where this tattoo came from?"

The expression on his face was still calm, but Lin Zhengdong felt even more angry at this scene, and shouted coldly: "Chen Feng, stop pretending, I know you are pretending to be calm."