Being slapped in the face by Chen Xiao in public, Feng Chun couldn't stand it.
He walked toward Chen Xiao step by step, his murderous intention getting stronger and stronger.
The courtyard is not big to begin with, and the outer sect disciples have an average status in the sect, unlike the inner sect disciples, and enjoy much better treatment than the outer sect.
Facing Feng Chun, Chen Xiao was on alert and did not dare to be careless.
Chen Xiao treats every opponent with great importance.
When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength.
What's more, it was a life and death fight, and there was no room for Chen Xiao to be distracted.
Bai Shiran had already been hit by him, and he could kill him with one sword if he couldn't make a big splash.
"Since you want to meddle in your own business, you have to pay the price for your nosy business."
Pressing his right hand on the hilt of the sword, Chen Xiao was ready to draw the sword.
He has not been idle at Shengtian Peak these days, practicing the sword-drawing technique every day.
The speed of drawing the sword is getting faster and faster, reaching the level of the Shadowless Sword.
The sword can be drawn fifty times in one second, which is simply unbelievable.
This is not the limit. Chen Xiao heard that someone drew his sword three hundred times in one second. Facing such a master, he was beheaded before his sword was even unsheathed.
For some reason, when Chen Xiao pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, Feng Chun's eyes shrank and he had a bad feeling.
A true master has strong intuition.
Feng Chun has experienced hundreds of battles, big and small, and has very keen control of the battle situation.
At the first moment, I felt that Chen Xiao's sword was extraordinary.
"Senior Brother Feng Chun, why are you still standing there, take action quickly!"
The disciples lying around were getting impatient and asked Feng Chun to take action quickly.
Just now he vowed to destroy Chen Xiao.
Why did Chen Xiao show a trace of panic the moment he was about to draw his sword?
There are still people coming in a steady stream and gathering around. The outer gate of Daluo Peak has not been so lively for a long time.
"Hurry up and take action, I have to go out to drink wine."
There were bursts of urging and laughter all around.
At this point, Feng Chun had no way out, and a three-foot long sword appeared in his hand, pointing at Chen Xiao.
"Boy, die!"
The swordsmanship practiced by Feng Chun is called Seven Injury Sword, which was created by an ancestor of Tianyu Sect. Chen Xiao read this book in the Martial Arts Pavilion.
Although he has never practiced before, he knows the trajectory of this sword technique very well.
Any martial arts skills he has seen will be engraved on the Nine Heavens Divine Pillar.
As soon as the opponent makes a move, Chen Xiao can pinpoint the flaws in his moves.
The sword energy was sharp and pointed directly at Chen Xiao's face. It was extremely fast and could reach him in the blink of an eye.
Facing Feng Chun's sword, Chen Xiao remained indifferent and allowed the opponent's long sword to strike. This made many people confused.
"What is this kid doing? Why don't you use your sword to fight back?"
Many people couldn't understand what Chen Xiao was causing.
If he doesn't take action, he will soon be killed by Feng Chun's sword.
"I guess I was scared out of my wits!"
The disciple who just shouted to go out to drink wine looked sarcastic, thinking that Chen Xiao was scared out of his wits.
The sword energy was overwhelming, Chen Xiao's robe began to bulge, and the air flow surged.
A smile appeared in the corner of Feng Chun's eyes, thinking that there would be a big battle, but he didn't expect that Chen Xiao was just a paper tiger.
Just when his long sword was about to hit Chen Xiao, the black blade suddenly came out of its sheath.
There was no trace, no sign, and no one knew how Chen Xiao drew his sword.
Bland, without any power.
Just such an ordinary sword strike frightened Feng Chun to death, and a strong crisis struck.
"laugh!"
A rain of blood flew, and Feng Chun's body quickly retreated, feeling that his right hand had lost consciousness.
"Bang!"
His long sword fell to the ground, and a wound appeared on his wrist, dripping with blood. The tendon of his hand was broken by Chen Xiao's sword.
"Hiss, hiss..."
The disciples lying on the wall took a breath of cold air, they were stunned by this sword.
"What a quick sword!"
The disciples who had just mocked Chen Xiao fell silent, feeling like they were covered in cold sweat.
