The sword light that illuminated the entire Baihong Town in an instant, wrapped with a thunderous momentum, was tightly held by Xie Chunfeng, and slashed towards Jing Sansan without hesitation!

What an amazing picture that was.

Xie Ning sneered and looked at Jing Sansan who was stunned as if he was frightened. He thought that people who were trying to die had seen him, but it was rare to do so completely. Facing Xie Chunfeng, a sword that was enough to cut off Baihong Town, if it weren't for people like Chen Qiubai and Bei Zangfeng, they would have died.

But he just thought about it, because Xie Chunfeng could not directly draw his sword to kill people. This sword was just full of momentum and actually did not have that much lethality, but ordinary people would definitely not be able to stop it.

And Jing Sansan, who seemed to be frightened, murmured in an invisible voice: "This thing is really scary. I'm careful that it's almost popping out. Why didn't I think of making such a formation when drawing the sword? The teacher is right. There are indeed people outside the world. It seems that you have to study hard. Is it so handsome? "

Although he was amazed at Xie Chunfeng's gorgeous sword, Jing Sansan had the quickest reaction when the sword energy came. He immediately stepped on his chest with a trembling shout, his legs shattered the bluestone floor like a pipe poured in lead, and stood there, intending to take over Xie Chunfeng's sword.

Not to mention Xie Ning, even the disciples of Buluoshanmen who were watching the fun widened their eyes in surprise. When they thought that the sword that Jing Sansan attacked was easily stopped by Xie Ning, the highest level of cultivation was at the third level. Even if Xie Chunfeng only used 10% of the force, it would definitely be enough for Jing Sansan to suffer.

Apart from the strong man who was in the same realm as Xie Chunfeng like Ning Haoran, it was only Li Mengzhou who had taken Xie Chunfeng's sword. Although the sword in front of him was huge, they all knew very well that the eldest brother was not serious at all, but it was definitely not something that Jing Sansan, who was like a clown, could resist.

This is not about dying, but about dying.

But Xie Chunfeng, who was drawing the sword at this time, had a weak expression and no change at all.

In Baihong Town, the sword light is prosperous.

Thunder roared.

For ordinary people or martial artists in the world, of course, they only think it is a normal phenomenon in rainy weather. However, there are many practitioners in Baihong Town. They can sense that there are powerful practitioners who are drawing their swords, and it is an existence beyond their imagination.

Lu Jiuge and his party, who were searching on another street, stopped in time, looking at the flashing sword light, with a look of shock and suspicion.

"It's Xie Chunfeng!"

Nan Sheng said panickedly: "Is it because he encountered a man from the mountain?"

Lu Jiuge frowned tightly and said, "There is not much aura of a cultivator there. The location where Xie Chunfeng pointed to his sword seems to be only one person, and it is definitely not the complicated aura of a person outside the mountain."

Nan Sheng said unexpectedly: "Who in Baihong Town can let Xie Chunfeng draw his sword? Could it be the one who was secretly peeping in the past?"

This is the only explanation.

Lu Jiuge didn't say anything else, and immediately led a group of female cultivators in Jianjiayuan toward the place where the sword light was soaring.

At the same time, Bei Zangfeng also met with the disciples of the academy. He felt it silently and said in a plain tone: "There is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon in Baihong Town."

When Lu Jiuge and the others arrived, they saw the dull faces of the disciples of the Wushanmen led by Xie Ning.

Xie Chunfeng stood in the wind and rain holding the sword, with an indifferent expression.

On the other side of him was a terrifying gully cut out by a sword. At the end of the gully was a broken bluestone slab, and smoke and dust floated in the rain curtain, revealing a figure standing up.

Jing Sansan grinned and had a ferocious face, his arms holding the knife were trembling slightly, and his calves were trembling. He looked at Xie Chunfeng with indifferent expression on the opposite side in horror, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

He slowly lowered his sour and headache-inducing arm, and the long knife slammed heavily into the broken bluestone floor. He let out a long breath and grinned with pain: "It turned out that it was not just a scary thing. I almost threw away the knife in my hand, but I didn't vomit blood, so you are not very powerful either!"

This is obviously a harsh mouth.

But it cannot be denied that it is indeed not easy to stand even if you take over Xie Chunfeng's sword.

This is why Xie Ning and the disciples of the Unstopped Mountain Sect were stunned, because this was completely different from the result they imagined.

Xie Chunfeng smiled at the corner of his mouth and said lightly: "You have some skills to be able to take the sword I cut out at will."

He had long seen that Jing Sansan was not as useless as he appeared, otherwise he would not have cut such a sword. What he said was the truth. The sword just now was indeed used casually, but it was enough to kill cultivators below the fourth level.

Jing Sansan was able to take it directly and didn't even vomit a mouthful of blood, which proved that his strength was not weak.

But Jing Sansan's face turned red with a syrup when he heard this, and said shamelessly: "You are really good at bragging! If you can't beat me, you can't beat me. Don't gild yourself on your face!"

