The people in the confrontation were waiting for the sword to be drawn. At this moment, both the people and the sword were waiting for an opportunity to draw their swords.
Autumn was thick, and the wind was as cold as water and as sharp as knives.
Shuai Yifan had a sword in his hand, a black sword that had once dominated the world.
His left hand was holding the scabbard, and his right hand was not holding the hilt, but his hand could not help but hold the hilt. After retiring from the martial world for more than ten years, there was no one in the martial world who could make him want to draw his sword. But now, he did. However, he could not help but control the urge to draw his sword. He was already prepared to draw his sword, but he could not do so now.
Unsheathing a sword was equivalent to risking one's life. It was either you die or I die.
At this moment, he did not have the confidence to kill Chen Feng, nor did he have the confidence to defeat him. Although he wanted to draw his sword, he could not.
Shuai Yifan was waiting, waiting for an opportunity, a flaw.
A battle between experts was like a confrontation between two armies. They searched for the opponent's flaws and used their strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses.
However, Shuai Yifan still hadn't found the chance to strike, the chance to kill in one hit. He could only continue to wait.
He knew his own advantages and strengths.
His martial arts knowledge and adaptability were definitely not something that Chen Feng could compare to. However, he had to admit that it was difficult for him to have much of an advantage over Chen Feng in terms of stamina and spirit. Therefore, if he wanted to stand in an invincible position, he had to be fast and accurate with every attack, not giving his opponent any chance to counterattack.
At this moment, a white light flashed and the sword was unsheathed.
Shuai Yi Fan's eyes flashed with a dull look, and then he unsheathed his sword.
It was a sword, a sword as black as ink.
The black sword cut through the sky, leaving behind a long scar. The black light was as black as black, dark, dense, and narrow.
The iron sword was too fast. There was only a faint white light. The sword was like a golden rainbow flashing across the sky.
The two swords had yet to clash, but the two sword lights had already collided, shining with a dazzling cold light in the air.
A mountain-like pressure came from his hand. The light in Shuai Yifan's eyes became even brighter as he faced it calmly. Facing the overwhelming sword aura, he instantly turned into an unpredictable wind and cloud. He was unpredictable and formless. Facing Chen Feng's sword attacks that were getting heavier and more domineering, although he looked like a small boat on the sea that was about to sink at any moment, he was still able to handle it with ease and did not capsize.
Chen Feng's expression did not change. His attacks became fiercer and fiercer, and his moves became stranger and more varied. However, Shuai Yifan was like an iron plate. No matter how hard he attacked, he still had the upper hand.
Shuai Yifan didn't use many amazing moves, but every move was definitely useful and effective. Although Chen Feng was in a life-and-death battle with Shuai Yifan, he could not help but admire his opponent's profound understanding of the sword and his terrifying ability to adapt on the spot.
The sword Qi cut through the sky. Every time the two clashed, a large patch of bright red maple leaves would fly in the air. The sword light would be cut in half by the sword Qi, like a feather meeting water, sinking instantly. Only Murong Qiudi and Fei Yu were present. Murong Qiudi was born in a prestigious family, so her knowledge of martial arts could not be compared to ordinary people. Fei Yu was a deadly killer who had once crossed the line between life and death. Their understanding of martial arts was profound.
Murong Qiudi had already started to worry while they were still in a stalemate. When the sword was pointed at her, her heart was on tenterhooks, and it was the same now. Even Xie Xiaofeng, who was recognized as one of the top ten swordsmen by Wandering Know-it-all, had to admire her sharp eyes. She could tell that the battle between Shuai Yifan and Chen Feng had reached an extremely critical stage.
One sword victory, one sword defeat.
Even if one sword was born, one sword was dead.
Fei Yu's back was already covered in cold sweat, as if there were needles on his back. He also had a cold knife in his heart that was about to stab him at any time.
He was an assassin, and he had been living between life and death all year round. He was naturally more sensitive and clear about life and death than most people in the world. At this moment, he was watching Chen Feng and Shuai Yifan's battle. Every time he fought, he would feel a sense of excitement as if his life was on the line. A few days ago, Chen Feng had clashed with the Chinese team. Murong Qiudi had told him that although Chen Feng was unknown, his martial arts attainments were extraordinary. However, she did not believe him. Even if Chen Feng managed to escape from the Chinese team's swordsmen, she would rather believe that the Chinese team had let Chen Feng off. She did not believe that Chen Feng had the ability to defeat the Chinese team.
