"Who is this person?" Some people asked in surprise. This was the first time since the competition that Wang Guiwu was beaten away like this.
"Isn't the true chief of the Yuanchen Sword Sect none other than Miao Daoxin?"
"With this kind of strength, you have not yet reached the rank of chief true disciple, are you a new true disciple?" Some people immediately thought of the last four sects. They had just experienced a trip to the secret realm, and some inner disciples were promoted to true disciples.
But since he is a newly promoted true disciple, is his strength a bit exaggerated? Even if Wang Guiwu was a little careless, no matter how careless he was, it was unlikely that he would be swept away with a sword like this.
"He is the tenth true successor of the Yuanchen Sword Sect. Two months ago, he was only the last true successor of the Yuanchen Sword Sect. However, by challenging Zeng Zaiwen, he became the new tenth true successor of the Yuanchen Sword Sect!"
Soon, Chen Fei's information was finally found, and Chen Fei's identity was also known to the surrounding sects.
Other sects will go out of their way to collect information about the true disciples of each sect. After all, they are all seeds that may break through to the realm of acuity training in the future. Especially for the top ten true biography, the probability is greater, and it is within the collection range.
In the Shenshui Pavilion, Xiao Liling looked at Chen Fei on the martial arts field. She always felt that this person looked familiar. She should have seen him before, but she didn't remember where she had seen him before.
Feng Xiupu was already standing on the edge of the martial arts arena, looking at Chen Fei. Next to Feng Xiupu was Wu Guangyin. After Wu Guangyin stabilized Miao Daoxin's injury, he saw Chen Fei sweep away Wang Guiwu with a sword.
This scene made Wu Guangyin, who was unprepared, stunned.
When he knew that Chen Fei defeated Zeng Zaiwen and became the tenth true successor of the sect, Wu Guangyin was already very surprised. After all, Chen Fei's time to practice the Chongyuan Sword was too short.
Now two months have passed, Chen Fei's strength has improved even further, directly surpassing Miao Daoxin, and now he even knocked Wang Guiwu away with one sword.
The meaning represented by this made Wu Guangyin feel slightly excited after thinking about it.
Qu Qingsheng, the head of the Yuanchen Sword Sect, looked at Chen Fei below with a smile on his face. Inside the door, Qu Qingsheng had already noticed Chen Fei, but he didn't expect that Chen Fei would give him an even bigger surprise now.
On the martial arts field, Wang Guiwu shook his head, stood up slowly, and looked at Chen Fei with cold eyes.
Chen Fei didn't stop him, he just watched and let Wang Guiwu get up, with a calm expression.
"I didn't expect that there would be a number one person like you in the Yuanchen Sword Sect, but I underestimated you! Now you are qualified for me to remember you, tell me your name!" Wang Guiwu said with his head raised slightly.
"My defeated general has no right to know my name!" Chen Fei shook his head slightly and rejected Wang Guiwu's request.
"you wanna die!"
Wang Guiwu's eyes widened. He didn't expect that Chen Fei would dare to say such words. With an angry roar, Wang Guiwu came to Chen Fei in a few steps, raised his sword high, and slashed it at Chen Fei's head.
The Tianyue Sword is so majestic that it is like a mountain falling from the sky. People with weak ambitions will feel timid just facing this momentum, and they will not be able to display their strength as they wish.
But Chen Fei faced Wang Guiwu's overwhelming momentum. Except for the hair in front of his forehead, which was flowing back, his whole expression looked quite cold.
"I'm afraid it's not enough to let me die with this little strength!"
Chen Fei said these words slowly, and then rolled up the Qianyuan Sword in his hand. In an instant, the bright Qianyuan Sword's blade turned pitch black.
Chongyuan sword!
Everyone around the martial arts arena looked at Chen Fei seriously. What just happened was too fast, and they subconsciously felt that Chen Fei would be swept out of the martial arts arena by Wang Guiwu's sword, so they didn't pay much attention.
At this moment, they wanted to take a closer look at how Chen Fei could beat Wang Guiwu away.
Is Wang Guiwu too careless, or Chen Fei really has enough strength to be there.
At this moment, the swordsmanship displayed by Chen Fei does not seem to be much different from what Miao Daoxin showed just now. They are all manifestations of the Chongyuan Sword's meticulousness.
"clang!"
Everyone was still a little confused when they heard a violent collision, and then saw that Wang Guiwu, who took the initiative to attack, was carried by a force, and his whole body was lifted up involuntarily.
"Your strength doesn't seem to be that great either!"
Chen Fei took a step forward, turned his back on the guest, raised the Qianyuan Sword, and struck it towards Wang Guiwu.
Chen Fei's words were like a sharp blade, piercing Wang Guiwu's heart. Chen Fei actually returned the words he had just mocked others with in full. How could the arrogant Wang Guiwu bear it?
It happened that he was at a disadvantage at this moment, and Wang Guiwu couldn't even find a reason to refute.
"ah!"
Wang Guiwu roared angrily, Douxuan Jin was running wildly, and a little blood seeped out of his pores on his own initiative. In just a blink of an eye, Wang Guiwu became a bloody man.
His appearance looked grim, but Wang Guiwu's momentum skyrocketed.
Dou Xuan Jin, the more seriously injured, the stronger the fighting power. Wang Guiwu wanted to get himself injured at this moment to gain more power. He wanted to tear the mouth of the Yuanchen Sword Sect disciple in front of him!
