Walking in the world of martial arts

Chapter 112
Chen Feng drank, but not much, and never got drunk.

For people in the Jianghu, getting drunk is a luxury.

Many people only need to get drunk once to die.

Chen Feng was not drunk, nor did he want to die.

But Chen Feng knew that if he got drunk this time, he would die.

This is a small restaurant, opened on the hillside, only pedestrians will visit here, but there are not too many pedestrians in this place, so there are not too many people visiting here, but today is an exception.

Just after Chen Feng drank a glass of wine, nine people walked into the restaurant.

They didn't drink, they didn't drink tea, they asked for nothing.

As soon as they entered the restaurant, they had already set their sights on Chen Feng.

They are not ordinary people, and ordinary people do not carry swords with them.

Mandarin Duck Saber, Yanling Spear, Bronze Sword, Dragon and Phoenix Claw, Nine-section Whip, Mace, Iron Fan.

Although there are only nine of them, they have six weapons.

Anyone can see that they are not easy to mess with, anyone can feel the murderous aura on them, and anyone can also imagine that they are here to kill, and the target is Chen Feng.

Chen Feng didn't recognize them, but Chen Feng also knew that they wanted to kill him.

Chen Feng drank the wine slowly, waiting for them to make a move.

Chen Feng was known for being calm and ruthless when he first came out. Now that he has been walking in the arena for more than four years, he is even more calm and ruthless. Once four people pointed guns at his throat, and Chen Feng's expression did not change.

He took a sip of his wine slowly, waiting for these people to make a move.

As soon as these people make a move, he will make a move, and when the time comes, it will be up to who wins.

These people didn't make a move, they were murderous, but they didn't make a move.

They seemed to be waiting for Chen Feng to make a move.

The wind was heavy and the rain seemed to be full of murderous intent.

The murderous intent was invisible, but people could see it. A man with an iron umbrella walked into the hotel slowly.

After he walked into the hotel, he didn't ask for a drink from the boss whose legs were weak and paralyzed on the ground, he only said one word - kill!

A very simple word, but also a very terrible word.

After one word, there was a fight.

Before the words were finished, nine murderous killers attacked at the same time.

They rushed towards Chen Feng, using their best, most ruthless and deadly moves.

They can be regarded as masters in the arena, and they have killed many people. The nine of them teamed up, and their lethality has reached an unimaginable level.

But Chen Feng still drank.

This is his third glass of wine.

After finishing the third glass of wine, the ultimate move was in front of him.

Only then did Chen Feng draw his sword.

The sword light flashed and disappeared.

The strong smell of blood filled the violent wind and heavy rain.

The murderous nine people no longer had any murderous intent.

Only the living can emit murderous aura, but the dead cannot.

They are already dead, so naturally they have no murderous intent.

They fell together, with wounds in their throats.

The wound was neither deep nor shallow, just enough to kill him.

This is not only a deadly swordsmanship, but also a swordsman who never wastes energy.

Chen Feng downed his glass slowly, at this time the middle-aged man who walked in with an iron umbrella had already walked up to Chen Feng and sat down.

The middle-aged man poured himself a glass of wine and sighed: "Although they are the Nine Taihang Monsters, I know it is not difficult to kill them with your skills, but I really didn't expect that you could actually kill them with one sword." , it seems that your swordsmanship has improved to an unbelievable level in the past four years."

Chen Feng sighed lightly, poured a glass of wine, looked at the middle-aged man, and said, "Although I always hope to see you, I never want to see you in this kind of place."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "Do you know what I'm here for?"

Chen Feng said: "You shouldn't have appeared here. Now that you have appeared, there is only one possibility: you came here specially to find me to test the sword."

"You are really smart, I did come to ask you to test the sword."

Chen Feng drank the fine wine in his glass with a smile, and sighed: "Trying the sword is not terrible, what is terrible is that you not only ask me to try the sword, but also come to fight for your life."

The middle-aged man looked at the wine glass in his hand. After a long while, he slowly drank the wine in the glass. Then he slowly stood up and said slowly: "You should know that I have always hoped to surpass him, but I have always been unable to do so." There is no way to surpass him, but you don't know it, and I never want anyone to surpass him, not even you."

Chen Feng smiled and said: "You should trust Master, because he is recognized as the world's number one swordsman Xue Yiren, and even the jellyfish Yin Ji is not sure that he can defeat him in this world."

The middle-aged man was none other than Xue Yiren's younger brother, Xue Xiaoren, Chen Feng's uncle.

Xue Xiaoren came here specially to find Chen Feng. His purpose was to prevent Chen Feng from fighting with Xue Yiren. In order to prevent Chen Feng from fighting with Xue Yiren, he could kill Chen Feng.

Xue Xiaoren has always been a cruel person, for Xue Yiren's reputation, Xue Xiaoren can kill anyone, including Chen Feng.

In fact, Xue Xiaoren never thought of killing Chen Feng before.

Xue Xiaoren has always believed that although Chen Feng's swordsmanship talent is extremely high, it is still far inferior to his brother Xue Yiren. He believes that Chen Feng will never surpass his brother Xue Yiren in his lifetime and take away Xue Yiren's title as the best swordsman in the world.

But in the past three years, Chen Feng has killed all directions. I don't know how many top experts who many people thought no one could kill, all died tragically under Chen Feng's sword.

Especially in the past two years, Chen Feng has rarely used the second move to kill people. No matter how terrifying a master is, it is difficult to block Chen Feng's second move.

Xue Xiaoren had to admit that Chen Feng had undergone a radical change.

Therefore, Xue Xiaoren was already worried that Chen Feng could defeat Xue Yiren, and might even kill Xue Yiren.

Once Xue Xiaoren and Xue Yiren talked about Chen Feng, this conversation made Xue Xiaoren determined to deal with Chen Feng.

Xue Xiaoren asked Xue Yiren how far Chen Feng's swordsmanship had reached.

Xue Yiren pondered for a while, and gave the answer: He is already qualified to be my opponent, and we will not only lose in the battle between master and apprentice, but also have a very high possibility of life and death.

Xue Xiaoren was a little surprised and asked why.

The answer Xue Yiren gave was simple: Chen Feng's swordsmanship is not inferior to mine, and we have practiced the swordsmanship of killing people. There is no room for mercy between the two of them, so either I die or he dies.

Xue Xiaoren can reluctantly accept Xue Yiren's defeat, but he absolutely cannot accept Xue Yiren's death.

So Xue Xiaoren gave up everything and finally found Chen Feng. He wanted to kill Chen Feng.

If Xue Xiaoren had other methods, he would never do such a thing.

He has always admired Chen Feng, and even liked Chen Feng a little bit, but compared to Chen Feng, Xue Yi's personality is more important anyway.

So he had no choice, he must not take any risks, so he had to kill Chen Feng.

Chen Feng was not surprised that Xue Xiaoren came. When Xue Xiaoren arrived, Chen Feng already understood Xue Xiaoren's thoughts.

Therefore, he did not ask Xue Xiaoren why he wanted to kill him, nor did he blame Xue Xiaoren.

He was just helpless.

He didn't want Xue Xiaoren to come, but Xue Xiaoren came anyway.

However, Chen Feng put away his sighs and helplessness.

He looked at Xue Xiaoren and said, "Of course you didn't come alone."

Xue Xiaoren didn't speak, but there was a sound in the rain, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice: "It's not just him, I'm here too, so you must die."

When the words sounded, a sharp light flashed in Xue Xiaoren's eyes.

The sword has been pierced.

(End of this chapter)