Sword Stirs the World

Shen Yifeng nodded. He was not overwhelmed by the opponent's momentum. Instead, he raised his sword and said faintly, "I've studied sword for ten years, then I abandoned it and became a doctor. I haven't drawn sword for seventeen years."

The audience around did not know whether to laugh or cry.

The contrast and disparity between the two are too great!

One is a sword slave who once cherished the sword like gold and killed his life with it. The other is a doctor who practised medicine with his sword and didn't use it for 17 years. I'm afraid the latter even forgot how to use it?

I know that he is here to die, but many people present, especially the children of Shen valve, always think that there will be a miracle? After all, he is the blood of his ancestors!

However, everyone present could hear that Shen Yifeng was right, because he was the kind of person who didn't need to tell lies at all.

Sun Fei, the slave swordsman, did not say much. He gently weighed his toes, and the sword moved with his will. The flying sword at his feet suddenly changed.

First, a silver sword Qi was shot from the tip of the sword. This sword Qi was not quickly castrated. It was like a silver snake and extended forward for about five feet.

Silver Snake sword suddenly burst! One is divided into five, which turns into five sharp sword Qi, and the speed increases sharply. At the same time, he swims to Shen Yifeng from five angles.

Shen Yifeng held his sword in his chest, and instead of avoiding it, he stood still.

Bang!

Whoop!

Bang! Bang!

Whoop! Whoop!

Five kinds of sword Qi hit Shen Yifeng's body one after another. It was the shocking sound of sword Qi piercing into the flesh.

All of a sudden, Shen Yifeng's chest, waist, thighs and shoulders spattered blood at the same time, and the blood soon dyed his blue shirt red.

All the people on the scene were awe inspiring, because he didn't dodge, and he didn't burst out a strong defensive spirit. He carried five swords with his tenacious will.

The five swords of Sun Fei, the slave of swords, were transformed into five by one. Among them, there were three empty swords and two real swords. They were extremely changeable, and it was extremely difficult to prevent them.

But if the other side doesn't guard at all, the five swords will hit easily.

If it's not this sword, it's just Sun Fei's starting sword. The main purpose is to test the opponent's strength. Otherwise, if this sword has enough strength, it can directly kill Shen Yifeng.

There was an uproar in the crowd, and they couldn't bear to see it again.

This is a father's fight in place of his son! It's also a fight that a son fought for his father and his family.

And the weapon he used for fighting was not a magic weapon, but his life!

"I'm not going to keep anything because you don't fight back! Now that you stand in front of me, you must have the consciousness of death! " Even the sword slave Sun Fei could not help saying.

His intention of saying these two words may not be to explain to others, but to be firm and firm in his fighting heart. He wants to kill this brave father.

Although Shen Yifeng was covered with blood, his momentum did not fail. Instead, he shook his head and said calmly, "yes! I'll wait for you to kill me! "

"Then go to hell!" The sword slave Sun Fei seemed to feel a trace of insult. He yelled out loud and his sword was full of meaning. He controlled the sword with his feet and ran into the opponent.

He doesn't think that the other side is qualified to make him hold the sword in his hand, but the force of this collision is enough to send the other side into the world!

He will not be soft hearted and compassionate, because he knows that his sword will never stay alive, which represents his weakness and is not far from failure.

The sword slave Sun Fei was so fast that many people didn't have time to react.

In terms of controlling swordsmanship alone, he has reached the acme of the fourth generation disciples of the Heaven Sword sect. No one is faster than him!

In a flash, two figures passed by.

They didn't even have time to exclaim, but they were shocked to find that Sun Fei's flying sword stopped suddenly and stopped three feet behind Shen Yifeng.

Then, the sword slave Sun Fei took a step, stepped down the flying sword with one foot, and stepped on the field.

What does this step represent? Maybe others don't know, but almost all the disciples of Heaven Sword sect took a breath.

Many people exclaimed in their hearts, what happened just now?

Why does Sun Fei leave the sword? He hasn't left the sword for three years! Whether eating or taking a bath, he is always with his sword, so he is known as a sword slave.

At this moment, the sword slave Sun Fei's posture was so strange that he left one foot on the sword and stepped on the ground.

"I haven't been down-to-earth for a long time!" Sun Fei, the sword slave, laughs miserably and falls over with a bang. His life is cut off on the spot.

But Shen Yifeng didn't even look back. He just went to the disciple who borrowed the sword just now. He still handed the bloody sword back to him with both hands.

"Thank you Shen Yifeng seems to have done such a trivial thing as if he had just cooked a bowl of medicine soup, or cured a patient, just as he usually did.

All the disciples of the Heaven Sword sect were surprised, even frightened.

Because they don't know what happened. The elder martial brother JianNu, who used to pass on arts for his master, fell down so strangely!

What happened just now? What kind of sword does that man use?

"WuJie real sword!" Cang Shan broke his brow and frowned, and said in horror.

Medicine safflower also full face of fear, can't believe repeated way: "is really no solution real sword?"

The red moon sword dress on Yao Honghua's body even sent out a little red light before she lost her voice. Obviously, she felt the fear of her master and turned on the body protection function automatically.

He qiongxue sighed: "I thought Wushuang sword God had passed away. WuJie real sword has become the most famous sword in the world. I didn't expect to see it here!"

"This time, our Sky Sword sect has lost!" Cangshan Po made a quick decision and announced in a loud voice.

Shen Yifeng dyed his shirt with blood, then nodded his head and returned to Shen's camp.

All of a sudden, all the people in the Shen valve looked at him with new eyes, and no one thought that he was a waste wood for many years!

As the so-called hero of Laozi, Shen's father and son are really fierce men of three generations, and they are not careless at all.