Zhang Chuyao felt that there was a surge of energy in his heart that wanted to burst out.

A thought came into my mind.

The sword in his hand is like the plum blossoms on the branches, blooming in the air.

Li Changfeng was about to take advantage of the victory and pursue the victory. He clenched his fist and was about to hand it out, but he sensed a hint of crisis.

He retreated suddenly, and with a flash of sword light, he saw a crack made by a sword energy at the place where his footsteps had just stopped!

"Sword Intent?"

Li Changfeng was shocked. When a person understands the realm of intention, a qualitative change will occur. For example, if he understands the intention of the fist, he can release the fist wind, and if he understands the intention of the sword, he can release the sword energy.

These methods are only available to innate masters, because the internal force of the innate master is converted into true energy, which can be used to release the true energy. Therefore, in the hands of the innate master, the sword energy and sword energy can be used at will with true energy.

But masters the day after tomorrow are different. The internal power comprehended in the acquired state cannot be released externally. If you want to release the sword energy externally, you must understand the sword intention.

The wisp of sword energy just now was obviously different from the innate true energy.

That can only explain one point.

This man understood the meaning of the sword.

Li Changfeng glanced at the sword mark on the ground, and after thinking for a moment, he realized that Zhang Chuyao's sword intention had been cultivated for a long time.

He doesn't look like someone who has just realized the meaning of the sword.

Moreover, there is a faint tendency for his swordsmanship to break through to the pinnacle.

"You were just hiding your strength?!"

Li Changfeng was shocked and didn't know why.

This person not only has superb swordsmanship, but also understands the meaning of the sword. But why did he hide his strength when he fought with him before? Is it to humiliate himself?

Zhang Chuyao didn't answer and drew a sword flower on his wrist.

The tip of the sword flicked lightly in the air.

The sword light flashed.

Zhang Chuyao stepped forward with his sword in hand.

Li Changfeng saw a sword energy coming and stood still.

His face darkened, and his aura exploded, like an unyielding green bull roaring to the sky.

roar!

"The green ox treads the ground!"

A powerful green bull figure rose from the ground and rushed toward the wisp of sword energy.

Poof!

The phantom of the green cow disappeared instantly.

Li Changfeng's fist was also injured.

A sword cut off the hair next to his ear and put it on his neck.

Zhang Chuyao looked at him, cold and speechless.

"I...lost."

Li Changfeng struggled to say these words, but his eyes secretly glanced at the situation on Su Hui's side.

I saw the shadow of the sword flashing.

After a while, only a pockmarked girl with blood on her body was left standing there. Around her lay a group of disciples from Woniu Martial Arts School, who did not know whether they were alive or dead.

Su Hui looked towards the competition table and saw the master holding a sword on Li Changfeng's neck. Her cold face instantly melted and she suddenly smiled: "Master, you are not dead yet!"

Zhang Chuyao smiled and replied: "How could it be possible? How could master die?"

"Master, be careful!"

Su Hui's smile suddenly froze, her pupils shrank, and she shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Chuyao felt a murderous aura!

Sneak attack?!

Turning around, he saw Li Changfeng's face full of resentment, and he hit his chest with a heart-piercing punch with all his strength!

He has murderous intentions!

At this time, he was less than two meters away from me. For such a master to hit with all his strength, if he received this heart-piercing punch, he would definitely die.

Zhang Chuyao's mind sank, he turned his wrist and moved the tip of his sword.

puff!

Li Changfeng's fist stopped within three inches of Zhang Chuyao's heart.

A bright red thin line suddenly appeared on his neck.

Then the thin lines become thicker and thicker.

A lot of blood spurted out.

Bang.

Li Changfeng, the master of Woniu Martial Arts Hall, suddenly fell to the ground.

"Master."

After seeing that her master was safe and sound, Su Hui called out softly, feeling dizzy, losing strength all over her body, and fainted.

…

Zhang Chuyao stared blankly at the sword in his hand and Li Changfeng lying on the ground.

This is his first time killing someone.

He felt nothing at first, but after a while, he felt his eyes were filled with water.

For some reason, he began to panic in his heart.

However, he didn't have time to think too much. When he saw his apprentice collapsed, he walked to Su Hui's side with somewhat panicked steps.

He tried breathing and found that it was okay.

I checked my pulse again and found that it was strong and strong.

Looks like he's tired, he thought.

He glanced at the people lying around him, and couldn't help but take a serious look at the female apprentice in his arms.

The freckles on his face were covered in disguise, and there were some blood stains on his face. He reached out and wiped them off.

"Compared with you, I'm still far behind."

Zhang Chuyao sighed, he couldn't understand why Su Hui killed so many people without any psychological pressure, and why she panicked after just killing one person?

He raised his head and looked at the people around him. Some were apprentices from Woniu Martial Arts School, and some were foreigners who had been arrested together.

He no longer cared about them, hugged Su Huiyun, performed the lifting technique, and left.

…

Zhang Chuyao had just walked halfway when a man ran towards him.

"Three fat men."

"Master." Xu Sanpang was panting. He saw the little junior sister in Master's arms and asked worriedly: "What's wrong with the little junior sister?"

"It's okay, I'm tired."

"Oh, Master, I didn't see Senior Brother in Dongcheng."

"I didn't see it." Hearing this, Zhang Chuyao frowned.

"That's right, I also asked people in Dongcheng, and I haven't heard anyone say that anyone was hung on the city wall."

Zhang Chuyao did not speak and became silent.

Then why did the people at Woniu Martial Arts School say before that someone was hung on the city wall?

Thinking of this, he gradually became a little confused.

The bodyguard of Woniu Martial Arts School was robbed, and the whole city was searching for foreigners.

Who gave him the power or the courage?

What's more, what kind of escort actually made Woniu Martial Arts School so aggressive?

If it was really a valuable thing, why didn't he go to Longhu Martial Arts School for escorting instead of Woniu Martial Arts School?

By the way, Longhu Martial Arts School!

He seemed to have thought of something, and his face suddenly became heavy.

"Three Fatty, when you came from Dongcheng, was there anyone following you?"
To be continued...