Chapter 1268 Jiang Fengfeng's Three Swords!

The disciple of Thunder Cloud Hall, called Junior Brother Yuan, looked at Jiang Fengfeng with a provocative expression.

He saw that Jiang Fengfeng was younger than him, and she admired Luo Feng so much just now, and guessed that it was a young lady from a big family who didn't know much about the world. This kind of heart is higher than the sky, but her strength is not worth mentioning. He wants to see how the other party is doing. Compare your courage with him.

Luo Feng sat on the side, keeping his expression on the ground, but he felt a little sympathetic to this Thunder Cloud Palace disciple in his heart. Jiang Fengfeng's ability to tease people is as good as her strength.

"Do you really want to compare?"

Jiang Fengfeng glanced at the stern young man, with his hands behind his back, with a half-smile on his face.

Luo Feng noticed, however, that Jiang Fengfeng's right hand, which was hidden behind her, had put two fingers together, and there was a faint sword energy at the fingertips, and the sharpness was restrained, as if she was about to fly out to kill at any moment.

"Once a word is spoken, it is hard to follow!"

The stern young man stood up straight and looked at Jiang Fengfeng with a sneer on his face.

"It's hard to chase after a word once said."

A gleam of success flashed in Jiang Fengfeng's eyes, she nodded, and said: "It's very simple. Luo Feng dared to challenge the disciples of the Golden Palace as a college student. He is brave and fearless, and can put life and death aside. If you can do this, you will win , I personally apologize to you for accompanying you."

Everyone nodded secretly, thinking that Jiang Fengfeng's words were reasonable.

When they first learned about Luo Feng and Yi Tian's life-and-death duel, countless people thought it was a self-inflicted death. They didn't have the courage to put life and death aside, and they didn't dare to challenge it. Even if they did, they didn't dare to fight in Bitian City. But Luo Feng came at that time...

"Brother, let's not compare."

Another round-faced female disciple at the same table pulled the stern young man and began to persuade him.

The grim young man froze and shook his head.

If he gave up now, it would undoubtedly mean that he is a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, wouldn't he be ridiculed by everyone?

Clenching his fists tightly, the stern young man looked up at Jiang Fengfeng, "Stop talking nonsense, let's talk about how to compare."

"Good! Have guts!"

A light flashed in Jiang Fengfeng's bright eyes, and she said slowly: "I will make three sword strikes. After three strikes, you will definitely be unharmed.

As long as you stick to the three swords and don't take a step back, you have won. "

The round-faced female disciple was a little worried: "How can you guarantee that you won't hurt senior brother?"

In Jiang Fengfeng's bright pupils, a cold light flashed, and he sneered and said:

"I said I won't hurt him, so I won't hurt him. What's more, I only said that he can't retreat, but I didn't make him unable to dodge. Don't you even have the confidence to avoid my three swords?"

Jiang Fengfeng looked at the stern young man.

"It's ridiculous, it's just three swords. Even if I stand still, you can't hurt me."

The stern young man showed disdain, and with his hands proud, he said, "Make a move. I'll let you see that what Luo Feng can do is not worth mentioning at all."

"Brother..."

The round-faced girl wanted to persuade her again, but was stopped by another female disciple of Thunder Cloud Palace who shook her head.

Things have come to this point, like an arrow on the string, it is impossible to compare.

The diners around stopped their chopsticks and watched this scene with great interest. Along the way of martial arts, those who are masters come first, and it is common for people to be surprised by the battle of strength. This kind of competition is the first time many people have seen it.

Everyone wanted to see if this Leiyun Palace disciple who didn't take the No. 1 new dragon of the Southern Six Leaders in his eyes could hold on to the Three Swords.

"hehe……"

Seeing the cold boy agreeing, Jiang Fengfeng laughed, his eyes changed leisurely, and said: "First sword!"

hum!

The air on the second floor of the restaurant vibrated, Jiang Fengfeng still had his hands behind his back, but a sharp sword energy appeared above the wine table of the four Leiyun Palace disciples without warning.

