Chapter 35: The Strongest Killer

Chen Rufeng reacted very quickly and quickly changed from cross-legged to leaping. At the same time, the angry wind sword came out of its sheath and flew back to the second floor. His eyes swept sharply, and the only door had been blocked by the mysterious comer. He had no escape except to fight.

Although the man is strong, his true qi has recovered enough. On the contrary, the man chased him all the way, and the consumed true qi should not be under him, and there is no chance to win the battle with him.

But Chen Rufeng did not dare to take action first, because he could not feel the previous strong and gloomy murderous atmosphere. He was afraid that there would be fraud in the defense, but only tempted him to take the initiative to attack.

Chen Rufeng looked down from a high place, and the moonlight flowed, slowly shining a trace of white light on his face.

A knife-like face and two sunken eyes made him look extremely fierce.

The tall and strong figure is full of the power of suppression, coupled with a windless robe, just like a fierce giant in the night.

Step by step, the sonorous and powerful, invisible restlessness swings around from his feet. The weak-minded person has long been shocked by his natural momentum.

Chen Rufeng set up the anger sword, be strictly vigilant, and stand on footwork so that he can rush over at any time.

Shridently, the man's footsteps stopped.

His eyes looked at Chen Rufeng, and Chen Rufeng suddenly felt a burst of pain in his eyes as if they had been stabbed by a long sword.

is full of murderous spirit, blooming crazily in the eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" Chen Rufeng secretly felt that although the man had been chasing him for such a long time, he was still angry and showed no sign of fatigue. At this point, his heart tightened and stared at the man in horror.

"I am the Lord of the Shadow, Zhang Xingqi." The man replied that as soon as he said the words, Chen Rufeng felt a chill coming directly. His footwork was disrupted by it and moved back a little.

"Lord of the Earth Film Society?" Chen Rufeng frowned when he was shocked, "Is it Li Linfu who hired you to kill me?"

Zhang Xingqi's eyebrows seemed to be motionless and replied lightly, "This is one of the reasons why I want to kill you."

"Another reason is that you can get out of my proudest disciple twice, which is a great shame for him and for me."

"You mean, that killer?" Chen Rufeng was shocked to realize that he would have a similar feeling when he met those killers whose whereabouts were unknown twice.

"My apprentice Li Jue, I have never failed before when I met you. I wanted to cultivate him as the second strongest killer, but I was destroyed by you." Zhang Xingqi's words had a strong murderous atmosphere, and Chen Rufeng felt that there were countless invisible sharp knives around him threatening him and was ready to stab him at any time.

"I will come to see you in person today to see if you are really capable of avoiding my pursuit!" Zhang Xingqi's hands have been stretched out in the dark shadow.

"Wait!" Chen Rufeng has been pressed into a cold sweat by the invisible murderous spirit, and he has to use words to fight for a gap for himself. "You say you are the strongest killer, so is there no one in the world that you can't kill?"

Zhang Xingqi's reputation is the most important and must not be underestimated. After Chen Rufeng's question, wouldn't it seem reasonable for him to kill Chen Rufeng directly on the spot without answering? Anyway, he is difficult to fly tonight. It's better to make it clear to him first so that he won't look down on him when he dies.

At that moment, he stopped the palm that was about to jump out and held his head high, "You're right. There is really no one in the world that I can't kill!"

Chen Rufeng smiled contemptuously, "Can you be Ze Kunyun and cold that they are dead?" Zhang Xingqi, I have never heard of it being famous in the Jianghu Directory.

Zhang Xingqi suddenly became angry. With a wave of his sleeves, a bad wind roared, and several bags of rice bags leaning against the wall were also overturned.

"What is Ze Kunyun and Lengfei? What is the Jianghu Directory? There are only people in this world that I want to kill and those I don't want to kill, and I can't think of any reason to kill them. Zhang Xingqi angrily stared at Chen Rufeng, even though Chen Rufeng had always been stubborn and stared at him like this, and his heart couldn't help shrinking a little.

"As for you, there is a prime minister who begged me to take action in person, and my apprentice was defeated by you, so I have to kill you." Zhang Xingqi killed Mang and released, and Chen Rufeng's heart was stunned. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Xingqi's palm was out, leaping into the air, and flashed in front of him.

The angry wind sword responded to the situation, the sword light soared, and the wind roared with the sword, pulling out a green wave in front of Chen Rufeng, intending to stop Zhang Xingqi's strong palm. But when the palm came, it dispelted Chen Rufeng's vast sword spirit, and the green light shattered and rippled bleakly in all directions.

Chen Rufeng tightened his hand and stabbed the angry wind sword directly. The shadow of the sword was as if it were nothing, and the speed was extremely fast. However, Zhang Xingqi's palm hit seemed to be a priori. His palm avoided the edge of the angry wind sword and swam on Chen Rufeng's shoulder with a faint light.

After gritting his teeth, Chen Rufeng had to put away his sword, use the soft water sword, turned the attack into defense, unloaded Zhang Xingqi's waved strength on his shoulder, and planned to fight slowly. Zhang Xingqi seemed to know Chen Rufeng's moves. He no longer attacked hard, and his palm became soft. He bumped into the soft and white sword spirit of the angry wind sword, and the gloomy true power spread like the fluctuations transmitted through water.

