Chapter 1271 - 1268: Jiang Fengfeng’s Three Swords!

The Thundercloud Hall disciple called Junior Brother Yuan looked at Jiang Fengfeng with a provocative expression.

Seeing Jiang Fengfeng was younger than him and had just shown such admiration for Luo Feng, he guessed she was some naive young lady from a prestigious family.

These people have ambitions as high as the sky, but their strength is worth little; he wanted to see how the other party could match his courage.

Luo Feng sat by the side, showing no expression, but he felt a bit of sympathy for the Thundercloud Hall disciple.

Jiang Fengfeng’s ability to play tricks on people was just as extraordinary as her strength.

"You really want to compete?"

Jiang Fengfeng glanced at the stern-looking young man, hands behind her back, with a faint smile on her face.

However, Luo Feng noticed that Jiang Fengfeng’s right hand hidden behind her had already pinched her fingers together, with faint Sword Qi flickering at the fingertips, restrained yet sharp, ready to fly out and kill at any moment.

"A promise is a promise."

The stern-looking young man stood straight, his face full of cold smiles at Jiang Fengfeng.

"What a promise!"

Jiang Fengfeng’s eyes glittered with a hint of triumph, nodding as she said, "It’s very simple. Luo Feng dared to challenge the Golden Palace disciples as an academy student, putting life and death aside, showing great courage and fearlessness. If you can do that, you win, and I will personally apologize to you."

The crowd nodded secretly, all agreeing that Jiang Fengfeng made a valid point.

When they first heard about Luo Feng and Yi Tian’s life-or-death duel, countless people thought it was a path seeking death, without the courage to put life and death aside, they wouldn’t dare to challenge, and even if they did, they wouldn’t dare to face Yi Tian in Azure Sky City. Yet Luo Feng showed up then...

"Brother, let’s not compete anymore."

The round-faced young female disciple at the same table tugged at the stern young man and advised.

The stern young man stiffened his face, shaking his head.

Now if he gave up, it would undoubtedly claim he was someone who cherished life and feared death, and wouldn’t he be ridiculed by everyone?

Clenching his fists tightly, the stern young man raised his head and looked at Jiang Fengfeng, "Stop talking nonsense, say how we compete."

"Good, courageous!"

Jiang Fengfeng’s bright eyes flashed, she slowly said, "I will make three sword strikes. After three strikes, you will surely be unharmed. As long as you endure three strikes without retreating, you win."

The round-faced female disciple worried and said, "How can you ensure that you won’t hurt him?"

Jiang Fengfeng’s bright pupils flashed coldly, she laughed coldly and said:

"I said I wouldn’t hurt him, so I won’t. Besides, I only said he cannot step back, I didn’t say he cannot dodge. Do you not even have the confidence to dodge my three sword strikes?"

Jiang Fengfeng turned her gaze towards the stern young man.

"Ridiculous, it’s just three sword strikes. Even if I stand still, you can’t hurt me."

The stern young man showed disdain, with his hands behind his back, said: "Make your move. I will show you that Luo Feng is nothing to worry about."

"Senior brother..."

The round-faced girl wanted to speak more, but another female disciple from Thundercloud Hall beside her shook her head to stop her.

At this point, the arrow is on the string, and there’s no turning back.

All the diners around stopped their chopsticks, watching this scene with great interest. In the Martial Arts path, the skilled take the lead, struggles over strength were already commonplace, but such a competition, many people were witnessing for the first time.

Everyone wanted to see if this Thundercloud Hall disciple, who did not place Six Southern Domains’ first new dragon in his eyes, could endure three sword strikes without backing down.

"Hehe..."

Seeing the stern young man agree, Jiang Fengfeng laughed, her eyes suddenly changing as she said, "First strike!"

Buzz!

Before her voice fell, the air on the second floor of the tavern suddenly vibrated. Jiang Fengfeng’s hands remained behind her back, yet a fiercely sharp Sword Qi appeared without warning above the wine table of the four Thundercloud Hall disciples.

"Retreat!"

The highest cultivation female disciple’s face slightly changed, taking the round-faced female disciple and another male disciple, and shot back.

Rumble!

