Walking in the world of martial arts

Chapter 50 The Passionate Swordsman Ruthless Sword

Assassination may not be the fastest way to kill, but it is definitely the best method.

Even if someone is the best in martial arts in the world, he may not be able to react if he encounters a plot, and he may not be able to survive.

In fact, there are countless masters who died under assassination in Jianghu, and the martial arts of those who killed them were not as good as them, but they took their lives. This is the power of assassination.

At this moment, Chen Feng encountered a conspiracy.

Of course, this assassination was well planned. The plain-looking woman is the bait. As long as Chen Feng's mind is attracted by the woman's words, it will give other people an excellent opportunity to assassinate.

This small shop is very lively. Although there are only twelve tables in the lobby, each table is full of people. Among them, seven or eight tables are full of people. They are chatting happily and eating happily. Can't see any difference between them and other guests.

But after the woman's words fell, when Chen Feng was attracted by the woman, ordinary people like them made a move.

Only when they take action will others know how terrible they are!
They are all people with very rich experience in killing. They try not to make a sound when they take action. Every time they take action, they always attack the vital point.

They have all kinds of weapons, some of which are even ordinary chopsticks.

There are men and women, old and young among them.

They rushed towards Chen Feng with only one purpose, to kill Chen Feng.

Chen Feng looked at the woman from the beginning to the end, as if he was really attracted by the woman's voice and appearance, but in fact it was definitely not the case.

Because although Chen Feng looked at the woman, his hand had already drawn the sword.

As soon as the sword was unsheathed, a mass of sword light formed around it, like a burning fireball.

Chen Feng seemed to have separated himself from others by a wall.

Those killers didn't care about the wall, they just wanted to kill Chen Feng.

Because of this, they die.

One by one, they rushed towards Chen Feng like a tide.

But in fact they are moths.

Chen Feng is fire.

Moths rushing to the flame can only perish themselves.

They fell into the sword light.

The sword light swayed and blood splattered.

Regardless of men, women, young or old, no matter who, if you fall into the sword light, it is like encountering a god of death, and you must die.

On weekdays, Chen Feng is a very sympathetic person, he tries his best not to kill women, whether they are good-looking or not, he tries not to kill them.

But at this time, he didn't care who was attacking him.

As long as someone wants to kill him, he will kill.

The bright white sword light quickly turned into a blood-colored sword light, and the surrounding area was soon stained red with blood.

The shop suddenly became silent.

Chen Feng stood in front of the woman from the beginning to the end, and he also looked at the woman from the beginning to the end. He didn't look back, but just drew his sword.

He didn't have eyes on the back, but the woman felt that Chen Feng had eyes on the back of his head, not only on the back of his head, but also on his whole body. Otherwise, how could every sword that Chen Feng sent out hit the vital point so accurately? How could it be possible not to expend a penny more effort?
Every sword was just right, everyone who attacked and killed Chen Feng was killed just right, if the angle of strength was a little slower, he still couldn't kill him, and if it was a little bit more, it would consume more strength.

But no, not at all.

These people die just right.

Women are actually ready to shoot.

She was ready to take action after she finished speaking to Chen Feng, because at this time the purpose of attracting Chen Feng's attention had been achieved and she could take action.

She has a soft sword in her belt!
Her hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword on her belt, and she could draw the sword with a light twitch.

Once the sword is drawn out, it will shake straight.

At this time, all you need to do is stab Chen Feng's throat.

This period of time is very short, very very short, and it doesn't even take a blink of an eye to kill someone.

But she didn't draw out the sword after all. Although she held the hilt of the sword, she didn't draw out the sword after all.

She has killed countless people and faced death countless times, so she is not a person who is afraid of death.

But at this moment she was afraid.

She had never seen anyone kill someone like that.

She never thought that someone could kill someone so calmly and indifferently.

She saw Chen Feng killing people, and even felt that Chen Feng thought that what he killed was not a human being at all, but just crushed a group of bedbugs and trampled to death a group of ants.

Because of this, she was afraid, so although she held the sword, she didn't draw it out.

She didn't know whether she killed Chen Feng or Chen Feng killed her with the sword.

She is very confident every time she takes a shot, and she is confident that she will succeed.

But this time is different!
This time she lost her confidence without making a move, so she didn't dare to make a move, she didn't make a move.

The sword light all over the sky disappeared, and the screams and wailing all around disappeared immediately.

The sword light disappeared only because there was no need to send another sword.

The wail disappeared, but it was because the person killed was dead.

Therefore, the moment the sword light disappeared and the howling disappeared, an unprecedented cruel and beautiful bloody scene was formed.

Although the sword light disappeared, the sword was still there.

Chen Feng held the sword, blood was dripping on the sword.

This was originally a sword that was not likely to be stained with blood, but it had been killed too much, so it had become a sword stained red with blood.

Blood dripped drop by drop.

It didn't fall on the ground, because at this moment the sword was pointing obliquely at the woman in front of him.

Blood dripped onto the table drop by drop.

The food on the table was stained red with blood, and the woman's sleeves were also stained red with blood, but the woman's expression did not change at all.

The woman was still looking at Chen Feng quietly, and she was still holding the sword tightly in her hand.

The last drop of blood dripped, and the sword had recovered its brightness, and it turned into a sword that didn't seem to drink blood. At this time, the woman opened her mouth slowly.

The woman said: "I have heard people say that you have always been very sympathetic to women. Not only do you not kill beauties, but you seldom kill women."

"Yes." Chen Feng said lightly.

The woman said again: "But you have killed many women today, among the 19 people who fell here, ten of them were women, and three or four of them were very pretty."

"Maybe." Chen Feng said: "I didn't look at them, so I don't know."

The woman said: "But you killed them."

"Because they wanted to kill me, so I killed them." Chen Feng said: "If they don't want to kill me, they will never die."

This is of course true.

Chen Feng drew out his sword and formed a high wall around his body.

Because it was a high wall, it was defense, but the killer jumped over the high wall, and the high wall changed from defense to offense.

Once attacked, these people will die.

The woman admitted that Chen Feng himself did not see every sword strike made by Chen Feng, but she did. Those killers were indeed seeking death - because they wanted to kill Chen Feng, so they sought death.

"Sentimental swordsman is ruthless sword. The swordsman may be sentimental, but the sword is ruthless." The woman let out a long breath and said, "So the rumors are wrong. You not only kill women, but you also kill beauties. In your eyes, men and women , old people, children, there is no difference between anyone.”

Chen Fengdao: "In my eyes, sometimes they are just two kinds of people."

"Those two kinds of people?"

"Those who want to kill me and those who are killed by me!"

For a swordsman, there seem to be only these two types of people in this world.

The woman smiled.

Her complexion was very pale, and she seemed to be radiantly white when she smiled, and her smile was also very moving.

She looked at Chen Feng and the sword in front of her, and said: "Anyway, I finally confirmed one thing: rumors are sometimes not necessarily reliable, so I was wrong! But I still want to know, in your eyes Who am I?"

Chen Feng's face didn't change at all, nor did the sword in his hand. He said calmly: "It depends on who you want to be?"

—Dead, living!
There are two types of people in this world.

It seems that there are only two types of people under the sword.

Women naturally want to be alive.

But it is not easy to become a living person.

(End of this chapter)