If it were him, would he be able to take Chen Xiao's sword?
The answer is obvious.
Even Feng Chun couldn't take it, and they couldn't avoid it.
Chen Xiao could have killed Feng Chun with that sword strike just now, but he did not do so.
Today, he will kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, so that the disciples who want to take advantage of him in the future will know what the consequences will be if he offends him.
Bai Shiran, who was standing in the distance, was trembling with fear, like chaff sifting through a sieve.
If even Feng Chun is not Chen Xiao's opponent, doesn't it mean that he is dead today.
Feng Chun covered his right hand, applied medicine, and bandaged it with gauze. The injury was temporarily suppressed.
"Boy, I'm going to cut you into pieces."
Although his right hand cannot move the sword, Feng Chun's strength is still there, and he also knows a kind of palm technique.
With a lunge, he rushed towards Chen Xiao, raised his left hand, and the wind from his palm swept over Chen Xiao like an overwhelming force.
"Things that don't know whether to live or die!"
Breaking Feng Chun's hand tendons was to teach him a lesson. If he stopped when he saw a good move, Chen Xiao would naturally not continue to fight him.
Since he is looking for abuse, don't blame him for being rude.
The black blade has been sheathed, and his right hand is once again pressed on the hilt of the sword.
The surroundings suddenly fell into deathly silence. No one dared to speak or even take a breath for fear of disturbing them.
Especially the moment when Chen Xiao drew his sword, many people felt that their souls were about to leave their bodies.
The moment the sword was unsheathed, their souls left their bodies together.
Letting the wind from his palm hit him, just like before, Chen Xiao still didn't rush to draw his sword.
When Feng Chun was five steps away from him, he still drew his sword.
"laugh!"
The same sound, but the angle changed, this time the sword edge slashed towards Feng Chun's left side.
"ah!"
Feng Chun found that his left hand had also lost feeling, and he screamed in pain.
This time he broke the tendon of his left hand, and the scar was deeper, almost cutting off Feng Chun's wrist.
The crowd was not calm anymore.
If the first sword was a coincidence, then what happened to the second sword?
It's impossible for the two swords to fall on Feng Chun's wrist by such a coincidence.
Feng Chun lowered his hands with a look of pain on his face.
Losing both hands means that one will no longer be able to perform martial arts in the future.
Although his cultivation level is still at the ninth level of Lingwu, without his hands, an ordinary first level of Lingwu can kill him.
"Chen Xiao, you must die a happy death!"
Feng Chun didn't even bother to call Chen Xiao by his name just now, and kept calling him "boy".
After his hands were crippled, he shouted Chen Xiao's name, and his momentum was suppressed.
"If I were you, I should shut up at this time. If you piss me off, you won't be able to save your legs."
Chen Xiao's sharp eyes swept towards Feng Chun.
The latter was so frightened that he really didn't dare to speak.
Although he lost his hands, he could still walk on his legs. After the hand tendons were reattached, he could not perform martial arts and his normal activities were not restricted.
If Chen Xiao breaks his hamstring, he will have to spend the rest of his life in bed.
Feng Chun, who was ranked 80th on the outer sect genius list, was actually frightened by Chen Xiao's words.
Without saying a word, their faces turned purple. Many people suppressed laughter but did not dare to laugh.
After getting rid of Feng Chun, Chen Xiao's eyes fell on Bai Shiran.
The latter was too frightened to speak and stood trembling on the spot.
"Bai Shiran, should I do it or you should solve it yourself."
Chen Xiao walked towards Bai Shiran step by step, like a god of death.
"Is this Chen Xiao crazy? He really wants to kill Bai Shiran in public."
Many people thought that Chen Xiao was just punishing him. After all, killing the outer disciples was tantamount to violating the sect's rules.
If you break Feng Chun's tendons, you will not be punished, but killing someone is different.
"Chen Xiao, if you dare to try to kill me, aren't you afraid of the sect's punishment?"
Bai Shiran risked his life, with a look of anger on his face, and his chest seemed to be filled with fire, but he couldn't vent it out.
"You keep talking even when you are about to die!"
Chen Xiao smiled, and a powerful soul power roared out from his soul sea.
Whoever kills someone will definitely leave evidence.
