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The edge of the long sword pierced the air, and a cyan light suddenly appeared, and the sword energy rushed out, and the cyan sword light turned into a huge phantom, cutting Zongtong straight, Zongtong made a move, punched with both hands, wide open and close, fist The wind was turbulent, and the wind was blowing violently. For a while, the sky was full of fist shadows, and the momentum was overwhelming.

The sword glow cut through Zong Tong's fist, and slashed straight towards Zong Tong's forehead.

This was the first sword of Da Luo's Nine Swords. Jiang Feng did not hold back when he made a move. He knew that facing an opponent like Zong Tong, he could only choose to kill with one blow.

Zong Tong's face changed suddenly as the sword qi approached him. He realized that no matter how domineering his fist style was, he would still be unable to break through Jiang Feng's sword qi.

What kind of sword technique is this? How could it be so weird?

This suddenly made Zong Tong a little flustered, and he began to doubt whether he could really keep Jiang Feng. Deep down, he even thought of quitting.

However, this idea just flashed through his mind, and he was immediately rejected. He was more than one round older than Jiang Feng, and the dangers he encountered and the combat experience he had honed in those dangers were far superior to Jiang Feng's. How much higher, no matter how talented Jiang Feng was, he was still too young after all. Being young meant that his foundation was not stable, and it also meant that he was easily impatient.

No matter how strong this sword is, he can't retreat. As long as Jiang Feng's heart is disturbed, Jiang Feng's sword will will be in chaos. At that time, it is time to kill Jiang Feng.

It's just that Zong Tong didn't know that although Jiang Feng hadn't risen for a long time, in terms of combat experience and scheming, he was many times more sophisticated than him, which was far beyond what he could imagine.

"Roar!"

With a roar, Zong Tong faced Jiang Feng's slashed sword, and rushed forward instead of retreating.

"This is Zong Tong?" Dong Zhenghe was a little surprised.

Dong Xuan was also a little puzzled, and quickly understood, and said: "Jiang Feng's sword is very strong, and it is estimated that it would be difficult for me to retreat completely. Zong Tong must have realized this, so he chose to put all his eggs in one basket. But It's amazing that Jiang Feng can push Zong Tong to this extent with a single strike."

"It's no wonder Xiaowan admires him quite a lot. This young man has a very contagious aura. Even in the face of today's situation, he still hasn't retreated in the slightest. Instead, he has always been brave and diligent." Dong Zhenghe sighed.

"He said that the road he will take in the future is destined to be full of thorns and ups and downs. Maybe what happened today is really just a small difficulty for him." Dong Xuan said thoughtfully.

"It is undeniable that Jiang Feng's potential is amazing, but he is too hard-edged. He is easy to break and easy to be envied. I'm afraid it's not a good thing." Dong Zhenghe said regretfully.

Dong Xuan smiled and said: "Young people should be like this, not to be envied is a mediocrity, besides, he is different from you, even from me, if he really insists on going that way, he is doomed There is no way out, we can only go forward bravely and persevere.”

Dong Zhenghe frowned and pondered, he stopped talking, and gradually felt pity for talent in his heart, but the matter has come to this point, and there is no room for maneuver, which makes Dong Zhenghe a little regretful, if he had known this earlier, maybe he could consider what Dong Xiaowan said Those words, but thinking about them now is a bit of an afterthought.

"It seems that the winner is about to be decided." Next to him, Wen Fan whispered to Wen Chuan.

He still attached great importance to Wen Chuan. Although Wen Chuan lost to Jiang Feng, it was not because Wen Chuan was too weak, but because Jiang Feng was too strong.

And through the battle between Jiang Feng and Zong Tong, Wen Fan saw a lot of things. He knew that Wen Chuan's defeat was not wronged. Speaking of Wen Chuan was not seriously injured, it was the result of Jiang Feng's mercy. , he just couldn't say it anyway.

Wen Fan's strength is not as good as Jiang Feng and Zong Tong's, so he can only see a general idea, which is not very certain.

It seems that through the battle with Jiang Feng, Wen Chuan learned a lot, and there was a rare look in his usually restrained eyes, which made his temperament so different. Hearing what Wen Fan said, he secretly smiled wryly .

Jiang Feng hadn't tried his best to make a move before, but in that situation, he still showed an invincible aura. This kind of character was really amazing, and he was convinced to lose.

"Yeah, the winner is about to be decided, I hope..." Wen Chuan stopped abruptly at this point, and did not say the following words.

Wen Fan looked at Wen Chuan suspiciously, not knowing what else he wanted to say later, but Wen Chuan didn't say anything, and he didn't ask, and looked in the direction of the ring intently.

Zong Tong used his speed and strength to the extreme. A punch is faster than a punch, and a punch is stronger than a punch. The truth he believes in is very simple. In the face of his own power, it is absolutely difficult to display one-tenth or two of its power.

