Peerless Martial Soul

Chapter 1955 Did I let you run away?

"Three days ago, you told me that you were looking forward to meeting me in the competition."

"Because, this means that you have entered the next round, so now, you have got your wish, you have really met me."

"How is it? Are you happy?"

Chen Feng is smiling, but the smile on his face is cold!

Yang Wenyao's lips trembled and he couldn't say a word. In fact, his heart was full of only fear and despair.

At this time, a goose-yellow figure appeared in the crowd, and Chen Ziyuan seemed to always be wearing yellow cedar.

But this color also suits her very well. She has a very cute look. After matching it with this, it adds a bit of playfulness.

Seeing her arrival, many people laughed and said, "The gambling bureau is here again."

"No, it should be said that the person who stole our money is here again."

Everyone laughed.

Then, Chen Ziyuan took out the jade board again. The jade board was still from yesterday. The odds on Chen Feng's side were still one to one. On the other side, Yang Wenyao's odds were one to three hundred, which was the same as yesterday. Than, there is no change at all.

He just changed his name to Yang Wenyao's.

Chen Ziyuan faced everyone and said with a smile: "Everyone, today's gambling begins. Chen Feng still pays one for one, and Yang Wenyao pays three hundred for one. Come and place your bets."

This time, she greeted her very warmly, but unfortunately, everyone was just watching from outside, but no one was willing to place a bet.

"Haha, don't think we are fools. We were tricked by you once. How can we not understand this time?"

The reason why this situation occurred today was because Chen Feng's strength advantage was too obvious.

In this case, she was no longer depressed. A slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she stopped greeting business. She just looked at Chen Feng on the stage with a smile, full of expectation.

Before the competition started, several men in red came over from outside the crowd.

The faces of these men in red were very cold, and when their eyes glanced at Chen Feng, they were full of murderous intent. However, they did not approach Chen Feng's arena, but stood far away. Watching there.

The incense sticks were lit again, and the third round of competition was about to begin.

And when the incense burned out, Jian Mingjun's voice resounded across the square: "The competition begins!"

Chen Feng slowly pulled out the Kasyapa Precept-breaking Knife. He held the black blade in his hand and pointed it at Yang Wenyao in the distance.

His voice was as cold as the cold wind blowing from the far north: "Yang Wenyao, are you ready to die?"

Yang Wenyao's body has been trembling. Even though he knew that he was no match for Chen Feng, he was unwilling to admit defeat, so he kept holding on here.

A sneer appeared on Chen Feng's lips, his voice was extremely cold, and he uttered one word: "Death!"

As he spoke, he quickly swept forward and slashed out with Kasyapa's breaking sword in his hand.

The fifth sword of the Eight Desolate Nirvana Slash was slashed out fiercely. The extremely tyrannical power suddenly exploded and struck at Yang Wenyao with an extremely fierce momentum.

At this time, feeling this terrifying aura and feeling that he might die at any time, Yang Wenyao showed a look of extreme fear. He let out a panicked shout, turned around and jumped under the ring. .

While running away, he shouted loudly: "I won't fight, I admit defeat!"

Everyone was stunned, not expecting such an ending.

Many people had a look of sneer on their faces: "This Yang Wenyao is really an eggless waste. He was holding on hard before, but now he is about to fight, but he immediately surrenders and admits defeat."

"If you want to hold on, just hold on!"

"Yes, or you admit defeat from the beginning, which will make everyone disappointed!"

When Yang Wenyao jumped to the audience, he turned back in the air, looked at Chen Feng with a face full of resentment, and shouted: "Chen Feng, just wait for me, I won't let you go!"

"I am not your opponent, but I will definitely find someone to kill you! You will definitely die! I will definitely kill you! What a shame for Yixue today!"

Obviously, he felt that he would definitely escape this time, so he became arrogant again and openly threatened Chen Feng.

At this time, Chen Feng had a mocking smile on his lips and said coldly: "Did I let you run away?"

As he spoke, Chen Feng's figure was like lightning, and he came behind Yang Wenyao in an instant.

Then, the extremely powerful slash of Kasyapa's breaking sword in his hand instantly turned into a gentle upward thrust.

He was able to perform such an extremely difficult move with ease. With this move, he hooked Yang Wenyao's clothes and then directly threw him backwards.

With a bang, he dropped it heavily onto the ring.

Yang Wenyao was completely stunned by this fall. He was in a mess and had stars all over his head. After a while, he came back to his senses, and then a look of extreme fear appeared on his face.

Because he discovered that he was still on the stage.

At this time, Chen Feng had turned around and slowly approached him. Thinking of what he had just said, the fear in his heart was like a tide that could not be contained.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Chen Feng's mouth and he said softly: "I didn't hear clearly what you just said. Can you say it again?"

Yang Wenyao squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said quickly: "Chen Feng, I was joking, you must not take it to heart, you are really joking!"

"Oh? Are you kidding?" Chen Feng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile: "Okay, then I'll make a joke to you too."

With that said, Chen Feng punched out, knocking him away and falling heavily onto the ring, spurting out blood and breaking his bones and tendons.

Chen Feng walked forward, looked down at him, smiled and said, "I was joking with you!"

As he spoke, his fist slowly fell downwards again.

Yang Wenyao let out a shrill scream, like a slaughtered pig. He screamed crazily for mercy: "Chen Feng, please spare me, don't kill me, please don't kill me."

Tears and snot came out of his eyes, and he cried and begged.

Chen Feng smiled and said: "Okay, I won't kill you!"

"Ah? You won't kill me?" Yang Wenyao showed a look of extreme ecstasy on his face.

At the same time, there was still deep-seated resentment in his eyes, and a voice roared crazily in his heart: "I will definitely kill you, Chen Feng, if you make me suffer so much humiliation, I will definitely kill you! "

This man is vicious and only thinks about how to kill Chen Feng.

At this moment, the smile on Chen Feng's face suddenly turned cold, and he punched Yang Wenyao hard, directly breaking Yang Wenyao's heart.