Peerless Martial Soul

In fact, Zhang De couldn't refrain from fighting. According to Qian Yuanzong's rules, the junior disciples challenged the senior disciples, and the senior disciples had to fight.

Zhang De sneered and said, "Okay, then I will fight."

Chen Feng immediately turned around, leaving only one sentence: "See you on the stage of life and death!"

"Go now, dare you?"

Zhang De sneered: "Okay, what's not to dare? Later I will kill you directly on the stage of life and death!"

A quarter of an hour later, on the stage of life and death, Chen Feng and Zhang De stood opposite each other.

And around the stage of life and death, hundreds of disciples have been surrounded, and many more disciples have been rushing to this side after receiving news.

Among the disciples onlookers around the stage of life and death, most of them are not optimistic about Chen Feng, with joking expressions, waiting for Chen Feng to be blown by Zhang De.

No one supported Chen Feng, and optimistic about Chen Feng. Only Shen Yanbing and Han Yuer stood in the audience to cheer for Chen Feng.

Zhang De glanced at Han Yu'er, his eyes showed a deep greedy color, and he sneered: "Chen Feng, after you die, this girl will belong to me."

"Do you know? I'll hurt you badly later, but I won't kill you. Then, I will ruin this woman in front of you, making you hate it! But there is no other way!"

There is a strong vicious meaning in his words, which makes people feel a little creepy.

However, Chen Feng's expression remained the same, only a flash of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He said lightly: "Have you finished talking about the nonsense? If you are finished, let's hurry up!"

Zhang De sneered disdainfully: "Since you are so anxious to die, then I will fulfill you."

On the stage of life and death, the competition officially began.

Zhang De screamed: "Little bastard, go to hell!"

Speaking of his only right hand, the palm of his hand turned into a bronze color, and he slapped Chen Feng across a distance of several meters in an instant.

This palm is extremely powerful and contains immense power. If Chen Feng is photographed, in his eyes, he will definitely be directly torn apart and bombarded to pieces.

"I bet that Chen Feng can't even catch this palm of Senior Brother Zhang."

"Yes, under this palm, he will definitely die directly."

"Senior Brother Zhang's palm is so powerful, Chen Feng will be shot to death."

Zhang Decun wanted to establish his own tyrannical image and to leave his indelible and powerful appearance in the hearts of Han Yuer and others, so he tried his best when he came up, but he didn't know that all he did was just ridiculous. It's just a foil.

Facing the blasting bronze palm, Chen Feng stood there and didn't avoid it. Some people below laughed and laughed: "Is this kid frightened? Why don't you even know how to hide?"

"I guess so, I probably haven't seen such a powerful martial arts, and I was scared alive."

A smile appeared in the corner of Zhang De's eyes, thinking that this time he was caught.

However, when he was about to shoot Chen Feng with his palm, he was surprised to find that Chen Feng's figure had disappeared.

But everyone in the audience could see clearly. Just when Chen Feng was about to be shot in Bronze Palm, Chen Feng made a mistake and came directly behind Zhang De, crossing a distance of several meters.

And his figure is extremely fast, like a ghost, people can only see an afterimage.

Some people were quite astonished: "Thinking that this kid is a trash, but unexpectedly, his body style is still good. He can cross such a distance in just a few steps. This should be a fairly advanced footwork."

The others also changed their views on Chen Feng, thinking that his strength was not as weak as he had just shown.

But at this moment, Chen Feng came behind Zhang De, and the Ziyue Knife was unsheathed, but it slashed lightly.

Seeing this knife, a huge ridicule broke out in the crowd, and laughed: "What kind of knife is this, so soft, without any strength?"

"Haha, I first came into contact with a knife when I was three years old, and the cut made with a wooden knife was stronger than this one."

"That's right, how do you praise him, he is a waste after all."

Zhang De suddenly turned around and saw Chen Feng's soft cut, he couldn't help but let out a disdainful sneer: "Chen Feng, you have something to do with it!"

He said, without dodge or avoid, a palm blasted out.

Suddenly, Chen Feng's knife in his hand changed from cutting down to a flat pat. He patted him lightly with the blade of the knife, and then immediately drew away.

He retreated a few meters away, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, stretched out three fingers, and then whispered to Zhang De: "Three, two, one..."

Zhang De snorted disdainfully: "Little bastard, what are you playing with?"

He had just said the last word, and his voice just fell off, suddenly, his left chest burst open suddenly, the whole exploded into a huge blood hole!

The heart inside had disappeared and turned into powder, which even blasted him through, and could even directly see through the body from the front to see the back.

An expression of disbelief on his face solidified on Zhang De's face, and he fell to the ground with a crash, no longer breathing.

Chen Feng walked up to him and smiled faintly: "Senior Brother Zhang, I don't have so many tricks when killing people. I like to kill people directly, nothing else."

Everyone was shocked. No one had thought that Zhang De was not Chen Feng's one move. With one stab, just one stab, he would be killed by Chen Feng!