Whether it was Murong Qiudi or Flying Feathers, the battle between Chen Feng and Shuai Yifan was like a needle against a wheat. The outcome could be decided at any moment. Chen Feng's attacks were as fast as the wind, as fierce as a tiger, as cunning as a viper, and unpredictable. Shuai Yifan was like an iron plate, defending tightly.
All martial artists understood one thing. The attacker would often expend more energy and spirit than the defender. If the two were evenly matched, the attack would be exhausted, but the defense would not.
Therefore, both Murong Qiudi and Fei Yu believed that Chen Feng would be defeated by Shuai Yifan. As for how he would lose, it was only a matter of time.
As the saying goes, the people involved are confused and the bystanders are clear, but sometimes the bystanders are confused and the authorities are clear.
"Outstanding and unrestrained." This was Shuai Yifan's evaluation of Chen Feng.
The swordsmen fought like two armies. A swordsman would never attack easily. Once he attacked, he would attack the opponent's weakness. Shuai Yifan was a genius in the path of the sword and an expert in sword arts. He naturally understood this principle. As a result, when the two of them were facing each other, he did not find Chen Feng's weakness, so he did not attack. However, he did not expect Chen Feng to attack at a time like this. He attacked when he had no weaknesses and did not attack any of the fatal parts of his body.
As he had not expected it, he had caught him off guard. It was precisely because he had caught him off guard that Chen Feng had the upper hand. As a result, there was no flaw on his body. However, because Chen Feng had attacked him with his sword, there was a flaw.
This confrontation was broken by this sword strike.
Just this alone made Shuai Yifan look at Chen Feng in a new light. Moreover, this was not the only thing he saw.
After the first strike, Chen Feng exchanged moves with him. In just a few moves, Chen Feng's sword technique changed again and again.
Every change in his moves caught him off guard, and every change in his moves was particularly unexpected, making it difficult to find any flaws. One sword after another, sometimes like a storm, sometimes like a mountain pressing down, sometimes like a mountain toppling the mountains, sometimes like a storm, it was difficult to see the changes and charm of the next sword move.
In all fairness, Shuai Yifan had to admit that he had lived in seclusion in the mountains for ten years. It was not because he had a new understanding of the sword and the sword path, but because he might not be able to deal with Chen Feng's unpredictable and endless moves. Even so, he was not confident that he could defeat Chen Feng. At the very least, he did not have a way to defeat Chen Feng until now.
At this moment, Chen Feng's sword technique changed again.
It was as fast as lightning.
The sword light flew down like rain, heading straight for Commander Yifan.
A silver sword stabbed into Shuai Yifan's eyes.
Chen Feng's sword technique was already extremely fast, but the speed and strength of his sword was twice as fast as before. It was almost impossible to tell with the naked eye.
Shuai Yifan blocked with his sword and retreated a few steps, stabilizing his body.
One sword had just landed, and another sword rose.
However, at this moment, Shuai Yifan had already stabilized his body. Although it was a little difficult for him to deal with it, he was starting to calm down.
In three breaths, Chen Feng had already stabbed out thirteen times. He had also turned around seven to eight times.
This was not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that Chen Feng's every stab was extremely lethal and difficult to dodge. Be it the timing or angle, it was just right. If Chen Feng's opponent was not Shuai Yifan, he would have already fallen under Chen Feng's sword. It was precisely because Chen Feng's opponent was Shuai Yifan that Shuai Yifan was able to deal with him calmly and advance and retreat freely.
Murong Qiudi and Fei Yu's emotions fluctuated between light and heavy. When they saw Chen Feng's sword move change and force the impregnable Shuai Yifan to retreat step by step, they felt much more relaxed. However, when he saw Shuai Yifan gradually stabilize his body and move under the fierce sword technique, he was shocked and his heart sank.
At this moment, they even believed that Chen Feng would definitely lose.
In fact, any martial arts expert who saw this scene would think that Chen Feng was definitely going to lose.
This was because no matter who saw Chen Feng at this moment, they could tell that although Chen Feng's sword was still sharp, his strength was gradually depleting as his moves clashed. Shuai Yifan's defense was strenuous, but he had to rely on his remaining strength. It was obvious that as long as Shuai Yifan remained calm and prepared, Chen Feng would definitely exhaust his energy. At that time, the outcome would naturally be decided.
