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Chapter 245 The most hidden person! (3)

The most hidden person! (3)

"Okay, then I will not be polite."

Shen Fengchu's tone was normal, and his appearance was as if a familiar old man was doing homework, but his actions were not unusual.

Say you're welcome, you're welcome!
As he waved his sleeves, the sawdust on the high platform beside him also flew up together, like thousands of swords stabbing at the Tianshan old ghost opposite.

Every piece of wood, every piece of sawdust whistling with sound and with surging strength.

It's like a wave of swords, and it's like a rain of swords.

In this piece of wooden swords densely packed like migrating locusts, Shen Fengchu's person is also as light and agile as a butterfly, flying gracefully.

Not as fast as a flying sword, but as light as a feather, almost silent.

The other party was already the top three in the economic rankings 20 years ago, so Shen Fengchu certainly wouldn't let the big one take a peek.

He was talking and laughing, but he was extremely cautious when he shot.

Just now the old ghost of Tianshan mentioned that his sword was very fast. You must know that he was still in the audience at that time, with such a long distance and so many people, the old ghost of Tianshan could hear the speed of his sword. It proves how abnormal the ear power of this old blind guy is.

Therefore, Shen Fengchu's first move was already confused by Jian Yu, but he did the opposite, changing from fast to slow.

Thousands of sawdust flew towards him, but the Tianshan old ghost just stood on the ground, except for his slightly pricked ears, the rest of his body did not move at all.

It wasn't until countless pieces of wood had already rushed in front of him that he casually raised his crutch and waved it lightly in the air.

With one stick, the wind rises.

The jetted pieces of wood instantly deviated from their original track and shot sideways obliquely, but none of them could get within a walking stick in front of him.

At this time, Shen Fengchu's people had also come in front of him, one crutch away.

The two fingers are like swords, stabbing out.

It was not the person who stabbed the old ghost of Tianshan, but his stick.

His figure is not fast, but this sword is as fast as lightning.

The Tianshan old ghost turned his wrist, and slapped the black poplar cane obliquely in his hand, and it turned out to be facing Shen Fengchu's sword.

However, Shen Fengchu's fingers suddenly bent and contracted, turning his sword into claws, and grasped the tip of his stick. Following the force of his beat, the person landed beside him. At the same time, he took a step forward, rubbing his fingers against his The body of the stick slid all the way.

With just one step, he rushed to the old Tianshan ghost.

The Tianshan old ghost raised his brows, with a look of surprise on his face.

For 20 years, he has been thinking about the humiliation of that sword. After returning to Tianshan, he practiced hard behind closed doors. Influence.

In the past 20 years, he, the acquired blind, has already cultivated a pair of ears that are far more spiritual than ordinary people. Not to mention Shen Fengchu's sword on the stage, even if someone drops a needle on the noisy street, he can be heard.

But even he didn't think of it.

This young man actually used only one move to break the distance of a cane in front of him.

Of course, a master is a master.

Naturally, it was not in vain to be a candidate for the martial arts list.

Hearing Shen Fengchu's sword, his right hand had also been slapped, and his withered palm slapped Shen Fengchu's chest hard.

This palm was a bit faster than Shen Fengchu's sword strike.

Although it was late, it came to Shen Fengchu's chest almost in a blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)