Martial arts: the beginning of the full-level King Kong is not bad

"Lingbo microsteps!"

Chen Fan's figure shot towards the direction of the arrow, as quickly as a cannon fired.

This time Chen Fan's speed has completely reached the peak, faster than ever before.

Those arrows seemed to stand still in front of him who was exerting all his strength at this moment.

Chen Fan stretched out and held all these arrows in his hand.

Then use Xiao Li's flying knife to infuse them with true energy and throw them back again.

"Shhhhh—"

These arrows flew upside down again, and the speed was faster than the incoming arrows, there was no way to avoid them.

Chapter 91

In an instant, all the archers were wiped out.

The arrows that flew back not only mercilessly pierced through everyone's bodies, but also knocked down the big trees behind them, which shows how powerful it is.

However, this is not over yet. In the woods on the other side, the archers there are still firing bows and arrows without stopping.

Chen Fan's face was as gloomy as water, and his right palm was covered with thick real energy. With a strong swing forward, he blocked all the arrows in the sky.

With another wave, these arrows shot out one after another, killing all the remaining archers hidden in the woods.

Chen Fan stood where he was, looking into the depths of the woods like a sharp sword.

"Hehehe, unexpected, really unexpected."

A handsome middle-aged man slowly walked out of the woods, his eyes were full of surprise when he looked at Chen Fan.

"At such a young age, Chen Baihu is already a master master, and he is not just an ordinary master. This is really rare."

"I think Chen Baihu is one of the most talented figures in history."

"It's no wonder why that piece of trash, Feiying, died in your hands."

Although the middle-aged man's tone was flat, Chen Fan could hear the strong confidence in his tone.

His expression was unwavering, as if these dead archers were not human lives, but ants.

His eyes were like eagles, looking at Chen Fan as if he was staring at a prey.

Chen Fan is also a master of swordsmanship. He immediately noticed that the middle-aged man was covered with a layer of sharp sword intent. Although the sword intent was invisible and intangible, as a powerful swordsman, Chen Fan knew that it was real. of.

At this time, there happened to be a few leaves that fell, and they all split into two without a sound.

Chen Fan looked into his eyes, and a layer of sword intent also appeared on his body.

"That trash He Yuchen sent you here?"

'Hehe, that's right. '

The middle-aged man nodded, "I also hate that stupid waste, but unfortunately, sometimes enough power is more terrifying than strength."

"I can feel it, Chen Fan. You should also be a master of swordsmanship, but unfortunately, you are not as good as me."

"Today must be your death day."

He uttered the last word, and his whole body immediately slashed at Chen Fan like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

His sword was fast, falling like a meteor.

His sword was very bright, and the light of the sword shone brightly, but in an instant, the cold light on the edge of the sword had already reflected Chen Fan's face.

The sword light danced excitedly on the edge of the sword, like a poisonous snake that chooses to eat someone, swallowing its fangs excitedly.

however.

"Ding."

There was only a crisp sound, but the sharp sword stopped suddenly.

No matter how the middle-aged man struggled, the long sword could not move an inch.

Because Chen Fan's two fingers were like ruthless iron tongs, tightly gripping the tip of the sword.

The middle-aged man felt as if there was an invisible mountain firmly pressing down on Jianfeng, and that terrifying force made him unable to shake it at all.

And such power is actually just the two fingers of the boy in front of him.

The plain expression of the middle-aged man suddenly fluctuated violently, and there was a little horror in his eyes.

Chen Fan's strength far exceeded his expectations.

But he didn't sit still, his reaction was quick.

He immediately let go of the long sword, turned around and pulled out another long sword from his waist.

He cheered up and wanted to fight back, but how could Chen Fan let him go so smoothly?

After a burst of wind, Chen Fan was already in front of him, and two fingers poked towards his eyebrows like sharp swords.

"One finger of consonance!"

The song of the divine bird resounded in the forest, and the dazzling golden light flew out from his fingertips like a divine dragon.

"Cang Ling Sword!"

The middle-aged man felt Chen Fan's terrifying killing intent, so he had to do his best to strike at this time, and immediately yelled, pouring out all his true energy.

He no longer dared to underestimate Chen Fan, but regarded him as a stronger master than himself.

All of his true energy surged out and condensed on the long sword in front of him.

The long sword in his hand suddenly split into thousands, like a rain of swords covering the sky, covering Chen Fan overwhelmingly.

The golden light intersected with these thousands of sword shadows, and the sky-shaking roar resounded.

The huge true essence exploded out, and the surrounding forests rose up one by one as if they had been hit by a hurricane.

This huge aftermath, even if a congenital expert comes into contact with it, it will be instantly annihilated.

The idle master will also be seriously injured if he comes into contact with it.

"Chen Fan!!!"

"You can't beat me, I'm the strongest!!"

Blood began to overflow from the seven orifices of the middle-aged man, and the whole person seemed to be insane, crazily using roars to cover up the cowardice in his heart.

He is already at the end of his strength, and he is just trying to hold on at this time.

This Cangling sword is one of the most outstanding sword skills in the world, and it is the supreme sword art in the world, and its grade has already reached the ninth rank.

In the past, as long as he used this trick, no one could survive from this trick.

He didn't believe that Chen Fan, a rising star, could withstand the stunt he had been brewing for many years.

It's a pity that no amount of fantasy is as hurtful as the reality in front of you.

Although this move is very strong, this middle-aged man is still too weak.

The Chen Fan he was facing could almost be called the number one grand master in history.

His strength is almost equal to that of the Great Grandmaster, so how can a Grandmaster like him be able to compete.

Peng! ! !

Under Chen Fan's guidance, the golden light mercilessly pierced through all the sword shadows, and finally pierced through the middle-aged man's brow, leaving a deep hole.

He immediately fell backwards, his eyes still open.

Although his eyes were open, he could feel the darkness in front of his eyes gradually, and his consciousness became blurred.

Before he died, those memories were reflected in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern.

"Swordsman, swordsman, the key point is the word 'sword'."

"If you want to truly become a peerless swordsman, if you want to surpass being a teacher, then you must achieve a transparent sword heart."

"Only in that way can you truly become a peerless sword fairy."

"If you can't even forge the sword heart, then I'm afraid the peak of the master will be your bottleneck in this life."

The middle-aged man didn't really understand Master's teachings until he was dying at this time.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Jianxin is not something everyone has the ability to forge.

Not everyone can be a sword fairy.

To be a swordsman, the most basic thing is to have the pride of a swordsman.

All foreign objects, all troubles, are cut with a single sword.

One person, one sword, rampant across the world.

When he sought refuge in the He family in order to find a way to break through the grand master, he had completely missed the grand master.

A swordsman, when he decided to become someone else's slave, his heart was already dusted, and it is impossible to enlighten the sword heart in this life.

Because of this, over the years, his cultivation base has not improved a single inch, and he has tried hard to find the reason.

His path has been cut off by himself.

Chapter 92 The Trembling He Yuchen

"The peak of the master may be your limit."

"Master..."

A prophecy.

The words left by the master came true, and he was nothing more than a peak master until his death.

With the last trace of his consciousness disappearing, his body exploded from the center of his eyebrows like a split watermelon.

"Swordsmanship is pretty good. He is a guy with something, but it's a pity that it's not enough."

Chen Fan put his hands behind his back and looked at the blank ground with some pity.