Martial Arts Overlord Chapter 1268: Jiang Fengfeng’s 3 swords!

The disciple of Leiyun Temple, who was called Junior Brother Yuan, looked at Jiang Fengfeng defiantly.

He saw that Jiang Fengfeng was younger than him, and he still admired Luo Feng just now, guessing which is a big family lady who is not well-versed in the world, this kind of people is higher than the sky, but the strength is not worth mentioning, he wants to see , How does the other party compare with him.

Luo Feng sat aside, calmly, but sympathized with the disciple of the Thunder Cloud Palace in his heart. Jiang Fengfeng's ability to tease people is the same as her strength.

"Do you really want to compare?"

Jiang Fengfeng glanced at the cold boy, with his hands behind his back, with a smile on his face.

Luo Feng noticed that Jiang Fengfeng’s right hand hiding behind him had already brought his **** together. There was a faint sword energy swallowing at the fingertips, and his edge was restrained, as if he was about to fly out to kill at any time.

"It's hard to chase a horse without a word!"

The cold young man was straight, looking at Jiang Fengfeng with a sneer.

"It's hard to chase a horse without a word."

A glimmer of success flashed in Jiang Fengfeng's eyes, nodded, and said: "It's very simple. Luo Feng dares to challenge the Golden Temple disciple as an academy student, brave and fearless, able to put life and death out of the question. If you can do this, Even if you win, I personally apologize to you to accompany you."

Everyone nodded secretly, thinking Jiang Fengfeng's remarks were reasonable.

When I first learned about the decisive battle between Luo Feng and Yi Tian, ​​countless people thought it was a dead end. They didn't have the courage to put life and death away. They didn't dare to challenge them at all. Even if they did, they didn't dare to go to Bitian City to fight. But Luo Feng was here...

"Brother, let's not compare."

The other round-faced female disciple who was at the same table pulled the grim young man and persuaded.

The cold boy stiffened his face and shook his head.

Now if you give up, it will undoubtedly mean that he is a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. Isn't he going to be laughed at by everyone?

Holding his fists tightly, the cold boy looked up at Jiang Fengfeng, "Stop talking nonsense, how can you compare, let's talk."

"Okay! Have the courage!"

Jiang Fengfeng's eyes flashed brightly, and slowly said: "I have three swords. After the three swords, you will definitely be unharmed. As long as you persist in the three swords and don't take a step back, then you will win." /

The round-faced female disciple was a little worried and said: "How can you guarantee that you won't hurt your brother?"

In Jiang Fengfeng’s bright pupils, a cold light flashed, and he sneered:

"I said I wouldn't hurt him, so I wouldn't hurt him. What's more, I only said that he can't retreat, and it didn't make him unable to avoid it. Could it be that you don't even have the confidence to avoid my Three Swords?"

Jiang Fengfeng looked at the cold boy.

"It's ridiculous, it's not just three swords. Even if I stand still, you can't hurt me."

The cold young man showed disdain, conceited his hands, and said: "Make a move. I will show you what Luo Feng can do is not worth mentioning."

"Brother..."

The round-faced girl wanted to persuade her again, but she was stopped by another female disciple of Leiyun Temple nearby by shaking her head.

At this point, things are like an arrow on the string, no comparison and impossible.

The diners around stopped their chopsticks and watched this scene with interest. On the way of martial arts, the expert is the first, and the battle of strength is commonplace. This kind of competition is the first time many people have seen it.

Everyone wanted to see if this disciple of the Thunder Cloud Palace, who didn't put the first new dragon in the south six leaders in his eyes, could persist in the Three Swords.

"Hehe..."

Seeing the cold boy promised, Jiang Fengfeng laughed, his eyes changed leisurely, and said: "First sword!"

Om!

The air on the second floor of the restaurant vibrated, Jiang Fengfeng still had his hands behind his back, and a sharp sword aura appeared above the wine table of the four Leiyun Temple disciples without warning.

"Quit!"

