Chapter 643: Sword Seizing and Humiliation

Sikong Hong's expression no longer looked as confident and playful as before, but became extremely solemn.

His swordsmanship has never been broken by anyone in the same realm.

After all, the Sikong family is a martial arts family, and his understanding of swordsmanship is naturally superior to that of other warriors. He had never imagined that his swordsmanship could be broken.

"It's amazing. Turning your fingers into a sword. This kind of swordsmanship is really too mysterious. Where did this person learn such exquisite swordsmanship?"

Elder Bingli was also shocked.

Although she is not a swordsman, she knows a lot of swordsmanship masters. However, even swordsmanship masters, and even old antiques who have stepped on the stairs of life and death, may not necessarily have such swordsmanship.

Turning his fingers into swords and neutralizing Sikong Hong's swordsmanship, Chu Fengmian's swordsmanship was so mysterious that he had to far surpass Sikong Hong to achieve it.

Sikong Hong's swordsmanship is already praised by others in the Northern Territory Hundred Rankings. He is a leader among the younger generation, but in front of him, he is surpassed so easily by one person.

Han Yueli stood aside and explained aloud.

"Master, he had previously received the inheritance from the Holy Lord Beimang in the Hall of All Saints."

"The inheritance of Saint Lord Beimang!"

Han Yueli's words shocked Elder Bingli again.

Saint Lord Beimang is the founder of Beimang Academy. It is rumored that Saint Lord Beimang is indeed an extremely powerful swordsman.

"No wonder."

It is now enough to explain that Chu Fengmian possesses such powerful swordsmanship after receiving the inheritance from Saint Lord Beimang.

"Okay, you're fine."

Sikong Hong looked at Chu Fengmian, his expression became much more serious, and he said coldly.

"A warrior in the realm of divine power is actually enough to defeat my swordsmanship. You have the qualifications to make me serious! It is an honor for you to be defeated by my full strength!"

"The sword cuts through the void!"

Sikong Hong's sword moved again.

A sword energy that was a thousand meters long suddenly condensed and struck towards Chu Fengmian.

There are no fancy skills anymore, all he has is incomparable domineering power.

After all, Sikong Hong was also a genius. He had just fought against Chu Fengmian, and he knew that Chu Fengmian's swordsmanship was still going to surpass him.

He couldn't gain any advantage in the swordsmanship duel with Chu Fengmian.

Although Chu Fengmian's swordsmanship is mysterious, his strength is still only at the realm of divine power. If he is not good at swordsmanship, then he has to compete with his strength.

He is a powerful person in the realm of life and death. In a competition of strength, he doesn't believe that he can't beat Chu Fengmian.

This kind of sword of pure power, even if Chu Fengmian's swordsmanship is exquisite, has no meaning and can only be resisted with force.

"Strength confrontation? Do you think you are my opponent in a strength competition?"

Seeing Sikong Hong's actions, Chu Fengmian sneered.

His mind moved, and from the sky, the claws of the war dragon suddenly condensed and fell suddenly.

Sikong Hong, who had just performed a sword skill, looked over and saw a scene that was extremely incredible to him.

His swordsmanship collided with Chu Fengmian's War Dragon Claw from the sky. There was only a burst of the War Dragon Claw, but the swordsmanship performed by Sikong Hong was directly shattered.

The thousand-meter sword energy was shattered abruptly.

The backlash caused Sikong Hong's blood to surge up on his face, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

"What kind of power is this! In a competition of strength, I will actually lose!"

Sikong Hong roared crazily in his heart.

He had lost to Chu Fengmian in the swordsmanship competition, and now he had lost again in the strength competition.

He was a genius who had survived the catastrophe of life and death. He was in the realm of life and death. He could be defeated so miserably against a divine power realm warrior like Chu Fengmian. Even in his dreams, he would never have thought of this scene.

But it's not over yet.

After breaking Sikong Hong's sword with one move, Chu Fengmian suddenly moved his feet.

His figure was incredibly fast. Before Sikong Hong could even react, he had already arrived directly in front of Sikong Hong.

"This sword will only be covered in dust in your hands. Take it!"

Chu Fengmian's big hand suddenly grabbed it and grabbed it directly towards Sikong Daluo Sword.

Sikong Hong's face turned pale with shock. He didn't expect Chu Fengmian to be so fast.

His feet moved and he quickly stepped back.

But Chu Fengmian was faster than him, and he had directly grabbed Sikong Hong with one hand, and Sikong Hong screamed.

This Sikong Daluo Sword was directly captured by Chu Fengmian and fell into Chu Fengmian's hands.

"Kneel down."

Chu Fengmian raised his hand and slowly lowered it.

There was an extremely huge coercion in it, which directly pressed on Sikong Hong's body.

Chu Fengmian's power is so powerful. Even with all his strength, Sikong Hong is no match for Chu Fengmian. What's more, even the sword in his hand has been taken away by Chu Fengmian.

For a sword cultivator, the most important thing in his life is the sword in his hand. It was extremely humiliating for Sikong Hong to have the sword in his hand taken away by Chu Fengmian.

"ah!"

With a scream.

Sikong Hong's body fell from the sky with a direct bang. His knees weakened and he knelt on the ground.

Sikong Hong's face was already extremely pale. Now that he was defeated like this and fell to his knees on the ground, it was so humiliating that he almost fainted from anger.

There was silence.

No one spoke, they just stared at this scene blankly, looking at Sikong Hong, who was now defeated by Chu Fengmian and fell to his knees on the ground.

"Boy, go to hell!"

A roar suddenly resounded.

The ancestor of the Sikong family, Sikong Jingsheng, was extremely angry when he saw Sikong Hong being defeated by Chu Fengmian in such humiliation and kneeling on the ground.

When had the Sikong family ever received such humiliation?

Sikong Jingsheng suddenly struck out at Chu Fengmian with a palm strike. This palm contained endless killing intent, as if he wanted to kill Chu Fengmian directly with this palm strike.

"Brother Sikong, please calm down!"

At this moment, Elder Bingli suddenly woke up and waved his hand, trying to stop Sikong Jingsheng.

"Elder Bingli, this kid has gone too far! Making us, the Sikong family, kneel down is a humiliation to our Sikong family!"

Sikong Jingsheng looked at Elder Bingli coldly and shouted angrily.

"Today, your Beimang College must hand over this news to our Sikong family. We, the Sikong family, must ask for this explanation!"

"Brother Sikong, this is a matter between the juniors after all. As an elder, it's not good for you to get involved. How about this? My name is Chu Fengmian. Let Sikong Hong go. Even if it is today's matter, how about writing it off?"