Uh-huh!
Yin Le's sword strike was urgent and fast. By the time people reacted, the fierce sword energy had already reached Shen Chenfeng.
"Senior Brother Yin, stop it."
Liu Anran exclaimed, but hugged his shoulders and showed an expression of watching a good show.
Shen Chenfeng frowned slightly, then raised his palm.
Just grab it.
The fierce sword energy was caught between his two fingers, making him unable to move forward or retreat.
"How can this be?"
Yin Le was shocked. The sword strike just now was infinitely close to the speed of light.
Not to mention a cultivator in the golden elixir realm, even a master in the realm of life and death would be killed by his sword if he was caught off guard.
But his inevitable swordsmanship was blocked by Shen Chenfeng.
"Nothing is impossible."
Shen Chenfeng smiled disdainfully and said lightly: "You have so little strength and you still want to participate in a martial arts competition to recruit a bride?"
"you wanna die."
Yin Le suddenly became furious. He roared and pinched his hands violently.
Buzz buzz.
The flying sword caught in Shen Chenfeng's hand vibrated crazily in an instant.
Zigzag ripples, filled with sharp aura that can pierce everything, spread out from the flying sword.
Click!
The entire space was instantly cut into pieces.
However, these sharp ripples hit Shen Chenfeng's body as if they were hitting a mountain, but they had no effect at all.
"What a strong defense."
Yin Le's face darkened, and he changed the techniques of his hands.
The terrifying sword energy instantly turned into a storm, spinning crazily around Shen Chenfeng.
Bang bang bang!
A crisp sound kept coming out.
In just a short moment, Yin Le slashed countless swords.
He didn't stop until the flying sword in his hand curled up with cuts.
But what frightened him was that he slashed hundreds of swords in succession, not to mention hurting Shen Chenfeng, and even failed to break Shen Chenfeng's defense.
"tired?"
Shen Chenfeng smiled slightly, and then his voice suddenly turned cold and said: "In that case, then you also take my sword."
After saying that, he slapped the scabbard suddenly.
boom!
It's like a stormy wave crashing on the shore.
It's like an angry dragon bursting out of the pool.
An extremely strong sword energy slashed out instantly at an unparalleled speed.
"No!"
Yin Le was horrified, and in desperation, he quickly struck the flying sword to his chest.
However, the next moment, he felt an extremely powerful force spreading throughout his body from the flying sword.
"ah!"
Yin Le screamed, leaving afterimages of his body in the air, and rushed straight into the prince's mansion. After crashing through three palaces in a row, he collapsed.
"Bold."
"Who dares to be so arrogant in our prince's palace?"
The entire prince's palace was shaken instantly.
A group of soldiers in armor and several young men in sword robes rushed out at the same time.
"Junior brother Yin."
The young men in sword robes instantly became furious when they saw that Yin Le was unconscious.
They all looked at Shen Chenfeng, their eyes flashing with murderous intent.
"Who are you and why did you attack my junior brother?"
There was a young man in the lead, with a terrifying sword intent rising all over his body.
"Elder brother, stop it."
Liu Anran opened his arms and stood in front of Shen Chenfeng, saying: "Senior Brother Yin was the first to make a move, but his skills were inferior to others, so he was defeated by Chen Feng."
"No matter what the reason is, if you dare to attack Junior Brother Yin, you are disrespecting our lineage of sword gods."
Wang Song took one step forward, and his whole body of sword energy boiled instantly, turning into a sky-swallowing sword light, and he was about to kill him in the air.
"Stop it all."
A vigorous and powerful voice came from the mansion.
Immediately afterwards, an old man with white beard and hair who was calm and intimidating suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
The old man's lumbar spine was straight, his whole body was like a divine sword, and his every move was filled with an aura of unparalleled sharpness.
Sun and Moon Sword God, King Sword Qi.
Shen Chenfeng's eyes flashed. Although he had never seen this old man before, he could guess his identity from the terrifying sword intent on his body.
really.
Seeing the old man, the young men bowed their hands in unison and said, "Master."
"It's just outrageous."
Wang Jianqi snorted coldly, with a majestic look on his face, and said: "The other party has obviously shown mercy, why are you still holding on to him? Is this how I, Wang Jianqi, usually educate you?"
"Master, I'm sorry."
Wang Song immediately looked ashamed and whispered: "I know I was wrong."
"I, the sword cultivator, must do things openly and aboveboard."
Wang Jianqi scolded sternly: "As the senior brother of my sword god lineage, you must set an example. You cannot forget your original intention of practicing swordsmanship because of your own selfishness."
"yes."
Wang Song's eyes were full of determination and he said, "I remember."
"very good."
Wang Jianqi nodded with satisfaction, then turned to look at Shen Chenfeng, with a look of shock on his face.
He looked at Shen Chenfeng up and down, just like a beggar seeing delicious food or a businessman seeing treasure, his eyes couldn't help but shine and said, "Okay, okay, the sword energy is contained but not leaking, the sword intention is sharp but not intimidating. Whose are you?" Disciple, at such a young age, you have already cultivated to the point where man and sword become one?"
"What?"
"Man and sword unite?"
"How can this be?"
Hearing Wang Jianqi's comments, the crowd around him was shocked.
This was the first time that they saw Wang Jianqi praising someone so much.
"I don't have any sect, I'm just a layman."
Shen Chenfeng put his hands behind his back and said calmly.
"Is this true?"
A flash of joy flashed in Wang Jianqi's eyes, and he said: "In that case, are you willing to become my disciple?"
"master."
"Absolutely not."
The faces of several young people changed drastically. Only others had been begging to join Wang Jianqi's sect.
This was the first time they saw Wang Jianqi taking the initiative to recruit a disciple.
"Master, this person's origin is unknown, how can you accept him as your disciple at will?"
A hint of gloom flashed in Wang Song's eyes, and he quickly stepped forward and said.
"yes."
"If you really want to accept a disciple, you must at least find out his origins."
"If he is a member of a cult or a demon sect, wouldn't it ruin the reputation of the master?"
Several young people also followed suit to persuade him.
"Since this person can be An Ran's friend, his character must not be too bad."
Wang Jianqi was determined to win over Shen Chenfeng, his eyes were piercing, and he said: "How about it, are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"
Shen Chenfeng didn't speak, just shook his head gently.
"What's wrong? Are you in any trouble?"
Wang Jianqi changed his past indifference and treated Shen Chenfeng with great enthusiasm, saying: "If you have any difficulties, don't have any scruples, just say it. As long as I can do it, I will never refuse."
"Yeah?"
Shen Chenfeng sneered, with an arrogant look on his face, and said lightly: "You are a sword god, and you want to accept me as your disciple?"
As he spoke, he spoke word by word.
"You do not deserve!"