Zong Tong's series of movements were incredibly fast, giving birth to the full potential of his body, and he played it perfectly. Not to mention the horror of others watching, Zong Tong himself was extremely satisfied, and there was a little smile on his face.

But soon, all the smiles on Zong Tong's face froze, and even his expression became stiff.

No matter how domineering his fist style was, he still couldn't break through the forceful sword. The sword energy shattered the fist wind and pierced his chest like a bamboo.

Zong Tong's eyes full of ferocity, at this moment, there was a strong look of panic. Jiang Feng's sword made him feel cold all over his body, and he felt the threat of death.

That kind of threat was so strong that his fighting spirit, which had always been unrestrained, faded a lot.

"Is it going to be defeated?" Zong Tong couldn't believe it. How could Jiang Feng be so strong? He is still so young. How could I be defeated by such a yellow-haired kid with such a strong background.

Zong Tong's complexion was pale, and he muttered dully to himself, the original high spirits gradually disappeared, and his eyes also became dim.

He couldn't believe that he would lose!

Over the years, among his peers, he has almost soared into the sky, leaving everyone far behind. Even though he had contempt for Jiang Feng, that contempt soon restrained himself and fought with all his strength. .

However, even though he tried his best, the final result still made him feel like he was struck by lightning.

"No, I'm not willing, I won't lose, break it for me!" Zong Tong's eyes were swollen, his eyes were sharp, and he looked like a madman. He swung his palm and slapped the sword in Jiang Feng's hand.Only in this way can he have room to turn defeat into victory.

Jiang Feng's face was gloomy, his wrist shook slightly, and the edge of the long sword slashed across, leaving a deep bloodstain on Zong Tong's palm. The blood spattered, and Zong Tong took the opportunity to retreat quickly.

"Are you hiding?" Jiang Feng smiled coldly, looking at Zong Tong who was showing signs of going crazy with his eyes indifferently, without any other emotions.It must be known that once Zongtong made a move, he had no intention of showing mercy at all. It was clearly intended to kill him, which was beyond the scope of discussion.

That being the case, how could Jiang Feng keep his hands back? With a killing intent in his heart, the long sword in his hand trembled, and he went straight after him.

"laugh!"

Zong Tong got a sword in his chest, and the figure staggered back a few meters in an extremely embarrassing way, and retreated to the edge of the ring.

Jiang Feng's eyes drooped slightly, he suppressed the boundless killing intent, stepped on his feet, his figure was like the wind, and struck again with his sword.

This Zongtong is extremely difficult to deal with. Compared with the judge, he is only stronger than weaker. If he hadn't been lucky enough to break through to the seventh level of body refinement, Da Luo Nine Swords' first sword comprehension would be deeper. Let Zongtong succeed.

"Jiang Feng, don't you want to kill me?" Zong Tong shouted violently. At this moment, he also felt the murderous intent overflowing from Jiang Feng's body, which made his heart tremble.

"You haven't conceded defeat yet, of course I'm going to make a move." Jiang Feng's voice was emotionless.

"I...I admit..."

Zong Tong was completely terrified. He thought that killing Jiang Feng would be like weeding, without any effort, but the final result was as expected. The murderer became the murdered instead.

Moreover, he could tell that Jiang Feng's character was decisive, and once he made a move, he would not leave any room for it. If he persisted, he would probably give his life to Jiang Feng's hands today.

Although admitting defeat would sweep his self-esteem and pride to the ground, he is not the kind of rigid and pedantic person. No matter how strong the self-esteem is, no matter how much pride there is, it is far less important than a small life.

As long as you are alive, you will still have opportunities in the future. What you lost today will be found one day. Once you die, once everything is over, there will be nothing left.

However, Jiang Feng has already decided to kill the killer. How could he give Zong Tong another chance? Before Zong Tong could say the last word, he had already appeared in front of Zong Tong. go out.

"Zong Tong has already lost, you stop it." On the ring, the situation reversed, Zong Tong was in danger, Mr. Zong's complexion suddenly darkened, and he yelled loudly.

Jiang Feng was expressionless, as if he hadn't heard Mr. Zong's words, he still wiped out the sword.Wipe on Zongtong's neck.

"Not good." Zong Tong's face was ferocious, and he dodged frantically. The figure rushed up and fled towards the bottom of the ring.

"Leave it to me," Jiang Feng said in a low voice.

After the words fell, Jiang Feng grabbed Zong Tong's arm with a big hand, grabbed Zong Tong back abruptly, and stuck him on the ring.

With a heavy fall, Zong Tong fell to the ground, and his breath was extremely disordered. Originally, with his strength, even if Jiang Feng could defeat him, it would not be so easy. It's just that he was timid. In other words, it was not defeated by Jiang Feng, but by himself.

Zong Tong was also aware of this, and when he fell, he put his right hand on the ground of the ring, and the figure burst out.

"I said, you can't run away." Jiang Feng snorted coldly, and with a long sword in his hand, it lay across Zong Tong's neck, stopping him.