No one wanted to die, and neither did Chen Feng.
If a person was living well, why would he seek death?
Red Sparrow from the Central Plains was a terrifying swordsman, and he was also the most expensive assassin in the martial arts world. If it was a sword competition, there were not many people in Jianghu who could match up to Red Spot in the Central Plains. Until now, there were not many people in the game who were confident that they could defeat One Red from the Central Plains, not even people like Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Thirteen, who were ranked among the top ten swordsmen in Wandering Know-it-all's Weapon List.
The confrontation between swordsmen did not only depend on the martial arts cultivation of the person, but also on the adaptability of the situation on the spot.
The Red Dot of the Central Plains had killed many people, but very few people had seen him use his sword. Those who had seen him use his sword were basically dead. Therefore, few people in Jianghu knew how terrifying and vicious the Red Dot of the Central Plains 'swordsmanship was.
Chen Feng did not know either. Although he had heard of the name 'Red in the Central Plains' in the past and had even seen the name 'Red in the Central Plains' more than once in Gu Long's novels, this was the first time he had met Red in the Central Plains.
Chu Feng had already gambled his life on this meeting.
Anyone who wanted to force Red Sparrow to draw his sword would risk their life, and Chen Feng was no exception.
Chen Feng did not want to die. Be it in the past or now, he did not want to die.
If he had met Murong Qiudi ten days ago, he would never have admitted that he was Yan Thirteen and would never have challenged One Red from the Central Plains.
At that time, his martial arts attainments were not bad, but he did not really like the sword. However, it was different now. He had already fallen in love with the sword and was obsessed with it. He wanted to improve his sword arts attainments and improve his Sword Dao realm.
Therefore, when the Red Spot of the Central Plains appeared, he did not hesitate to say that he was Yan Thirteen. He wanted to see the Red Spot of the Central Plains 'sword, even if he might lose his life.
Some people did not value their lives, whether it was others 'lives or their own. Red from the Central Plains was definitely such a person. At this moment, he believed that Chen Feng was also such a person, a person who did not care much about his own life.
Some things were more important than life, such as swords.
Red from the Central Plains had always suspected that Chen Feng was not Yan Thirteen. Even now, he was no exception when facing Chen Feng. However, he was willing to see Chen Feng's sword.
He was willing to see Chen Feng's sword not because he was certain that Chen Feng was Yan Thirteen, but because he wanted to kill Yan Thirteen.
It was sincerity.
Five years ago, Red Spot from the Central Plains became famous in the game. Within a year, he took on twelve business deals in a row and killed twelve top-notch masters in the game. That year, his name shook the game, but he disappeared without a trace.
No one knew why he had disappeared. Only one person knew.
This person was Ximen Chuixue. That year, Red Spot of the Central Plains met Ximen Chuixue. He asked Ximen Chuixue about the true meaning of sword cultivation.
Ximen Chuixue said sincerely.
Only by being sincere in one's heart and in one's sword would one have a chance to reach the peak of the sword path. Now that he saw the word 'sincerity' in Chen Feng, he was willing to give Chen Feng a chance to draw his sword.
In the maple forest, the red leaves were like blood. Some were hanging on the trees, while others were falling to the ground from the sky.
Chen Feng and Red from the Central Plains stood facing each other for fifteen minutes.
Neither Chen Feng nor One Red from the Central Plains spoke for fifteen minutes. Although neither of them spoke, they understood each other's intentions.
They were all waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to strike.
Red from the Central Plains was not in a hurry, and neither was Chen Feng. A person who was anxious would often not be able to cultivate high-quality sword techniques.
The quality of a person's sword technique was not only dependent on whether the person's sword technique was exquisite, but also whether the person knew when to draw his sword and when to wait.
It was obvious that both Chen Feng and Red from the Central Plains understood this word. In the eyes of many famous swordsmen, this word was something that most swordsmen could not do.
After fifteen minutes, Chen Feng retracted his sharp gaze. His eyes suddenly became very calm, and he even looked very ordinary. He quietly looked at the red dot in the Central Plains and cupped his hands."Please."
Red from the Central Plains did not say anything. His face, which was covered with a pale human skin mask, looked even paler. His eyes were sharper, but there was a hint of seriousness in them. He could tell that the opponent he was going to face today was a very terrifying opponent. Perhaps this person was not Yan Thirteen.
Clang!
The sword light danced as Chen Feng drew his sword. Shua, shua, shua. In an instant, Chen Feng had already stabbed out three times.
These three strikes were not only fast and urgent, but they also struck the vital parts of the Red Spot of the Central Plains.
The light in Red Spot's eyes grew brighter. He turned around and dodged the three swords. In his opinion, Chen Feng's sword was not very fast, but the viciousness of his moves could be considered extremely terrifying. If Chen Feng had used this move to deal with someone whose martial arts were on par with his, he believed that the person would have died under these three strikes. However, this time, Chen Feng was facing him.
As he dodged, Red from the Central Plains instantly returned three strikes. There was nothing special about these three strikes, but they were even more ruthless, crafty, and terrifying than the three strikes Chen Feng had just sent out.
Many famous people in Jianghu had commented on Red Sparkle's swordsmanship in the Central Plains, and they had come to the same conclusion: Red Spot's swordsmanship might not have reached the peak of perfection, but his attacks were so vicious that very few people in Jianghu could compare to him.
Such a fast, ruthless, and crafty sword technique was naturally extremely terrifying.
The sword was already in front of Chen Feng the moment it stabbed out. At this moment, the sword was no longer a sword, but a venomous snake hunting for food. It was as fast as lightning and was vicious.
Chen Feng's expression did not change much. The moment his sword stabbed out, he had already retreated and dodged the three fatal strikes from Red on the Central Plains.
Looking at the Lightness Skill that was as swift and graceful as a stream of light, A Little Red from the Central Plains was surprised. He had been in Jianghu for nearly ten years. In these ten years, he had seen all kinds of people and killed all kinds of people. However, he had never seen anyone who had mastered such a high level of Lightness Skill.
At this moment, he looked at Chen Feng's elegant qinggong and even thought that this person's qinggong might be comparable to Chu Liuxiang's unparalleled qinggong.
This thought flashed through his mind. At this moment, he shook his wrist, and sword light burst out from the tip of the sword like sparks. He instantly stabbed out thirteen times. This time, it was at least twice as fast as before. Moreover, under the dazzling sword light, no one could see the changes in this sword.
Red from the Central Plains had already begun to admire Chen Feng, but he would definitely not show mercy. In his opinion, the moment a martial artist fought, it was either life or death. There was no other possibility.
"The fastest sword in the Central Plains really lives up to its name.”Chen Feng sighed in his heart as he looked at the Red Spot of the Central Plains, who had instantly stabbed out thirteen more times. He had to admit that he would have died to the Red Spot of the Central Plains a month ago, but that might not be the case now.
While he was sighing in surprise, the sword qi had already swept over. At this moment, Chen Feng had already flown seventy to eighty feet away. However, the sword light was like a poison attached to his bones, chasing after him relentlessly, but it could not touch his clothes.
This was a sword aura that was faster than lightning, and this was also a movement technique that was faster than lightning.# Date:05 15 2019 5:45PM
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