Chapter 370

After Bama's voice dropped, Jiang Feng didn't express too much. In an instant, they fought to one place!

The roar of the battle suddenly resounded through the whole field. The fight from fist to flesh made everyone look at the blood spurt. I wish that the person standing on the challenge arena is himself!

At the beginning of the battle, the two sides were evenly matched. In a short period of time, it seemed that no one could do anything about it.

However, this scene has already made xuanjing people extremely excited. It is necessary to know that the battle with the burning slave has been defeated year after year, leading to the feeling that the burning slave is invincible in everyone's heart. Now, seeing the prince Jiang Feng's fighting power so powerful, he immediately gives birth to hope.

In an instant, the voice of cheering for Jiang Feng rose one after another, which was really shocking.

Seeing this situation, Jiang Feng in the challenge arena also showed excitement in his eyes. He needed such a scene too much. Once he had won the support of the people, he would undoubtedly become a great treasure because of his crown prince's status after the hundred years of Emperor Xuan. He doesn't care about the covetous eyes of other brothers.

Even Jiang Feng has taken this battle as an opportunity to show himself, and his fighting skills are becoming more and more colorful.

In the eyes of the common people, it was natural to get the earth shaking praise again, but in the eyes of the discerning eye, it was an unconscious sigh.

Chen fan, in particular, is now basically certain that Jiang Feng will be defeated in this battle!

The so-called combat, any fancy moves are basically useless. What can really achieve results is just a punch, a sword, that's all!

Although Jiang Feng and Bama are equal at the moment, chen fan knows that Bama is far from having all the strength.

The evil spirit that has the greatest influence on the people of the great Xuan kingdom is even useless!

Under such circumstances, Jiang Feng is so big. How can we win the war?

Shaking his head, chen fan sighed that it was a pity. From the beginning, if Jiang Feng had been concentrating on dealing with it, the possibility of victory in this war was still very great. But it was precisely because of his yearning for the throne of the 95th that his chance to win was cut off.

It can only be said that if you don't die, you won't die.

His eyes began to flow. Chen Fan noticed Li Chengfeng and some other generals. They all showed disappointment to Jiang Feng, while Gu Yongnian still had a sarcastic smile.

The most surprising thing is Wen Tianming, not far away. He even stroked his beard and released a happy smile, as if Jiang Feng's failure was just what he wanted.

In this line of sight circulation, chen fan finally saw the heart of the sword.

Giving up observing the inevitable defeat of the battle, he crossed the crowd and went to the corner where the heart of the sword was.

"I've been hiding from me these days. Do you finally want to meet?"

Walking to the heart of the sword, chen fan looked into the other side's eyes and said.

However, the most unexpected thing happened to him. In the eyes of the heart of the sword, he suddenly burst out with incomparable coldness and killing intention. He said to Chen Fan with no false words: "get out of the way, or I won't blame my merciless sword!"

Chen fan was stunned.

After a careful look at the cheek of Jianxin, he finally made sure that he did not recognize the wrong person.

But how could the heart of the sword become so indifferent after not long separation?

And most of all, why doesn't she stutter?

"Do you... Know me?" After pondering for a long time, chen fan asked carefully.

He began to doubt whether the heart of the sword hurt his head while practicing outside.