Zhang Qianfan stood there, his whole body completely frozen.

At this moment, his whole mind even turned blank. He could only see countless swords and shadows rushing out from the eyes of the old man opposite, making him unable to even raise the idea of ​​resisting.

He even felt like he was in a life-and-death crisis, just as the person on the other side could kill him with just one look.

This is an incredible thing.

He is now a powerful middle-grade master. Logically speaking, with his current strength, no one except Tianzong can make him feel such a strong life and death crisis. Even a top-grade master, although his strength is stronger than him, it is impossible for him to not even be able to raise the idea of ​​defense.

But now, this scene really happened in front of him.

Fortunately, although the old man's eyes were terrible, he was not hostile, and he was completely touched in an instant.

He looked at Zhang Qianfan, and his tone was plain, but if he listened carefully, he could still feel a hint of pride that was hard to hide: "Who is Xiao Yitian?"

This old man is naturally Chen Yufeng, the contemporary sword master of the Shushan Sect who came from Sichuan and Shu.

This time he came to issue a letter of war to Xiao Dongchen.

"You are looking for a master?"

Zhang Qianfan's face changed slightly: "The master is in seclusion and will not see guests."

"Don't worry, we have no malice, we just came to send a letter of war."

Chen Yufeng glanced at the young man next to him, and then the young man took out an envelope from his body.

Zhang Qianfan took the envelope, glanced at it, frowned and said, "Jian Jinghong?"

“Bold!”

As soon as Zhang Qianfan said this, the young man around Chen Yufeng shouted: "The name of the master is not something you, a small middle-grade master, can say directly! I think you are seeking death!"

His tone was very bad, as if he was about to take action if he had a disagreement.

"My teacher is called Shushan Sword Saint. When he learned that Xiao Yitian killed Shen Wuchang, he specially sent me to send me a battle letter. Seven days later, the top of Shushan will wait for him to fight."

Chen Yufeng said lightly, although he didn't say anything, his face was also a little unhappy. Obviously, he had a grudge against Zhang Qianfan's words "Sword Jinghong".

Zhang Qianfan had never heard of Shushan Sword Saint, but he was very clear about Chen Yufeng's strength.

Chen Yufeng himself is already so powerful. How strong should his master be?

It must be another powerful person in Tianzong.

He thought for a while and said, "The master is still in seclusion. Without his permission, we dare not make a decision without authorization."

"Just tell him to leave the seclusion. Master is in seclusion for many years. This time he challenged him to give him face. Does he still want Master to wait for him to leave the seclusion?"

The young man sneered.

He looked at Zhang Qianfan with disdain, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

As Chen Yufeng's first disciple, he naturally knew very well about Xiao Yitian's deeds.

He is the most talented genius in the Shushan Sect for a hundred years, but now he is just a low-level master. If Xiao Yitian was just a young man, how could he become a powerful man in the Tianzong?

"The master gave an order before he was retreating. If there is no need to disturb him."

Zhang Qianfan's face was cold. With his temper, if it weren't for Chen Yufeng's presence, he would have done it long ago.

A mere low-level master who dares to be disrespectful to his master is simply seeking death.

"Hmph, important things? The master's challenge is the biggest thing."

The young man sneered and glanced at Chen Yufeng next to him casually. After finding that the latter's expression had not changed, he became more and more confident in his heart and sneered: "The master saw other things, so he challenged him. If you know the truth, please call Xiao Yitian out quickly. Otherwise, don't blame us for being polite."

Before he finished speaking, he drew out the long sword from behind with a "swish" sound. Without saying a word, a sword energy shot out from the tip of his sword.

"careful!"

Shengqi's face changed drastically. He was only in the early stage of foundation building and could not stop the sword energy.

Zhang Qianfan's face suddenly became cold, and he held the short sword given to him by Xiao Dongchen in his hand. With the stimulation of true energy, he slashed out with one sword.

The two sword energy collided in an instant.

The young man originally had a sneer, but his face suddenly changed the next moment.

In this collision, his sword energy could not support it for even a second, and it was cut into two pieces.

After Zhang Qianfan's sword energy cut off his sword energy, he still shot towards him with constant speed.

"Sharp!"

He activated the true energy in his body with all his strength, and the long sword in his hand slashed hard on the sword energy. The young man's body shook and took three steps back in a row, and finally dissipated the force on Zhang Qianfan's sword energy.

His long sword kept shaking, and the tiger's mouth was also broken by the recoil force. The collision ended with his complete defeat.

"you!"

His eyes were bloodshot. As the best genius of the Shushan Sect, he had never been defeated with a sword?

But before he could take action for the second time, Chen Yufeng suddenly looked moved and raised his hand to stop him.

The young man looked at Chen Yufeng in confusion, but Chen Yufeng ignored him, but looked at Zhang Qianfan with a slight chaotic look.

"This is Shin Wuye's sword, how is it in your hands?"

He and Shin Wuye had a battle. Although he finally defeated Shin Wuye, he was also a small victory. He naturally knew Shin Wuye's short sword, especially the sharpness of this short sword, even from his eyes, it was the best.

"I don't know who Shin Wuye is. This sword was given by the master. As for the others... there is nothing to tell."

Zhang Qianfan said coldly.

Even when facing Chen Yufeng, he didn't give him any good face.

Chen Yufeng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the dagger.

"This sword is not something you can own, bring it."

He stretched out his right hand and asked for it directly.

Of course, Zhang Qianfan would not give it to him and said coldly: "This is given to me by the master. Do you want it? It's impossible!"

Chen Yufeng's face suddenly sank. Even if the quality of this short sword is extremely attractive to him, would a small middle-grade master want to monopolize it?

"If you don't want toast, you will be punished for wine."

He snorted coldly, swung his sleeves, and immediately a powerful true energy surged out of his body.

Any of these true qi is like a sharp sword, extremely sharp.

Zhang Qianfan's face suddenly turned pale. Chen Yufeng could even defeat Shen Wuye, and was already at the peak of the Grandmaster of Transformation.

He is just a middle-grade master, so how can he resist it?

"Since you don't give it to me, I have to come and get it myself."

With a slight stretched out from his hand, Chen Yufeng stepped on his foot and instantly came to Zhang Qianfan's face. His palm, wrapped in true energy, grabbed the short sword in Zhang Qianfan's hand.

Seeing that the short sword was about to be grabbed by him, Zhang Qianfan's face was humiliated.

However, at this moment, a roar suddenly broke out.
Chapter completed!