Peerless Martial Soul

There was a burst of laughter. There were a hundred people on the top of the list. The bottom ten were all newcomers this year, and the 90th place on the list was the worst one last year.

Come to think of it, if it wasn't for Shen Yanbing's serious injury, he would definitely not dare to challenge Shen Yanbing.

Su Qingsong seemed to have not heard the ridicule below, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed and stabbed at Shen Yanbing.

After a few rounds, there were more people who disdain him below, and the despicable voice kept coming.

It turned out that he had always greeted Shen Yanbing where he was injured, and he was a very quick and dexterous, personal fighting style.

After approaching Shen Yanbing, he kept stabbing her wounds, and Shen Yanbing's huge sword was too big to handle for a while, and he could only retreat again and again, and was injured several times by him.

From what Chen Feng saw below, Shen Yanbing was actually very uncomfortable with Su Qingsong's fighting style.

Of course, if Shen Yanbing was not injured, Su Qingsong would have difficulty getting close, I'm afraid she would be smashed into the air by Shen Yanbing.

But now, Shen Yanbing was seriously injured, and his power, speed, and response capabilities were greatly reduced, and he couldn't get rid of it for a while.

Chen Feng can judge that Shen Yanbing is no longer an opponent. The defeat is only a matter of time, and the longer it is delayed, the more serious the injury may be.

Chen Feng cried out: "Yan Bing, give up!"

Shen Yanbing heard Chen Feng's shout and hesitated, but he still listened to Chen Feng's words, gritted his teeth, took the initiative to retreat, jumped off the stage of life and death, and then raised his voice and said, "I gave up."

"A person who knows the current affairs is a good man!"

Su Qingsong let out a burst of triumphant laughter. Perhaps it was the battle that made him full of confidence. He looked at Shen Yanbing and sneered and said, "I think it's nothing but how good your newcomers are in this year!"

"Isn't it easy for me to defeat it? Alas, you newcomers are just arrogant. In fact, all of you are useless and vulnerable!"

Suddenly a voice came from the audience at this moment: "Really?"

It is Chen Feng.

Chen Feng caught Shen Yanbing just now, put medicine on her body, and then slowly walked to the stage of life and death, looked at Su Qingsong, and said lightly: "Su Qingsong, I am the 91st ranked Chen Feng. Today I challenge you!"

Su Qingsong looked at him with a hint of disdain on his face: "It turns out that this is the person on this year's rookie list. As I said just now, all of your rookies this year are wasteful and vulnerable!"

Chen Feng snorted coldly, and said lightly: "You'll know if you try."

He didn't draw the sword. He had already seen just now that Su Qingsong was only in the middle stage of the third floor of the Divine Sect Realm. Such strength was not worthy for him to draw the sword.

The index finger of Chen Feng's right hand turned into the color of purple jade, and he made a vague step under his feet. The speed was extremely fast, and he came directly to Su Qingsong, and nodded at his forehead with his right index finger.

Su Qingsong did not expect him to be so fast, caught off guard, with the long sword in his hand, and Chen Feng's right index finger directly pointed on the long sword, which was made of stainless steel. It was shattered by Chen Feng's finger!

Su Qingsong looked at this scene with a face full of disbelief, and exclaimed: "What? How could your **** be so strong? My long sword is an excellent steel casting!"

Chen Feng snorted coldly: "This is just the beginning!"

Another pointed out, the target is still Su Qingsong's forehead.

This time Su Qingsong no longer has a long sword to resist, a fierce color flashes in his eyes, and he fists out.

In his opinion, after his own pair of punches, they should be enough to block Chen Feng's fingers.

But what he didn't expect was that Chen Feng's golden and broken jade fingers easily broke through the qi on the surface of his fist and directly penetrated into his fist, piercing a deep hole on the surface of his fist. , And then gushing out.

Su Qingsong let out a scream, and his right fist, even below the entire forearm, was smashed to pieces, leaving no flesh and blood!

A stern look flashed in Chen Feng's eyes, showing no mercy. Su Qingsong had realized that he was definitely not Chen Feng's opponent. He opened his mouth and wanted to surrender.

But it was too late. Chen Feng's index finger was already on his throat and directly smashed his throat.

Su Qingsong's eyes widened, his expression frozen, and his body fell heavily to the ground!

Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience uttered an unbelievable exclamation:

"What? How could it be? Su Qingsong died so easily in Chen Feng's hands?"

"How long did it take, are there five breaths?"

"No, Chen Feng only used three faces! The first move smashed the long sword in Su Qingsong's hand, the second move blasted his fist, and the third move killed him! And he only used it from beginning to end. One trick, no other martial arts!"

Many people below were amazed, and Chen Feng's gaze also showed a little awe.

But at this time, Ding Qianshan let out a cold snort of disdain: "Su Qingxing is just a waste. Defeating a waste will not change the fact that Chen Feng is a waste!"

Su Qingsong's body was carried down by the handyman in the sect, but the blood on the stage of life and death was not erased. The **** stage of life and death added a bit of fierceness.

This is the first casualty in this year's overall ranking competition, but it is conceivable that it is definitely not the last.