Peerless Martial Soul

Chapter 1914: Are you worthy?

Chen Feng looked at him, smiled and said, "Your slave Hong Tao said the same thing just now. What about now? Do you see how miserable he is now?"

A cold look appeared on Mr. Hong's face, and he said: "How can I be compared to this servant? My strength, even among the younger generation in Tianyuan Imperial City, can be considered average!"

"Isn't it just a joke to kill you?"

Chen Feng sneered: "Come on then, what nonsense are you talking about here?"

Mr. Hong was angered by his contemptuous attitude and shouted: "You little bastard, you are looking for death!"

With that said, with a loud sound, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed and stabbed at Chen Feng.

As soon as the sword thrust out, the entire hall was filled with howling cold wind, and there were thousands of sword shadows in the air. The sword shadows were layered on top of each other, as if they were going to fill the hall.

The people watching around felt as if there were countless large swords with sparkling cold light appearing in front of them, and they were fiercely killing them.

They all exclaimed: "This is a six-star Martial King level offensive!"

"That's right, this offensive move is one of the Hong family's unique moves! Once thrust out, it's like a mountain of swords pressing down. It makes people unable to resist and will be destroyed directly!"

"Chen Feng, do you think it can stop it?"

"I think it's terrible! This is a six-star Martial King-level offensive, and it's a trick that a big family can use to defeat the enemy. It's so exquisite!"

"Even if Chen Feng has some strength, his martial arts skills cannot match the powerful weapons inherited from these aristocratic families!"

"Yes, at this point, he is definitely at a disadvantage!"

Mr. Hong burst into wild laughter: "Chen Feng, use your strongest move. I want you to see it with your own eyes. Your strongest move is no different from trash in front of me. I will directly Easily destroyed!"

Chen Feng looked at him, suddenly curled up the corner of his mouth, revealed a disdainful smile, and said coldly: "Are you worthy?"

As he said this, he suddenly gave a cold shout, and his figure flashed like a bolt of thunder and lightning. In a flash, he appeared in front of Mr. Hong.

Then I saw him punch out.

Everyone around was watching this scene, waiting for Chen Feng's fist to be crushed by the mountain-like sword shadow.

But the next moment, they all had extremely shocked looks on their faces, and they all exclaimed: "This is impossible!"

But this is the fact!

Chen Feng's fist smashed all the mountain-like sword shadows into pieces, turning them into nothing and disappearing without a trace.

Then, Chen Feng's fist power did not weaken at all, and he continued to move forward and came to Mr. Hong.

Master Hong exclaimed in disbelief and hurriedly thrust out his sword, trying to resist.

But, it’s no use at all!

Chen Feng's fist continued to move forward, directly smashing his long sword to pieces, and then the next moment, it bombarded his chest.

Mr. Hong let out a shrill scream and was knocked away.

His chest was sunken, his sternum was shattered and he was gushing out. The blood was mixed with fragments of internal organs. He was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

He fell heavily to the ground. Chen Feng, whose whole body was shaking with trembling fingers, roared in disbelief: "How is it possible for you? How could you be so powerful?"

Chen Feng looked at him with a smile and said calmly: "I just said, you are not worthy of me using my strongest trick."

"I can use ordinary moves to make you miserable!"

At this moment, Mr. Hong's face was filled with burning pain. He was so disdainful to Chen Feng just now, but now he realizes that he is the one who is really ridiculous!

The next moment, he became angry with shame, his face turned red, and he let out a violent roar: "Uncle Zhou, kill him!"

"Yes! Master, as you wish!"

The middle-aged man who had been holding the sword and was silent next to him nodded in agreement, and then slowly walked forward!

He asked Mr. Hong, "How many moves do you want to kill him?"

"I don't care how many moves you take to kill him, the faster the better!" Mr. Hong roared loudly.

The middle-aged man nodded slowly, and a stiff smile appeared on his ancient and smooth face: "Okay, then I will kill him with one move."

Then, he turned around, looked at Chen Feng, and said coldly: "The young master asked me to kill you with one move, so I have no choice but to kill you with one move."

He said this very naturally, with an extremely arrogant attitude. He squinted his eyes and did not even look at Chen Feng.

Obviously, Chen Feng was not taken seriously at all!

"Oh? Really?" A disdainful smile appeared on Chen Feng's face, which felt very ridiculous.

This middle-aged man's strength is only at the peak of the Six-Star Martial King. He is nothing in front of Chen Feng, yet he dares to say such big words.

"That's right!" The middle-aged man nodded and said arrogantly: "With one move, I can completely kill you."

At this moment, Chen Feng suddenly shook his head slowly and extended a finger.

The middle-aged man was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Chen Feng said calmly: "If I can't kill you in one move, I will commit suicide."

The middle-aged Uncle Zhou was stunned for a moment when he heard these words, and then his eyes turned red and he became extremely angry.

The expert demeanor he had just pretended disappeared without a trace in an instant, and he roared: "Little brat, how dare you provoke me like this? You are really looking for death!"

People around him commented: "This Chen Feng is really arrogant! He actually said he wanted to kill Lao Zhou with one move?"

"That's right, Lao Zhou is a mysterious master invited by the Hong family. He is a first-level guest, and his strength has reached the peak of a six-star Martial King!"

"Even if Chen Feng can defeat Young Master Hong in the early stages of the Six-Star Martial King, there is absolutely no way he can be Lao Zhou's opponent!"

The burly young man laughed and said: "This Chen Feng, he said such big words and wanted to defeat Lao Zhou with one move, it is simply ridiculous!"

The middle-aged scribe chuckled next to him and said with disdain: "For such an ignorant untouchable, everything he does seems normal to him, but little does he know that it is ridiculous in our eyes. Incomparable.”

"That's right, you really can't reason with such an ignorant person." Others around him were also talking about it, not believing that Chen Feng could kill Uncle Zhou in one move!

The innkeeper. He shouted to Chen Feng impatiently: "Chen Feng, please kneel down and beg for mercy. This master can spare your life, so why are you struggling so hard?"

"Even if you have some strength, you can't be a match for the Six-Star Peak Martial King!"

His tone was commanding.

Chen Feng glanced at him indifferently, with murderous intent in his eyes, but did not speak!

Uncle Zhou slowly drew out the big sword in his hand, which was as wide as two palms and two and a half meters long. He jumped into the air and struck Chen Feng with a fierce sword.