Chapter 643: Seizing the Sword and Humiliating

Sikong Hong's face no longer had the confidence and teasing he had before, but was extremely solemn.

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

After all, the Sikong family was a martial arts family. He was born to surpass other martial artists in his understanding of swordsmanship. He never dreamed that his swordsmanship would be broken.

"So powerful, turning fingers into swords, this kind of swordsmanship is really too mysterious. Where did this person learn such a wonderful swordsmanship?"

Elder Bingli was also shocked.

Although she was not a sword cultivator, she knew many sword masters, but even sword masters, or even old antiques who stepped onto the steps of life and death, might not have such swordsmanship.

Turning fingers into swords, and dissolving Sikong Hong's swordsmanship, Chu Fengmian's swordsmanship was far more mysterious than Sikong Hong's.

Sikong Hong's swordsmanship was already praised enough in the Northern Territory Hundred Masters List. He was the best among the younger generation, but he was easily surpassed by someone.

Han Yueli explained on the side.

"Master, he had previously obtained the inheritance of Saint Beimang from the Saint Halls."

"The inheritance of Saint Beimang!"

Han Yueli's words surprised Elder Bingli again.

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

"No wonder."

With the inheritance of Saint Beimang, Chu Fengmian had such a powerful swordsmanship, which was now enough to explain.

"Good, you are good."

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

"A warrior in the Divine Power Realm is actually enough to break my swordsmanship. You are qualified for me to take you seriously! It is your honor to be defeated by my full strength!"

"Sword breaks the void!"

Sikong Hong's sword moved again.

A sword energy as long as a kilometer condensed and blasted towards Chu Fengmian.

This no longer has any fancy skills, and all he has is an extremely domineering power.

Sikong Hong is a genius after all. He just fought with Chu Fengmian and he knew that Chu Fengmian's swordsmanship would even surpass him.

He couldn't take any advantage in a swordsmanship duel with Chu Fengmian.

Although Chu Fengmian's swordsmanship is mysterious, his strength is still only at the level of the Divine Power Realm. If his swordsmanship is not good, then he will compete in strength.

He is a strong man in the Life and Death Realm. He doesn't believe that he can't beat Chu Fengmian in a strength competition.

This kind of pure power sword, even if Chu Fengmian's swordsmanship is exquisite, has no meaning. It can only be a confrontation with strength.

"Power confrontation? Do you think you are my opponent in a power contest?"

Seeing Sikong Hong's actions, Chu Fengmian sneered.

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

Sikong Hong, who had just performed a sword technique, looked over and saw a scene that made him extremely incredible.

His sword technique collided with Chu Fengmian's dragon claws from the sky. The dragon claws flew, and the sword technique that Sikong Hong performed was directly shattered.

The thousand-meter sword energy was shattered.

The backlash of the power made Sikong Hong's face bloody and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

"What kind of power is this! I will lose in a power contest!"

Sikong Hong roared madly in his heart.

In a sword contest, he was defeated by Chu Fengmian, and now this time in a power contest, he was defeated again.

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

Then, this is not over yet.

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

His figure was so fast that he came directly in front of Sikong Hong before Sikong Hong could react.

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

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

Sikong Hong's face was horrified. He didn't expect Chu Fengmian's speed to be so fast.

He moved his feet and quickly retreated.

But Chu Fengmian's speed was faster than him. One hand had already grabbed Sikong Hong directly, and Sikong Hong screamed.

The Sikong Daluo Sword was directly grabbed by Chu Fengmian and fell into Chu Fengmian's hands.

"Kneel down."

Chu Fengmian raised his hand and slowly fell.

It contained a huge pressure that directly pressed on Sikong Hong's body.

Chu Fengmian's power was so strong that even when Sikong Hong was at full strength, he was no match for Chu Fengmian, not to mention that now even the sword in his hand had been taken away by Chu Fengmian.

For a sword cultivator, the most important thing in his life was the sword in his hand. It was already a supreme humiliation that the sword in Sikong Hong's hand was taken away by Chu Fengmian.

"Ah!"

With a scream.

Sikong Hong's body fell directly from the sky with a bang, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground.

Sikong Hong's face was already extremely pale. Now that he was defeated like this and knelt on the ground, it was an endless humiliation that almost made him faint.

There was silence at the scene.

No one spoke, they just stared blankly at this scene, 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. This palm contained endless killing intent, as if he wanted to kill Chu Fengmian directly with this palm.

"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, after all, this is a matter between juniors. 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?"