"The prince is killed!"

Mao Qingquan shouted loudly, thrust his sword forward, and the sword body flickered with cold light, and he sucked out a sword light of about a foot long, making a sound like a dragon roar.

In the bar, the temperature was a few degrees lower, and wherever the sword light passed, a trace of ice crystal flying in the air was drifting, colorful.

It can be said to be the most beautiful and beautiful world!

When did everyone around him see such a strange scene? They opened their eyes wide and showed an incredible look.

Chen Feiyu secretly praised him, and knew that it was probably because of the long sword in Mao Qingquan's hand that it had such a effect.

It’s just a pity that such a magical magic sword would fall into the hands of an old man like Mao Qingquan, which is really a waste of resources.

Chen Feiyu sighed in his heart, but his movements were not stopped. Facing Mao Qingquan's stunning sword, he met in a flash. Although he had no sword in his hand, he bounced his fingers and a white sword energy shot out and attacked Mao Qingquan's face.

Mao Qingquan had a sword in his hand, but it was still a first-class magic sword. He shouted lightly, and with the advantage of the magic sword, he slashed in the air, directly eliminating Chen Feiyu's sword energy intovisible.

Chen Feiyu looked stern, and soon, he fought with Mao Qingquan.

Whether it is Chen Feiyu or Mao Qingquan, they are all the few masters of swordsmanship in the world. As soon as the two of them fought, they showed strong strength and destructive power.

Soon, in the entire bar, sword energy was radiating everywhere, ice crystals were magnificent, and the sword light was flying, and the cold waves were raging, and the frost formed on the ground was layer by layer, as if it had become a world of ice and snow.

I am afraid that if people with a master's cultivation level below will either die or be injured whenever they touch Chen Feiyu's sword energy or Mao Qingquan's sword light.

Everyone around was shocked. Under the impact of the sword energy and strong winds emitted by the two of them in the fierce battle, they retreated to the bottom of the wall and had no choice but to retreat, for fear of being involved in this battle of the sword masters and suffering from undesirable disasters.

Ye Yilin was even more dazzled, her eyes full of splashing ice crystals and sharp sword energy. Even she couldn't even see Chen Feiyu's figure clearly, and could only see one after another.

If it weren't for the gale of wind blowing on her face, she would have thought she was dreaming.

Suddenly, Chen Feiyu bounced his finger and gently flicked on Mao Qingquan's sword.

With a crisp sound of "ding", Mao Qingquan's tiger's mouth suddenly became numb, and the "Qingshuang Sword" in his hand was immediately swept aside, and the empty door in front of him opened.

Before Mao Qingquan could react, Chen Feiyu bullied himself and slammed Mao Qingquan's cheek with a punch.

Mao Qingquan groaned, vomited blood from his mouth, and flew backwards involuntarily.

Before he could fly out three or five meters away, Chen Feiyu pointed his toes on the frosty ground and arrived first. He came to Mao Qingquan and punched Mao Qingquan hard on the chin.

Suddenly, Mao Qingquan flew upwards, collided through the three-story roof above, and flew high up to twenty meters above.

Su Yuchen grew up and looked shocked and frightened.

Among the people present, no one knew the horror of Mao Qingquan better than him. Even among the "Eight Great Vajras" of the Su family, Mao Qingquan's strength is in the upper reaches. He is a rare master of the Su family in Zhongyue Province. He once defeated the powerful people of the ten major families of Zhongyue Province with his three-foot "Qingshuang Sword" in his hand and achieved great reputation.

It can be said that even his father, the head of the Su family, had to give in to Mao Qingquan when he saw him.

However, Mao Qingquan, which was intimidating in Zhongyue Province, was actually beaten away by Chen Feiyu, who had bare hands?

Su Yuchen felt an ominous premonition in his heart, Xie Xiaoran was dead. If Mao Qingquan was killed by Chen Feiyu again, then his trip to Changlin Province would not only gain nothing, but would even suffer heavy losses. After returning to Zhongyue Province, he would definitely face strict punishment...

Su Yuchen shuddered. Now, he could only pray that Mr. Mao could establish his power again and kill Chen Feiyu here.

In the field, Chen Feiyu stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, looked at the big hole, waiting for Mao Qingquan to fall.

Mao Qingquan was in mid-air, but his heart was getting more and more shocked. He thought that with his "mid-level master" strength, even though he was slightly inferior to Chen Feiyu, he could cooperate with the power of the magic weapon "Qingshuang Sword" in his hand, not to mention that he could kill Chen Feiyu, but at least he could suppress Chen Feiyu and then become famous in Changlin Province.

However, now he is at a disadvantage everywhere, while Chen Feiyu is just bare-handed.

"This son is so powerful at a young age. If he is given more than ten or twenty years, wouldn't he be invincible in the world? At that time, I'm afraid that even the Su family in Zhongyue Province will have to surrender to him. No, I have to find a way to kill him here!"

Mao Qingquan gritted his teeth and decided not to keep it anymore. He whispered in the air: "One move will determine your life and death!"

The sound was loud and it was heard from afar in the night sky.

"As you wish!"

Chen Feiyu's expression remained unchanged, and he was free and freehand.

The next moment, Mao Qingquan shouted loudly, holding the magic sword in his hand, slashed towards Chen Feiyu from top to bottom, and a cold wave erupted from the sword body, pressing down on Chen Feiyu!