The sword in his hand was an ink sword.
Shuai Yifan had not pulled out his black sword for 14 years. He had also not felt an opponent who could make him pull out his sword for 14 years. This time, he saw Chen Feng and pulled out his black sword.
Chen Feng was indeed someone who had the right to make him pull out the black sword. However, he did not pull out the black sword to kill Chen Feng. He was unwilling to kill Chen Feng, so he did not attack at this moment. Instead, he continued to defend.
If he wanted to deal with Chen Feng, he would have to wait for an opportunity to turn the tables, but he did not. He only wanted to stop Chen Feng from going to the Divine Sword Mountain Villa. That was all.
To be honest, he was starting to admire Chen Feng, this unknown swordsman. There were quite a few prodigies in the martial arts world today. Chen Feng might not be considered a peerless genius, but his talent in the way of the sword was extraordinary. Moreover, his extremely brilliant lightness skill was unprecedented.
He did not want to kill anyone. He wanted to see what kind of reputation Chen Feng would have in the martial arts world in ten or even twenty years.
Chen Feng continued to swing his sword. No one changed their sword moves. The speed of his sword was still sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Chen Feng's energy was gradually exhausted as he swung his sword.
At this moment, even Shuai Yifan thought that Chen Feng was going to lose. However, when faced with Chen Feng's final light sword attack, he wanted to retaliate, but he realized that his speed was much slower than before. By the time he reacted, the sword was already three inches away from his chest. He had just raised his sword.
At this moment, the most shocked ones weren't Shuai Yifan, but Murong Qiudi and Fei Yu.
Murong Qiudi and Fei Yu were watching the battle with all their attention. If not for that last strike, they would have seen the shock in Shuai Yifan's eyes. They would have thought that Chen Feng's ordinary strike had defeated Shuai Yifan because Shuai Yifan was deliberately showing weakness. However, that did not seem to be the case.
Murong Qiudi was shocked,[That sword strike was clearly the same as the previous one, but why is the result so different?]
Murong Qiudi couldn't figure it out, and neither could Feiyu.
Shuai Yifan could not figure it out either. He held the black sword in his hand and stared at Chen Feng silently.
Chen Feng's face was already a little pale. He held the sword in his hand and sheathed it. He nodded at Shuai Yifan and stood straight in front of him without saying a word.
Time seemed to have stopped.
Shuai Yifan didn't say anything, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter. Murong Qiudi could even see the light in Shuai Yifan's eyes.
After a moment of silence, Shuai Yifan sheathed his sword and reached out to Chen Feng. He sighed softly,"You're not bad."
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior." Chen Feng cupped his hands.”
Shuai Yi Fan smiled faintly, he pointed at the rugged mountain path behind him,""I should thank you. I lost this battle. I have lost before in my life, but I have never lost so foolishly and so decisively.”
Chen Feng looked at Shuai Yifan. He did not say anything. At this moment, he did not need to say anything, let alone show any pity.
Victory was victory, and defeat was defeat. This had always been the case since ancient times.
Chen Feng walked in front of Murong Qiudi and held her hand. He smiled and said,"Take me to see that man.”
Murong Qiudi did not say anything, nor did she shake off Chen Feng's hand. Instead, she pulled Chen Feng up the Emerald Cloud Peak very naturally, with Feiyu following behind them.
Shuai Yifan stood straight. He did not move and only looked at the backs of Chen Feng, Murong Qiudi, and Fei Yu.
Suddenly, a slightly hoarse voice sounded in his ears.
"You lost."
Shuai Yifan didn't turn around, he said lightly,"Yes, I was defeated, and I was defeated wholeheartedly. Therefore, you should be worried now.”
"What should I worry about?"
Shuai Yifan's eyes flashed with a strange light,"You have to worry about whether your precious son can defeat Chen Feng.”
After a moment of silence, the voice sounded again."You think he can beat Xie Xiaofeng?”
Shuai Yifan's tone was still calm,"Yes, he can defeat Xie Xiaofeng. At least he has a better chance than Yan Thirteen.”
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