Almost at the same time, the Sword Qi slashed down, shattering a table, along with the food and drink, into pieces, sending gusts of wind around, causing nearby diners to exclaim, hastily casting protective Gang Energy, covering themselves and the wine table within, startled cries rang out.

Expert!

When everything quieted down, everyone’s eyes fell on Jiang Fengfeng again, all their gazes had changed.

From beginning to end, Jiang Fengfeng’s hands remained behind her back, as if she had never made a move, yet the power and speed of that Sword Qi were not to be underestimated; many people didn’t know how the Sword Qi appeared, it was terrifyingly fast.

Only Luo Feng looked at all this with a calm face.

The move Jiang Fengfeng performed just now was clearly limitless Sword Qi, this swordsmanship, worthy of coming from the Sword Tomb, even using her fingers as substitutes for a sword, the speed was frightening.

At the speed of that Sword Qi just now, let alone a Martial Artist from the Spiritual Rotation Realm, even a True Yuan Realm Martial Artist with weak insight would have a hard time perceiving its traces.

Elsewhere, the stern young man stood where he was, unscathed, yet looking at the shallow sword scar on the ground, his face was pale as death.

He originally believed that even standing still, he could easily avoid the opponent’s sword move. However, that Sword Qi just appeared before his eyes, without him even noticing it at all.

Given this, dodging Sword Qi was simply out of the question.

Then, Jiang Fengfeng’s voice suddenly rose.

"Oh, it’s off! I was aiming for your left foot’s location, yet it went so far off."

Jiang Fengfeng looked at the sword scar on the ground, reached up to pat her smooth forehead, a hint of regret showing as she shook her head, muttering, "It seems my Swordsmanship realm still needs improvement."

At these words, the stern young man’s heart twisted violently, a drop of cold sweat unknowingly appeared on his forehead.

As everyone knows, the faster the fast sword, the harder its trajectory is to grasp. If Jiang Fengfeng’s Sword Qi just now had been a bit more off, wouldn’t he have bled on the spot?

Clap, clap...

Patted her hands, Jiang Fengfeng nonchalantly said, "Forget it, let’s start the second sword strike."

Hearing this, the round-faced girl quickly said, "This time be more accurate, don’t hurt senior brother."

Jiang Fengfeng smiled and said, "Don’t worry, I have great confidence in my Swordsmanship, definitely won’t hurt him."

"..."

The stern young man’s face turned ashen, he almost couldn’t resist swearing out loud, regretting agreeing to this competition, but now he was riding a tiger and couldn’t back down; giving up halfway would mean he feared death, he could do nothing but grit his teeth and endure it, luckily there were only two strikes left, so nothing should go wrong, right?

Jiang Fengfeng didn’t say more, raising her right index finger, aimed at the stern young man, "Second strike!"

Swish!

A sharp aura blossomed at her fingertip.

The next moment.

A more than two-foot-long shimmering Sword Qi appeared before the stern young man, with a hiss, tore open a clear gash at the chest of his white robe.

"Ah!"

The young man only felt a chill in his chest, thought he was struck by a sword, screamed in fear, checked closely, only to find it was just his chest’s clothing torn, he couldn’t help exhale a long sigh of relief, while the brink of life and death left him with cold sweat all over his palms, and his legs weak.

"Oh, it’s off again. Never mind, whatever."

Jiang Fengfeng lightly pursed her lips, raising her index finger again, her red lips parted slightly, "Prepare for my third strike!"

As soon as she spoke, the stern young man’s face suddenly changed, the pressure of life and death completely crushed his mental will, and he was no longer able to care about face, his feet sprang into action, flying backward.

Bang!

The second floor of the tavern suddenly echoed with a loud sound, the stern young man’s body crashed into the wall creating cracks, he stood up quickly checked himself, seeing no injuries on his body, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

When he composed himself, he suddenly discovered the entire tavern was eerily quiet. Looking up, he saw all the eyes on the second floor of the tavern were on him, with expressions of surprise, disdain, and ridicule.

"Senior brother..."

The round-faced girl looked at the stern young man, pursed her red lips, wanting to say something, in the end, no words came out.

Jiang Fengfeng withdrew her hand, glanced at the stern young man, with a cute smile, slowly said:

"I had only made two strikes, and haven’t launched the third one yet. What’s with you?"