Cold Pride CEO and Her Personal Soldier

It was a fierce fight.

There are no gorgeous moves, no one to block and hide. Some are just simple frontal collision.

The real master duel always has such a tacit understanding.

Sword God doesn't need to say, Qin Feng doesn't need to say, but both of them can know which way the other side wants to fight.

So they collided.

The birds rose together and howled.

Sitting in the car, an Zhiya, the only bystander, can only see that the figures of Qin Feng and the sword God disappeared in an instant, and then the amazing sound rang through and the birds flew in disorder. Their figures just appeared again.

When they reappeared, the two men, old and young, had a positive confrontation.

Fight each other.

It seemed that the whole world was quiet at this moment, and the picture stagnated. The bodies of Qin Feng and daoshen seemed to be directly petrified and stiff, maintaining the posture of fist to fist collision, and there was no movement for a long time.

Suffocation.

This is a feeling of suffocation.

As if time had stopped, all laws stopped working.

Sitting in the car, an Zhiya, with her eyes wide open and her pupils constricted, slightly opened her small mouth and her face full of panic, directly forgot to breathe

The atmosphere is getting quieter and quieter.

Quiet to an absolute extreme.

Shua!

A car roared past, breaking the long-standing balance of the scene.

When the calm was broken, Qin Feng and daoshen, who were confronting each other, were like touching electricity. They both stopped and retreated violently, opened a space distance of 20 meters again, and then looked at each other from a distance.

This is like a fight between lions and tigers. I instinctively feel that the other party is not easy to provoke and dare not take it lightly.

It's been a long time.

The corners of Qin Feng's mouth were slightly tilted, revealing a symbolic evil smile: "the sword God of Ying Kingdom deserves his reputation. You are the strongest expert I have met so far."

"I'm flattered."

The sword God was still expressionless. He just looked at Qin Feng's eyes and showed a touch of dignity and fear.

After a moment of silence, the sword God said with a calm face: "at your age, you have such strength. It's really the pride of heaven. I thought I was the most gifted martial arts wizard in the world. Until today... I'm wrong."

"I'm flattered." Qin Feng said with a smile: "talent is important in martial arts, and the opportunity of Qi is also very key. I'm just lucky."

"Chinese, too modest." The sword God sighed and said, "even if you give me a good opportunity, I have no confidence. At your age, with such strength, you are much better than Qin Wentian."

Qin Feng smiled but did not speak.

Qin Wentian is not much bigger than the God of the sword. If Qin Wentian were still alive, his martial arts accomplishments today would be immeasurable. Maybe he turned into a dragon or stagnated.

People are gone, everything is floating.

After pondering for a moment, Qin Feng smiled and said, "draw your knife."

"You are qualified to let me draw a knife." The sword God looked at Qin Feng deeply and said, "but not today."

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"Seven days later, on the chase wind Island, it will not only divide the high and the low, but also decide life and death!" The sword God said in a deep voice.

"Chasing the wind island?" Qin Feng smiled and shook his head: "it seems to be a desert island, isn't it? Liao is uninhabited. If you ambush a trap on it, am I going to die? "

The sword God frowned and said, "you know, I'm not that kind of person."

"If you are not, others will be." Qin Feng smiled thoughtfully.

"I can assure you." The sword God thought for a moment and said, "at that time, I will invite all the heroes of the Chinese Wulin to notarize our duel. In this way, even if I have a heart, I can't play tricks."

"What a big scene?" Qin Feng smiled and shook his head: "let's talk then. Whether you come or not depends on my mood."

The sword God looked at Qin Feng deeply: "you will come."

After saying that, the sword God turned and left.

Seemingly slow, but actually fast, but in a few blinks of an eye, he had disappeared in Qin Feng's vision.

Also after he disappeared, Qin Feng, who stood still, suddenly frowned, raised the big hand he had just touched with the sword God, and smiled bitterly: "really special mother's cow break."

The big hand was trembling and swollen.

Since Qin Feng was reborn after worshiping langcanghai as his teacher and breaking the cocoon, no one has ever been able to make him suffer such trauma. It can be seen that the ability of the sword God is terrible.

After pulling the corners of his mouth, Qin Feng looked deeply at the direction of the sword God's departure, and then turned back to the car.

"Qin Feng, are you okay?"

An Zhiya, with a delicate mind, saw Qin Feng's injured hand at a glance and was worried about making a sound.

"No problem." Qin Feng smiled and said, "let's go home."

An Zhiya pursed her lips and stopped talking, feeling full of powerlessness in her heart.

She has never been stupid. How can she not see that the strange expert had a great crisis on Qin Feng just now?

She, an ordinary woman, knows all this, but she can't do anything. Even the smallest help can't give Qin Feng.

"If only I were a peerless master..."

An Zhiya looked out of the window and was upset to see the passing scenery.

She has no dreams since she was a child. Even if she has, she yearns for ordinary. Today, she especially wants to be extraordinary, but... What can she change?

……

On the hillside beside the road.

A beautiful young woman, dressed in a kimono, sat on the green grass, looked up at the sky and faced up to the bright sun. The yellowing light covered her face, reflecting her exquisite facial features and skin, and highlighting the worries and anxieties in her beautiful eyes.

Suddenly, the breeze blew.

"Father!"

Kimono beauty quickly turned her head and was overjoyed to see the familiar figure who came back.

It is the sabre God zoito field.

"Poof!"

When he came here, the saber God, who was still ordinary a second ago, suddenly turned red and broke his mouth with a mouthful of blood.

As the blood of this bite passed, the strength of the sword God seemed to be evacuated in a moment. He knelt on one knee, panting, pale and ugly, like a seriously injured person.

"Father!"

The kimono beauty's face changed greatly and hurried to the sword God.

The sword God waved his hand to show that he was okay.

But the careful kimono beauty saw the swing hand of the sword God for the first time. The tiger's mouth had cracked, and the red blood penetrated out, almost dyeing his whole hand red.

Kimono beauty is 24 years old this year.

For twenty-four years, she has never seen her father hurt!

"Is that Qin Feng really so powerful?"

The kimono beauty trembled in her heart and was uneasy about the duel that must come in seven days.

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