"boom!"
The martial arts arena trembled slightly, and the two sword blades were only slightly stalemate. The Qianyuan Sword directly broke Wang Guiwu's sword blade, and swept Wang Guiwu's chest with the sword.
"puff!"
Wang Guiwu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he could no longer control his body shape. He was hit and flew out, hitting the ground of the martial arts arena so hard that a deep hole was made in the ground.
"Isn't this okay?"
Chen Fei pointed at the Qianyuan Sword sideways and walked towards Wang Guiwu step by step, the expression on his face was as dull as ever.
The Suppressing Dragon Elephant, especially the Perfect Level Suppressing Dragon Elephant, gave Chen Fei a majestic power far beyond the ordinary Zang training level. Even though Wang Guiwu possessed the Tianyue Sword and Dou Xuan Jin, a skill that got stronger with each battle, he still couldn't stop Chen Fei's huge power.
Some disciples of the Xianyun Sword Sect were a little restless. Wang Guiwu was beaten away by Chen Fei in successive head-to-head confrontations. This can no longer be described as underestimating the enemy. Obviously, in a head-to-head encounter, Wang Guiwu is not as good as Chen Fei.
The disciples of the Yuan Chen Sword Sect looked at Chen Fei's performance with fascination. Wang Guiwu, who had just suppressed so many true disciples present, was knocked away by Chen Fei again and again.
It might be possible to win against Wang Guiwu if he were to use the true disciples of the other three sects, but he would never be able to do such a thing. Because only by crushing can one be beaten like this.
Wu Guangyin on the sidelines couldn't help but be excited and patted Feng Xiupu on the shoulder, unable to conceal his excitement on his face.
Feng Xiupu didn't speak, but he couldn't control the smile on his face. Anyone who has such a disciple will do the same.
What's more, now that the true chief of the sect has been defeated, seeing such a scene, the feeling in my heart is beyond words.
That's what it's like.
"I haven't lost yet!"
When Wang Guiwu heard Chen Fei's words, he stood up and looked at Chen Fei with red eyes. In terms of strength, even if Wang Guiwu didn't want to say it, he had to admit that he was indeed inferior to Chen Fei.
Obviously, I am practicing the Tianyue Sword, the top inheritance of the Xianyun Sword Sect, and I have already understood it deeply. Logically speaking, it should be far superior to the Chongyuan Sword of the Yuanchen Sword Sect.
However, in the fight just now, it was himself who was at a disadvantage.
"Then let me see how you can win!" Chen Fei looked up at Wang Guiwu, stretched out his left hand, and raised his fingers at Wang Guiwu.
Just like what Wang Guiwu did to Miao Daoxin just now, Chen Fei now returned it to Wang Guiwu intact.
"You deserve to die!"
Wang Guiwu's teeth were almost broken. No one had ever dared to treat him like this, not even other true disciples of the Xianyun Sword Sect. But it happened that today, a disciple of the Yuanchen Sword Sect said this, how could Wang Guiwu endure it!
"Peng!"
Wang Guiwu punched his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. This was not enough, Wang Guiwu's eyes were filled with ruthlessness, and he punched his chest several times in succession, spurting out mouthfuls of blood.
"Festival!"
Wang Guiwu roared angrily, and the blood on the ground was pulled by a force, floated up, and then burned, turning into a streak of blood and rushing into Wang Guiwu's body.
Not only that, Wang Guiwu's figure lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he became a little shorter. But Wang Guiwu's momentum not only did not decrease, but also increased linearly.
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A vague blood flame ignited on Wang Guiwu's body. A crazy smile appeared on Wang Guiwu's face, and he looked up at Chen Fei, his eyes full of cruelty.
Some disciples outside the field accidentally touched Wang Guiwu's eyes and couldn't help but shrink. This look didn't look like what a human should have, as if he was facing a wild beast.
"Junior Brother Wang is trying his best!"
At the position of Xianyun Sword Sect, Wen Huichao looked at Wang Guiwu's performance and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly. This is a manifestation of Dou Xuan Jin being stimulated to the extreme, hurting yourself first, and then hurting others.
It can be regarded as a counterattack technique in desperate situations. It can break the cauldron and gain ultimate combat power. However, such a move has serious sequelae. Even if Wang Guiwu can win in the end, he will have to rest for more than half a year before he can recover.
But obviously, Wang Guiwu no longer cares about this, he wants to tear Chen Fei into pieces.
"How can Junior Brother Wang with his character be able to withstand the fact that someone who has spoken to him in person is returned to him exactly like this?"
"Don't say it's him, none of us can bear to be treated like this."
"This disciple of the Yuanchen Sword Sect is indeed very powerful. He should be considered the most powerful true disciple of the Yuanchen Sword Sect that we have seen in recent years."
"Junior Brother Nie, are you sure?" Someone turned to look at Nie Haichun.
Nie Haichun, the true successor of the Xianyun Sword Sect, ranks sixth, and his strength is much stronger than Wang Guiwu. Of course, it's just strength. If it compares with talent, Wang Guiwu is actually better.
"Let's wait until he passes the level of Junior Brother Wang."
Nie Haichun looked at Chen Fei off the field and said coldly. Nie Haichun didn't like Chen Fei. It was ridiculous that a mere disciple of the Yuan Chen Sword Sect dared to be so arrogant with some strength.
