Peerless Martial Soul

"Three days ago, you told me that you were looking forward to meeting me in the competition."

"Because, this means that you have entered the next round, so now, your wish has been fulfilled, and you really met me."

"Well, are you happy?"

Chen Feng is smiling, but the smile on his face is cold!

Yang Wenyao's lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word. In fact, he was full of fear and despair.

At this time, among the crowd, a goose-yellow figure appeared, and Chen Ziyuan seemed to always wear yellow fir.

But this color also suits her very well. The long one is that kind of very cute type. With this, it adds a bit of playfulness.

Seeing her coming, many people laughed and said: "The gambling game is here again."

"No, it should be said that the people who pit our money are here again."

Everyone laughed.

Then, Chen Ziyuanyuan took out the jade board again. The jade board is still yesterday. Chen Feng’s odds are still one to one. On the other hand, Yang Wenyao’s odds are one to three hundred, which is the same as yesterday. Than, nothing has changed at all.

It just changed the name to Yang Wenyao's name.

Facing the crowd, Chen Ziyuan said with a smile: "Everyone. At the beginning of today's gambling game, Chen Feng still loses one one, and Yang Wenyao loses three hundred one. Come and place your bets."

This time, she greeted her warmly here, but unfortunately, everyone just watched outside, but no one was willing to bet.

"Haha, don't think we are idiots. We were cheated once by you. Can you still understand this time?"

The reason for this situation today is that Chen Feng's strength advantage is too obvious.

That being the case, she was not depressed anymore, a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she no longer greeted business, just smiled and looked at Chen Feng on the stage with anticipation.

The competition had not yet begun, and a few people in red came over outside the crowd.

The faces of these people in red were very cold, and when their gazes turned toward Chen Feng, they were full of bitter killing intent, but they did not approach the ring of Chen Feng, but stood far away. Watching there.

The incense stick is lit again, and the third round of competition is about to begin.

When the incense burned out, Jian Mingjun's voice resounded in the square: "The test begins!"

Chen Feng slowly pulled out the Kassapa Breaking Knife, and he held the dark blade in his hand and pointed it at Yang Wenyao in the distance.

His voice was icy, as if the cold wind blowing from the far north: "Yang Wenyao, are you ready to die?"

Yang Wenyao was trembling all the time, even if he knew that he was not Chen Feng's opponent, but he was very unwilling to admit defeat, so he kept holding on here.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Chen Feng's mouth, his voice was extremely cold, and he uttered a word: "Death!"

As he said, he swiftly rushed forward, and Kassapa cut out fiercely with a breaking knife in his hand.

Bahuang Ji Mie cut the fifth knife, and cut it out fiercely. That tyrannical force suddenly broke out, and with a fierce posture, it slashed at Yang Wenyao fiercely.

But at this time, feeling this terrifying breath, and feeling that he might die at any time, Yang Wenyao showed a touch of extreme fear in his eyes, he let out a panic cry, turned around and jumped under the ring .

While running away, he shouted loudly: "I will not fight anymore, I will give up!"

Everyone was stunned, but didn't expect it to be such an ending.

Many people have a sneer on their faces: "This Yang Wenyao is really an eggless waste. He was holding on before, but now he is about to fight, but he immediately surrendered."

"If you want to hold on, just keep on holding on!"

"Yes, either you give in at first, and everyone is disappointed!"

When Yang Wenyao jumped to the stage, he turned his head in the air, looked at Chen Feng with a bitter face, and yelled: "Chen Feng, wait for me, I won't let you go!"

"I am not your opponent, but I will find someone to kill you! You will definitely die! I must kill you! Yixue's shame today!"

Obviously, he felt that he would inevitably escape from birth this time, so he became arrogant again at this time and openly threatened Chen Feng.

At this moment, Chen Feng showed a mocking smile, and said coldly: "Did I let you run away?"

With that said, Chen Feng was in the shape of electricity, and he came behind Yang Wenyao in an instant.

Then, the tyrannical cut of Kasaba's ring breaking knife in his hand instantly turned into a lightly upward pick.

Such an extremely difficult move was easy for him to do. In this challenge, he hooked Yang Wenyao's clothes, and then slammed him back directly at him.

With a bang, he fell heavily on the ring.

Yang Wenyao was stupefied by this blow. He was full of Venus. After a while, he recovered, and then his face showed extreme fear in an instant.

Because he found out that he was still on the ring.

At this time, Chen Feng had already turned around and slowly forced him towards him. Thinking of the words he had just said, the fear in his heart was like a tide that could not be contained.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Chen Feng's mouth, and he said softly: "I didn't hear what you just said, can you say it again?"

Yang Wenyao squeezed a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying, and said quickly: "Chen Feng, what I said was a joke, don't take it to heart, it's really a joke!"

"Oh? Are you kidding me?" Chen Feng tickled the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile: "Alright, then I'll make a joke with you."

With that, Chen Feng blasted him out with a punch, and then he fell heavily on the ring, spurting blood and breaking bones.

Chen Feng stepped forward, looked down at him, smiled and said, "I'm joking with you!"

As he said, his fist slowly went down again.

Yang Wenyao's mouth let out a scream like a pig, and he screamed for mercy: "Chen Feng, you spare me, don't kill me, please don't kill me."

His tears and nose came out, and he cried and begged.

Chen Feng smiled and said: "Okay, I won't kill you!"

"Ah? You won't kill me?" Yang Wenyao showed an extremely ecstatic expression on his face.

At the same time, there was still a deep-rooted resentment in his eyes, and a voice snarled in his heart frantically: "I will definitely kill you, Chen Feng, you make me humiliated, I will definitely kill you! "

This person is vicious in nature, and is thinking about **** Chen Feng.

At this moment, the smile on Chen Feng's face suddenly turned cold, and he hit it down with a punch, directly smashing Yang Wenyao's heart.

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