Chen Rufeng had no choice but to withdraw the power of soft water. The angry wind sword cut countless sword shadows in the void, and the sword shadow broke into green blades. He thought that Zhang Xingqi was very close to himself and could hit him with the ability to crack the wind sword. However, Zhang Xingqi always walked with his palm, and the green blade smashed wildly, but it couldn't hurt him. What's more, they collided with each other and turned into anger. He seemed to respond to the momentum of the cracked wind sword, but he could avoid it just right when it was not allowed to happen. His fierce palms seemed to rush in the storm, with Sensen's strength and shock to Chen Rufeng.

At this time, Chen Rufeng was unavoidable and hit by his palm. Although he resisted with a sword at the last moment, his palm was strong, and with Zhang Xingqi's strong strength, he still felt good.

His back seemed to have been hit hard by something soft, which relieved the strong momentum just now. Chen Rufeng felt that his chest was extremely stuffy and fell to the floor with a snap. It turned out that after Zhang Xingqi's palm, his body was shaken into the bag of rice and blocked by those rice to avoid more serious injuries.

Zhang Xingqi has rushed like a ghost, and shot down with a fist of light, as if a huge hammer shaking the ground. Chen Rufeng's stomach slumped, and the blood column spewed out of his mouth. With a crackling sound, the floor where Chen Rufeng was located shattered with fist strength. His whole body fell down and fell into the pile of rice bags, spraying in his mouth. The blood splashed on the cloth bag.

"No one can beat me, because no one can break my 'spiritual response'." Zhang Xingqi was not in a hurry to take his life, and even before he died, he wanted him to be deeply convinced by his subordinates.

The so-called "spiritual response" is a kind of mysterious internal kung fu. It can rely on sensing the other party's qi to produce true qi changes before the opponent, and you can always be one step ahead of the other party and stand invincible. This move was originally created by Zhang Xingqi through his understanding of the Buddhist scriptures. It is also the capital of Zhang Xingqi's killing in the past. Since he created the "spiritual response", he has never met any opponent, so he also calls himself the strongest killer.

Chen Rufeng chanted bitterly a few times, urging the power of soft water in his body to heal himself as soon as possible and reluctantly stand up again. At this moment, he has understood in his heart that it is really difficult for him to compete with Zhang Xingqi. The only way is to fight against the trapped beast and fight to the death, hoping to stimulate his potential at the front line of life and death.

After countless life-and-death exercises, Chen Rufeng has been familiar with this situation of survival. However, unlike usual, this time his opponent was extremely strong and vowed to put himself to death. Both sides were determined. Chen Rufeng was worried that even if he could provoke stronger power than before, he would not win.

So he lowered his goal, not to win, but only to find life and escape from his men.

It is not easy to escape from Zhang Xingqi, the lord of the film society and known as the "strongest killer". Even if it is spread out, he will not lose much face. Chen Rufeng suddenly thought with a wry smile in his heart.

Zhang Xingqi was also stunned. He didn't expect that Chen Rufeng was hit hard and could stand up so quickly.

But in his eyes, he is always just an ant that can be pinched to death. At this time, it is just the end of the crossbow.

Zhang Xingqi smiled confidently, with his palms with a gloom, as if chasing Yan Luo.

Chen Rufeng's whole body was full of true energy and shouted loudly. The angry wind sword cut off the green rainbow sword shadow and met Zhang Xingqi's secluded palms.

The swordsmanship is like a tide, as if bringing people into a storm, attracting the power of killing endlessly. The angry wind sword leads a huge whirlpool to devour Zhang Xingqi. Among them, there is also a light blow of soft water, which has the effect of borrowing force. The light ripples with the tip of the sword, and various exquisite moves of the sword front are also brought to the extreme. However, although Zhang Xingqi was trapped in the vast sea of angry swords and swords, all kinds of strong and soft swords continued to attack, and he was still proficient. He saw the opportunity everywhere and changed with Chen Rufeng's sword moves. The faint light like the flying stars and moon on his palm even dissipated and resolved Chen Rufeng's sword attack.

Chen Rufeng has tried his best. His sword spirit is as fierce as a beast, breaking through the limit of true qi in his body, but he still can't gain an advantage, and his heart gradually feels a sense of poverty. The swordsmanship in his hand spread continuously, and the stirring sword spirit also split the surrounding rice bags. The white rice was sprinkled on the ground, and the shadow of the sword waved to a high speed. It was so fast that he could only see green light fanning, but he could never break Zhang Xingqi's "spiritual response". As soon as he was fast, Zhang Xingqi was faster than him; his moves were wonderful, and Zhang Xingqi's palm was better than him; his spirit was fierce, and Zhang Xingqi's secluded palm was deeper than him.

In the end, Chen Rufeng almost fencated his instinct, and his sense of weakness spread rapidly. He wanted to take the opportunity to escape as soon as he gained an advantage, but the entanglement ability of "spiritual response" was really terrible. Although he had been trying to take the initiative, he was still passively beaten. Situation.

Today, he, Chen Rufeng, is destined to die here.

He became more and more frustrated. He was physically and mentally exhausted. He wanted to give up like this and simply die in Zhang Xingqi's hands.

The sword slowed down, and Zhang Xingqi's face showed satisfaction. He enjoys this feeling of forcing people to a desperate situation and making people feel invincible. Now he wants to take Chen Rufeng's life, just a little slap.

But he prefers to tire Chen Rufeng to death like this.

He did not increase his palm strength. Chen Rufeng's sword momentum slowed down in all directions, and he also slowed down.

It's like tying an ant with a thin wire until it dies.