Xie Chunfeng said: "You just took my sword and haven't started fighting yet. Why did you become unable to beat you?"

Jing Sansan said shyly and angrily: "Don't tell me these nonsense, I have the ability to take my knife!"

Xie Chunfeng smiled faintly and said, "Then you can use the knife."

Jing Sansan's shameful and angry face gradually turned back, but soon became a bit solemn. He repeatedly held the knife in his hand and his brain was running rapidly. Although he was very confident in himself, the guy who loved to brag on the other side seemed not weak. If he couldn't beat the other party with one knife, it would be a shameful thing.

Lu Jiuge and Nan Sheng, who were watching the other side, looked at each other without understanding what was going on for a moment. Nan Sheng looked at Xie Ning and asked, "Where did that guy come out? Why did Xie Chunfeng fight with him?"

Xie Ning's face was very gloomy. It was enough to prove that Jing Sansan was able to take the sword and prove that the other party was better than him. How could he be in a good mood? He heard Nan Sheng's inquiry, and he said in annoyance: "The clown who jumped out of nowhere and directly provoked him. My brother just taught him a lesson. The sword did not exert force at all. This idiot was complacent and thought he was so powerful, a complete idiot!"

Nan Sheng naturally couldn't understand why Xie Ning was so angry, but he didn't say anything else.

At this time, Jing Sansan was about to use his knife, but suddenly aura floated in the chaotic wind and rain. Xie Chunfeng's eyebrows were slightly raised, and an old man in a green robe was wearing a hat and came in the rain.

He reached out and knocked Jing Sansan on the head, "Good disciple, let me get you both trouble!"

Jing Sansan hugged his head aggrievedly, looked at the old man in green robe, and curled his lips and said, "Old man, your baby apprentice has been bullied, why did you still beat me?"

The old man in green robe ignored Jing Sansan, but looked at Xie Chunfeng and said softly: "Is Mr. Xie who is not far away from the mountain gate?"

Xie Chunfeng frowned, bowed slightly, and said, "I am grateful to Chunfeng."

The old man in green robe said, "I am a bad disciple. I hope Chief Xie should not be accustomed to you, don't be as knowledgeable as him. This will be revealed."

Xie Chunfeng remained silent.

Jing Sansan felt very wronged.

Xie Ning couldn't help but say, "Those who provoked me and secretly attacked me, how could you easily reveal it! You are thinking too well!"

Jing Sansan also retorted instantly, "That thin bamboo pole is really good at farting! What if I provoked me? What if I sneak attacked me? If you have the ability, you fight me! And! I don't call Yi Er San, you are a thin bamboo pole!"

Xie Ning was furious and blushed, and suddenly drew his sword, "I'll hit you! I'll care about you one, two, three, four, five, I'll teach you a good lesson today!"

They shouted and scolded each other and started fighting directly. It was quite straightforward. Before everyone could come to their senses, Xie Ning had already raised his sword and attacked him.

Jing Sansan was not willing to be outdone, so he lifted the knife and rushed forward.

Xie Ning seemed to be majestic, but when facing Jing Sansan's completely unreasonable method of shooting, he was beaten to the point of being furious in an instant. Jing Sansan was also holding his anger, and his sword opened and closed with no worries. He really had some courage. If he was a general in the army, he would definitely be a fierce general.

Compared with this, Xie Ning's momentum fell steadily and was severely suppressed by Jing Sansan.

At this time, Jing Sansan tapped his toes and crossed a long distance in an instant. The bursting knife fell straight towards Xie Ning's face. If it hit, it would have been a broken head and died tragically on the spot!

Xie Ning was panicked and his face turned pale.

He regretted fighting Jing Sansan. In his eyes, the clown took over Xie Chunfeng's sword. Although it was only slashed out by Xie Chunfeng, the realm was there, just like an ant stomping his feet and an elephant stomping his feet. Although they each used the same force, how could they be compared?

But even so, he still found it difficult to believe that he had no ability to fight back at all.

It can be said that he was crushed by Jing Sansan all the way. This is not a battle, it is clearly a simple beating.

But it's too late to regret it now, so Jing Sansan obviously had no idea of ​​stopping.

"Sansan, don't stop!"

At this moment, the old man in green robe suddenly spoke.

The knife in Jing Sansan's hand also stopped in front of Xie Ning's forehead, no matter how small he could not restrain his strength. At this moment, Xie Ning had already died of death. His pale face, cold sweat could not stop surging, his whole body was trembling, and his mind was blank.

Although Jing Sansan was reluctant, he still put away his knife and returned to the old man in the green robe.

Looking at Xie Ning's unbearable appearance, he spat with contempt.

Xie Chunfeng's hand holding the hilt of the sword tightly gradually relaxed. He frowned and looked at his younger brother, sighed lightly, and said to the old man in the green robe: "It was just a misunderstanding, and Brother Jing just wanted to discuss it. Although the method was inappropriate, it was not a big deal. Let's expose this matter."

The old man in green robe smiled and said, "Then I will take the bad disciples away."
Chapter completed!