"retreat!"

The face of the female disciple with the highest cultivation level changed slightly, she led the round-faced female disciple beside her and another male disciple, and shot backwards.

Boom!

Almost at the same time, the sword qi slashed down from the sky, and a table, including the wine and dishes, was smashed to pieces. The strong wind blew out, and the surrounding diners exclaimed, and hurriedly cast their protective qi to protect themselves and the wine table. There were bursts of shock.

Master!

When everything calmed down and everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Fengfeng again, their eyes all changed.

From the beginning to the end, Jiang Fengfeng kept her hands behind her back, as if she had never made a move, and the power and speed of that sword energy should not be underestimated. Many people don't know how the sword energy appeared.

Only Luo Feng looked at all this with a calm expression. What Jiang Fengfeng used just now is obviously boundless sword energy. This sword technique is indeed from the sword tomb. Even if it refers to the sword, the speed is so terrifying, let alone a warrior in the spirit circle. Even for true Yuan Realm fighters, it is difficult to detect their traces if their insight is not strong.

On the other side, the grim young man stood there with no injuries on his body. Looking at the shallow sword marks on the ground, his face was pale and bloodless.

He was originally confident that even if he stayed still, he could easily avoid the opponent's sword move, but he didn't notice the sudden appearance of sword energy just now.

In this way, it is nonsense to try to avoid the sword energy.

At this time, Jiang Fengfeng's voice suddenly sounded.

"Ah, it's off! I originally aimed at the position of your left foot, but it's so far away." Jiang Fengfeng looked at the sword marks on the ground, reached out and patted her smooth forehead, shook her head with a little regret, and muttered: " It seems that my level of swordsmanship still needs to be improved."

Hearing this, the grim young man's heart thumped violently, and a drop of cold sweat unconsciously appeared on his forehead. As we all know, the faster the fast sword is, the more difficult it is to master. If Jiang Fengfeng's sword energy just now was a little bit off, wouldn't he want to spill blood on the spot?

After clapping his hands, Jiang Fengfeng said indifferently: "Forget it, let's start the second sword."

The round-faced girl on the side hurriedly said: "This time, you have to be more precise before making a move."

Jiang Fengfeng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I am very confident in my swordsmanship."

The stern young man's face was livid, and he almost couldn't help but want to yell, and he regretted agreeing to this competition, but now he was already riding a tiger, and giving up halfway meant that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, so he could only grit his teeth and hold on. Fortunately, there were only two swords left. There shouldn't be any problems, right?

Jiang Fengfeng raised her right index finger, aimed at the cold boy, "Second sword!"

brush!

A sharp air bloomed at the fingertips.

next moment.

A beam of bright sword energy more than two feet long appeared in front of the cold young man, and with a chirping sound, a clear crack was torn on the chest of the white robe on his body.

"ah!"

Juvenile Jun only felt a chill in his chest. He thought he had been hit by a sword, and screamed in fright. After a closer look, he found that the clothes on his chest were torn. Wet, feet go limp.

"Hey, it's off again. Forget it, don't care about it."

Jiang Fengfeng pursed her lips lightly, raised her index finger again, and parted her red lips lightly, "Take my third sword!"

As soon as he spoke, the stern young man's face suddenly changed. The pressure of life and death completely overwhelmed his mental will, and he no longer cared about face. He sprinted and shot backwards.

boom!

Suddenly there was a loud noise on the second floor of the restaurant. The cold boy's body smashed into the wall and he stood up. He hurriedly checked his body and heaved a long sigh of relief when he saw that there was no injury on his body.

When he calmed down, he suddenly found that the whole restaurant was eerily quiet. When he looked up, everyone was looking at him, with surprise, disdain and ridicule in their eyes.

"Brother..."

The round-faced girl looked at the stern boy, pursed her red lips, and wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything.

Jiang Fengfeng withdrew her hand, glanced at the cold young man, smiled coquettishly, and said slowly:

"I only made two sword strikes, and I haven't made a third sword yet."