Like a meteor falling from the sky!

Suddenly, the big hole on the roof of the bar expanded several times again, and the entire building began to stagger.

At the same time, a strong cold wave spread into the bar and instantly broke out around. Fortunately, Ye Yilin and Xie Xingchen were protected by the red lotus. They were affected by the cold wave and they just had a cold war. Otherwise, they would have been afraid that the cold wave would have fallen into the bones and their internal organs would be frozen.

Before the sword arrived, the strength had arrived.

Under the pressure of the strong and fierce cold wave, another layer of ice crystals formed on the ground under Chen Feiyu's feet, and they immediately broke one after another. Countless ice crystals flew up from the ground, reflecting colorful light.

Among the countless tiny ice crystals around, Chen Feiyu was not afraid, his eyes were not wavering, his legs were slightly separated, his feet were stepped on the yin and yang, his hands were raised up suddenly, and he explored into the boundless cold wave!

"court death!"

Mao Qingquan was immediately overjoyed. Although he was a man, he had practiced feminine skills since childhood. Coupled with the chance, he got the Qingshuang Sword in his hand. Every time he swung the sword, a strong cold air would automatically emit from the sword body, adding three success powers in vain, which could be called a tiger's wings. This also made him confident that he would become the strongest in the middle class of the Grandmaster.

At the moment, the sword he slashed at Chen Feiyu not only exerted all his strength, but also exerted all the cold air in the Qingshuang Sword.

He was confident that even with this sword, no matter how powerful Chen Feiyu was, he would be either dead or injured!

Thinking of this, Mao Qingquan's murderous intent won a great victory in his eyes, and once again activated the true energy in his body without reservation, trying to kill Chen Feiyu with one sword!

The next moment, Mao Qingquan felt that the sword's strength suddenly disappeared, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Chen Feiyu stood proudly and held his hands up. In the palm of his hand, a white ball the size of a basketball appeared, with gas inside, exuding a violent and cold aura.

It was the cold wave and power of Mao Qingquan's sword body that were all contained in Chen Feiyu's Wujiquan's hands.

"This...how is this possible?"

Mao Qingquan said in shock that although he was a powerful master, he suddenly lost his strength and his body lost balance in the air, and a gap appeared for a moment.

"If you kill you, the Su family in Zhongyue Province will be left with only the "six great kings"."

Chen Feiyu's murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and suddenly stepped on the ground, and pushed the white energy ball with his right hand, hitting Mao Qingquan's chest.

In an instant, a violent force scattered everywhere, as if an earthquake had occurred. Everyone felt the ground under their feet tremble endlessly, and the walls of the entire bar were even more shaky, and the walls were mixed with ice crystals peeled off.

"No, this building is about to collapse."

Honglian's expression changed, and she didn't have time to think about it. She held Ye Yilin's slender waist in one hand and Xie Xingchen's collar in the other hand, and instantly came to the road outside.

On the other side, Su Yuchen, Geng Junhua and others also ran out one after another.

The next moment, there was a loud "boom" sound, and the three-story bar collapsed instantly. The scene was dusty for a moment, and there was no sign of the situation inside.

"Sister Honglian, will there be no accident in Feiyu?"

Ye Yilin said worriedly that the three-story building collapsed instantly, and Chen Feiyu was still inside. There would be nothing wrong with his flesh and blood body, right?

Honglian said proudly: "What a stunning figure Mr. Chen is. Not to mention that the three-story small building collapses, even if the sky collapses and the earth breaks, there will be no accident between Mr. Chen in the end of the world."

Of course, strictly speaking, her words are exaggerated, but it can also be seen from it that Honglian's extreme confidence in Chen Feiyu.

Su Yuchen, Geng Junhua and others were nervous. A second before the bar collapsed, they all saw Chen Feiyu successfully hit Mao Qingquan's vital part. With the powerful strength shown by Chen Feiyu, even if Mao Qingquan is not dead, he may be seriously injured.

"The situation is over. You cannot stay here for a long time. You must leave here quickly. If Chen Feiyu comes to his senses, he is afraid that he will not be able to leave even if he wants to."

Su Yuchen's eyes turned and quietly retreated. Seeing that Honglian and others were just staring at the movements in the bar, they did not find their own traces, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He was about to take a step and escape, but suddenly, he heard the sound of "sneering" breaking through the air, and a white sword energy penetrated the smoke and dust in the sky, and turned towards Su Yuchen with a cold heart!

Before Su Yuchen could react, his right knee was immediately penetrated by the sword energy. He screamed and fell to the ground with one knee, his painful facial features twisted.

Geng Junhua, Li Zhengxu, Du Tianning and others then realized that Su Yuchen was about to escape alone, and his face suddenly changed.

Honglian just glanced at Su Yuchen and stopped looking at him.

The smoke gradually dissipated.

One man held a sword and walked up with his head held high, proclaiming his victory.

Honglian and Ye Yilin exclaimed in surprise, Could it be that Chen Feiyu lost?

The smoke and dust completely disappeared, and the person who walked out was Chen Feiyu!

He held the "Qingshuang Sword" and walked while stroking the sword body of the Qingshuang Sword, exclaiming: "What a good sword, what a pity."

Behind Chen Feiyu, Mao Qingquan was lying on the ground, covered in blood, and he didn't know whether it was death or life.
Chapter completed!