Lu Enyang and Ma Hongxin immediately exclaimed, this duel turned into a life-and-death battle!

Especially Lu Enyang, he said nervously: "Chen Feiyu, are you crazy? His strength is so terrifying. What if he is injured in his hands?"

Chen Feiyu raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he felt a little funny, and said, "His strength is also called "terror"? A mere half-step master, in my eyes, how can an ant-like existence be called "terror" in front of me? It seems that you have never seen what real horror is."

Lu Enyang was shocked and frightened by Chen Feiyu's confidence.

Dao Bo secretly frowned: "Since Chen Feiyu knows the "half-step master", it proves that he is not ignorant of the division of strength in the martial arts world. Could it be that he is also a person in the martial arts world? But why can't I feel the breath of a warrior from him? Unless his strength is above me."

Thinking of this, Dao Bo was shocked by himself. He was a strong man in the early stage of the Grandmaster. He even reached the middle stage of the Grandmaster by only one step away. If Chen Feiyu's strength is still above him, wouldn't that mean that Chen Feiyu is at least the middle stage of the Grandmaster?

"This...is unlikely. The master is above and stands in the clouds, like a divine dragon. How can it be easily reached? The young master is so amazing and has only reached a half-step master after more than 20 years of cultivation. Chen Feiyu sees that he is less than 20 years old, so how can he become a super strong man in the middle stage of the master? It is impossible, it is absolutely impossible."

Dao Bo breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at Chen Feiyu standing proudly and confidently, his heart was always filled with an ominous premonition.

Zuo Baixuan regarded Chen Feiyu as the one who was bound to die, shouted loudly, and said, "Bao Dao, Dao!"

Dao Bo nodded, took out a quaint knife with a scabbard from the yellow silk package, and threw it at Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan took the knife in his hand, and his temperament changed suddenly. If his temperament just now was arrogant, then it was like a sharp unsheathed sword, with a sharp and fierce aura all over his body, as if he would drink all the blood of the enemy in the next moment!

The sword is filled with the will of a sword, covering the entire courtyard!

The original birds and insects cries disappeared, the atmosphere was solemn, and it was extremely extreme!

Lu Enyang and Ma Hongxin's faces were pale, so scared that they didn't dare to breathe.

Zuo Baixuan didn't even get out of the sheath, and it was already so terrible. When he actually pulled out of the sheath, how could Chen Feiyu have life?

Lu Enyang's heart was full of worries.

Chen Feiyu faced Zuo Baixuan directly, and at the center of Zuo Baixuan's sword intention, he still stood with his hands behind his back, his expression as usual.

Zuo Baixuan raised the knife to his chest and said proudly: "The knife in my hand is not an ordinary knife, but a pure Yang treasure sword passed down from family. Since my ancestors of the Zuo family started their business in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, they have been passed down from generation to generation. Now they have been in my hands for more than 300 years. They have drunk the blood of countless people. The knife is full of evil spirits. It can be said that it is invincible and extremely sharp!"

Chen Feiyu said: "The knife is indeed a good knife, but it's a pity. The knife in your hand can only cover the precious sword with dust."

"Diet to the point of death, he is still trying to make trouble." Zuo Baixuan snorted and said, "Where is your weapon?"

"It's enough to deal with you, bare hands and empty fists." Chen Feiyu said confidently.

He has the capital to be confident!

Because he is a master-level strongman, standing above and standing in the clouds, and under the master, he is all ants!

That’s right, Zuo Baixuan is no different from an ant in Chen Feiyu’s eyes!

Zuo Baixuan's eyes flashed with evil spirits and said, "Since you are looking for death, I will help you."

After saying that, the Pure Yang Sword in his hand slowly unsheathed, the blade body was simple, and the rich evil spirit surged and overflowed!

A hint of praise flashed in Chen Feiyu's eyes. Such a majestic evil spirit shows that this pure Yang sword must have killed many people over the past three hundred years.

"One knife, drink blood and return to the sheath!"

Zuo Baixuan shouted loudly, and his aura burst out violently. His feet suddenly pointed at the ground. Suddenly, the person had already jumped high and came into the air!

And where Zuo Baixuan was standing, cracks like spider webs appeared on the hard floor!
Chapter completed!