The face of the female disciple with the highest cultivation level changed slightly, with the round-faced female disciple beside her, and another male disciple, shooting backwards.

Boom!

Almost at the same time, Jian Qi slashed down in the air, and a table, together with the wine and vegetables, was cut to pieces, and the wind was blazing. The surrounding diners shouted in exclamation and hurriedly displayed the body guard and the wine table guard. In it, there were bursts of shock.

Master!

When everything calmed down, when everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Fengfeng again, their eyes all changed.

From beginning to end, Jiang Fengfeng's hands are behind her back, as if she has never made a move, and the power and speed of that sword aura cannot be underestimated. Many people don't know how the sword aura appears.

Only Luo Feng looked at all of this calmly. Jiang Fengfeng's display just now was obviously boundless sword aura. This sword technique is worthy of being from the Sword Tomb. Even if the sword is used to refer to the sword, the speed is so terrifying, let alone the spirit rotation. A realm martial artist, even if it is a real yuan realm martial artist, does not have strong insight, and it is difficult to detect its trace.

On the other side, the cold youth stood there, unscathed, looking at the shallow sword marks on the ground, but his face was pale and bloodless.

He originally believed that even if he stayed still, he could easily avoid the opponent's sword moves, but he hadn't noticed the sudden appearance of sword energy just now.

In this way, trying to avoid sword aura is totally nonsense.

At this moment, Jiang Fengfeng's voice suddenly sounded.

"Yeah, it's too far! I originally aimed at your left foot position, but it was so far too far." Jiang Fengfeng looked at the sword marks on the ground, reached out and patted the smooth forehead, shook his head with regret, and muttered Said: "It seems that my realm of swordsmanship must be improved."

Hearing that, the cold boy's heart twitched fiercely, and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead unconsciously. As we all know, the faster the speed of the fast sword, the more difficult it is to master. If Jiang Fengfeng's sword aura was a little bit more biased, wouldn't he have to sprinkle it on the spot?

Clapped his hands, Jiang Fengfeng didn't care: "Forget it, let's start the second sword."

The round-faced **** the side hurriedly said: "This time you have to spot some more before you shoot."

Jiang Fengfeng smiled and said: "Don't worry, I am very confident in my swordsmanship."

The cold youth has a pale face, and he can hardly help but want to yell at him, and he regrets agreeing to the competition, but now he has been riding a tiger, and giving up halfway means that he is greedy for life and fear of death, so he can only grit his teeth and hold on. Two swords, there shouldn't be any problems, right?

Jiang Fengfeng raised the index finger of his right hand and pointed it at the cold boy, "Second Sword!"

Swipe!

A sharp air bloomed at the fingertips.

Next moment.

A bright sword aura of more than two feet long appeared in front of the grim young man, with a chirp, tearing a clear crack on the chest of his white robe.

"Ah!"

Jun young man only felt cold in his chest, thinking that he was in the sword, and yelled in fright. Upon closer inspection, he found that his clothes were torn, he could not help but exhale a long breath, and the feeling of life and death made him palm. I was soaked in cold sweat, my feet were soft.

"Hey, it's wrong again. Forget it, don't care."

Jiang Fengfeng gently presses his lips~IndoMTL.com~ Raises her index finger again, her red lips lightly open, "Take my third sword!"

As soon as he spoke, the face of the cold boy suddenly changed. The pressure of life and death completely overwhelmed his spirit and will. He could no longer take care of face, and he sprinted and shot backwards.

Boom!

There was a loud noise on the second floor of the restaurant. The cold boy's body smashed into the wall and stood up. He hurriedly checked his body and saw that there were no injuries on his body. This was a long sigh of relief.

When he calmed down, he suddenly found that the entire restaurant was terribly quiet. When he looked up, everyone looked at him with surprise, disdain and ridicule.

"Brother..."

The round-faced girl looked at the cold boy, pursed her red lips, she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything.

Jiang Fengfeng retracted his hand, glanced at the cold boy, smiled cutely, and slowly said:

"I only made two swords, and I haven't made a third sword yet."