Peerless Martial Soul

The young man in white and the young man in green looked at each other, a trace of pride flashed in their eyes. They did not challenge Chen Feng at all, but wandered away to confront him.

It was difficult for Chen Feng to attack them. The two of them kept wandering around and never faced him head-on.

Time passed by and the time limit was getting closer and closer, but Chen Feng still couldn't get rid of them.

Chen Feng used the Yuluofeihua sword technique again.

But these two people seemed to be very familiar with the Yuluo Feihua sword technique, and they carefully avoided the white flying flowers every time.

Yu Luofei's sword technique is useless against them!

Chen Feng couldn't attack them, and every time Chen Feng wanted to leave quickly, they would stick to him like two nasty flies!

"Hahahaha, it's useless!"

The young man in green shirt laughed wildly and said: "We have found out your details. With these two martial arts, my junior brother and I will not challenge you head-on, but only fight you, and we will definitely be able to entangle you. If you use us, there is no way Any way!"

"As long as I keep pestering you for half an hour, you will be late! Hahaha..."

The young man in white also shouted: "Now it seems that not only can we entangle you, but we can even kill you! Humph, the famous Chen Feng is nothing more than this!"

"Yeah?"

Chen Feng sneered: "Then come and try my Thunder Sword!"

His movements quickly changed from extremely strong and heavy to extremely fast. He used the Thunder Sword and stabbed hundreds of swords in one breath!

The face of the young man in white changed greatly, and he was filled with shock.

He didn't expect that Chen Feng's transformation speed would be so fast!

Just now it was a sledgehammer and an axe, now it is a short sword and dagger!

He quickly crossed the sword in front of him, and there was an extremely dense clanking sound, mixed with two screams.

Dozens of holes were stabbed out of the big sword in an instant. More than a dozen blood flowers burst out from the man in white!

Soon, the two figures separated.

Chen Feng was unharmed and stood proudly holding his sword. The big sword in the hand of the man in white has been stabbed into a sieve, with countless holes on it, and there are dozens of wounds on his body, dripping with blood, dyeing the white clothes red, looking extremely miserable.

Chen Feng also saw his appearance clearly.

He is a young man in his twenties, with a rough appearance and a burly figure.

The young man in white exclaimed in disbelief: "How is it possible? You can actually have such a light and swift swordsmanship? Impossible! When did you learn it?"

The young man in green shirt also had a look of horror on his face.

"Haha, do I have to tell you my trump card? Die!"

Chen Feng laughed.

The Ben Lei Sword was used, and this time, it enveloped the young man in green and the young man in white at the same time!

He practiced the Thunder Sword Technique when he was hunting the golden-armored giant bull. He had never used it in front of anyone in the Qianyuan Sect, so of course they didn't know his trump card.

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Broken Arrow Peak.

At this time, many people had gathered in the square outside the foreign sect's meeting hall.

The ten major disciples, except Chen Feng, all arrived.

There are still some elders here.

The leader of the outer sect, Zhuo Bufan, the Supreme Elder Su Zhaodong, Chen Guyun and others were all there.

Han Yu'er looked back at the mountain road that came up, and saw that it was empty and there was no figure she had been looking forward to, and she felt very anxious.

"Dad, why doesn't Chen Feng come? What happened to him?" Han Yu'er asked anxiously.

Han Cong was also very anxious, but he didn't show it and said calmly: "Don't worry, don't worry, Chen Feng is very steady, and he will definitely not be late if he knows the importance."

Elder Sun sneered and said: "Really? He is so stable and he comes so late? Doesn't it mean that everyone present is more stable than him?"

Ran Changling laughed and said, "Isn't this trash afraid to come?"

Qin Moling echoed on the side and said with a smile: "Young Master Ran is right."

"He's just a loser. He just won a few games by chance in the outer sect competition! Especially the one with Mr. Ran. If it wasn't for your kindness, Mr. Ran, and his shameless sneak attack, how could he have won?"

"In the eyes of those of us who have always been geniuses, he is still an ant!"

Qin Moling confuses right and wrong and is extremely shameless.

"The Bamboo Mountain Blessed Land Competition is a life-and-death fight, and there will be no mercy! Haha, this loser must be afraid that his true colors will be revealed and he will be killed, so he doesn't dare to come!" Ran Changling laughed wildly.

"You are talking nonsense!" Han Yu'er's face turned red with anger.

"Why are we talking nonsense?" Qin Moling chuckled and said, "Junior Sister Han, I think you were also deceived by that loser! If he wasn't timid, how could he not come now?"

Su Zhaodong, the Supreme Elder, had a cold expression on his face: "Sect Master, this Chen Feng is young, arrogant, arrogant, does not understand the rules, and despises the sect. At such a critical time, he dares to be late. He really deserves to be killed!"

"I propose that Chen Feng be disqualified from participating in the Zhushan Blessed Land Competition this time!"

Zhuo Bufan also looked a little ugly. He was about to leave now, but Chen Feng hadn't come yet.

He was originally very optimistic about Chen Feng, but Chen Feng's behavior made him very disappointed.

Chen Guyun said angrily: "That's bullshit! The time has not come yet, how do you know that Chen Feng won't come?"