Although I know that Chen Feiyu has a high level of cultivation, Mao Qingquan is not afraid.

I saw him raise the sword with his right hand, erect it in front of his chest, and gently bounce the middle finger of his left hand on the sword.

I heard a crisp "ding" sound, and a white ripple suddenly stirred out, and wherever I passed, the ground condensed into frost.

The next moment, the ripples and the sword energy met in the air. Suddenly, the sword energy that was originally invincible turned directly into slender ice crystals, and fell to the ground one after another, making a crisp sound, and then shattered and dissipated invisible.

And after the white ripples frozen sword energy, it was still spreading around, and at an extremely fast speed, it instantly came to Chen Feiyu's eyes.

If he avoided it, then Ye Yilin, Xie Xingchen and others behind him would undoubtedly turn into ice sculptures.

Chen Feiyu did not hesitate, opened his mouth and vomited slightly. With a "swish", he immediately spit out an invisible sword aura, breaking the ripples in front of him.

At present, except for the location behind Chen Feiyu and Mao Qingquan, the entire bar has been covered with a layer of frost, reflecting colorful light under the light.

Chen Feiyu was slightly surprised. This was the first time he saw this strange move after he went down the mountain.

Sure enough, the world is so great that there are many capable people, and we cannot easily underestimate the heroes of the world.

"The prince is killed!"

Mao Qingquan shouted loudly, thrust his sword forward, and the sword body flashed coldly, and he sucked out a sword light of about a foot long, making a sound like a dragon roar.

In the bar, the temperature was a few degrees lower, and wherever the sword light passed, a trace of ice crystal flying in the air was drifting, colorful.

It can be said to be the most beautiful and beautiful world!

When did everyone around him see such a strange scene? They opened their eyes wide and showed an incredible look.

Chen Feiyu secretly praised him, and knew that it was probably because of the long sword in Mao Qingquan's hand that it had such an effect.

It’s just a pity that such a magical magic sword would fall into the hands of an old man like Mao Qingquan, which is really a waste of resources.

Chen Feiyu sighed in his heart, but his movements were not stopped. Facing Mao Qingquan's stunning sword, he met in a flash. Although he had no sword in his hand, he bounced his fingers and a white sword energy shot out and attacked Mao Qingquan's face.

Mao Qingquan had a sword in his hand, but it was still a first-class magic sword. He shouted lightly, and with the advantage of the magic sword, he slashed in the air, directly eliminating Chen Feiyu's sword energy intovisible.

Chen Feiyu looked stern, and soon, he fought with Mao Qingquan.

Whether it is Chen Feiyu or Mao Qingquan, they are all the few masters of swordsmanship in the world. As soon as the two of them fought, they showed strong strength and destructive power.

Soon, within the entire bar, sword energy was radiating everywhere, ice crystals were magnificent, and the sword light was flying, and the cold waves were raging, and the frost formed on the ground was layer by layer, as if it had become a world of ice and snow.

I am afraid that if people below the master's cultivation level will either die or be injured whenever they touch Chen Feiyu's sword energy or Mao Qingquan's sword light.

Everyone around was shocked. Under the impact of the sword energy and strong winds emitted by the two of them in the fierce battle, they retreated to the bottom of the wall and had no choice but to retreat, for fear of being involved in this battle of the sword masters and suffering from undesirable disasters.

Ye Yilin was even more dazzled, her eyes full of splashing ice crystals and sharp sword energy. Even she couldn't even see Chen Feiyu's figure clearly, and could only see one after another.

If it weren't for the gale of wind blowing on her face, she would have thought she was dreaming.

Suddenly, Chen Feiyu bounced his finger and gently flicked on Mao Qingquan's sword.

With a crisp sound of "ding", Mao Qingquan's tiger's mouth suddenly became numb, and the "Qingshuang Sword" in his hand was immediately swept aside, and the empty door in front of him opened.

Before Mao Qingquan could react, Chen Feiyu bullied himself and slammed Mao Qingquan's cheek with a punch.

Mao Qingquan groaned, vomited blood from his mouth, and flew backwards involuntarily.

Before he could fly three or five meters away, Chen Feiyu pointed his toes on the frosty ground and arrived first. He came to Mao Qingquan and punched Mao Qingquan hard on the chin.
Chapter completed!