Now that he had personally witnessed the battle between Chen Feng and Shuai Yifan, he could not help but believe it. The current Chen Feng indeed had the capital to become an expert in the world.
"If I fight Chen Feng, how many moves can I block?”Fei Yu raised his head and looked at Chen Feng and Shuai Yifan, who were fighting on the mountain path.
In the past, he had some confidence, but now he had no confidence at all.
Shuai Yifan coldly waved his sword, his movement was like the wind and clouds in the sky, unpredictable and formless.
However, his sword was not the wind and clouds in the sky, but a mountain and sea stone pillar that was enough to establish the world.
Chen Feng's swordsmanship was ever-changing. It was strange and heavy. Sometimes, it was like a rugged mountain road, making it difficult to see his goal. Sometimes, they were like mountains falling from the sky, possessing the power to defeat thousands of troops. Sometimes like the wind, ever-changing and ingenious.
"In the current martial arts world, there might be many people who can compete with Chen Feng in terms of the variety of sword techniques. However, no one in the martial arts world can compare to Chen Feng in terms of the ease with which he changes his moves.”At this moment, whether it was Shuai Yifan, Murong Qiudi or Flying Feathers, they had to admit this.
Shuai Yifan's sword technique was different from Chen Feng's. Chen Feng's sword technique was sometimes unpredictable, sometimes deep and powerful, and sometimes sharp. It was difficult to describe it in a single sentence. However, Shuai Yifan's sword technique was different. When Chen Feng fought with Shuai Yifan, he only had one evaluation of Shuai Yifan's sword technique: It was precise and fatal.
Shuai Yifan's every attack was extremely accurate, as if he had planned it out beforehand. Every move was deadly, as if the sword had already been set where it should be unsheathed before it was drawn. In the past, Chen Feng did not think that Shuai Yifan was very powerful before he fought him. However, he now understood how terrifying Shuai Yifan was.
Anyone who fought against Shuai Yifan would feel powerless because the opponent would feel that Shuai Yifan wasn't a person, but a machine. A machine that had studied sword techniques for many years. Right now, this machine's understanding of sword techniques had reached an extreme level. No matter what kind of technique he faced, he would be extremely calm, like an iron plate that was difficult to break.
If this continued, Chen Feng believed that he had at least a 50% chance of winning with his stamina. However, he did not want to obtain such a victory. With a flick of his wrist, his technique changed again.
With a flick of his wrist, a ball of light appeared on the tip of the sword. Chen Feng dived down with the sword in hand. He and the sword turned into lightning as they charged towards Shuai Yifan. At this moment, Chen Feng had already pushed the movement technique he had comprehended over the past few days to the limit.
When he saw the sword light, the sword had already appeared in front of him.
Shuai Yifan took a step back and used his sword to fight back.
Chen Feng circulated his movement technique to the extreme. At the same time, he used his lightning-fast sword technique to launch a series of attacks on Shuai Yifan. In Murong Qiudi and Fei Yu's eyes, it was as if seven or eight people were attacking Shuai Yifan from different directions and angles at the same time.
Murong Qiudi's beautiful eyes sparkled, and even the calm Fei Yu couldn't help but feel amazed.
Not only did he admire Chen Feng's swordsmanship, but he also feared Shuai Yifan.
It was hard to imagine that this famous martial artist who had retired from the martial arts world for more than ten years had such a terrifying level of understanding of sword techniques and quick reflexes on the spot.
He even thought that it was only a matter of time before Shuai Yifan defeated Chen Feng.
Shuai Yifan waved his sword to deal with Chen Feng's lightning-fast, precise, and ruthless attacks. His thoughts were different from Fei Yu's.
It was said that those who were involved were confused, and those who were watching were clear. In fact, sometimes the onlookers were confused, and the authorities were clear.
From his point of view, perhaps Chen Feng had not lost because he had passed the #Insight Review: Daguan Time:05 15 2019 5:45PM
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