Survival skills maxed out, I feed my wife and daughter by catching fish and shrimp

Hearing this, Yan Lie narrowed his eyes dangerously and turned his head to look.

Only after seeing the figure of the young man with a knife clearly did his pupils shrink slightly.

The ordinary black knife suddenly turned red after being grasped by the strong and powerful hand.

Then, a golden flame suddenly ignited on the crimson blade.

The flames were calm yet blazing, stimulating every pore on Yan Lie's body to the point of contracting instantly.

"What kind of sword skills are you doing?"

Yan Lie put away the contempt on his face and his expression became extremely serious.

This is an equally matched opponent. Regardless of his cultivation level, at least his swordsmanship should not be inferior to his.

Chen Changfan held the knife and simply repeated a sentence indifferently.

"Be good and stretch your neck."

After getting the ink knife, Chen Changfan's temperament suddenly changed.

His eyes were sharp, like a blade drawn from its sheath, cold and intimidating.

The young man's voice was neither hurried nor impatient. Although his words were full of joking, they were sharper than his eyes.

The corners of Yan Lie's eyes twitched slightly. He felt humiliated by the other party, but he couldn't say it.

This made him even angrier.

"I'll peel off your skin and take a good look to see if you're as sharp-tongued as I am!"

Yan Lie shook his wrist and held the knife with his backhand. It seemed that his arm did not move, but in fact the blade was already close to Chen Changfan's arm.

Even through the clothes, I could feel a sharp chill that penetrated the skin and came in.

Warriors have thick skin and flesh, which are difficult to be broken by ordinary weapons. However, after the swordsmanship is perfected, the force of a single sword strike exceeds a thousand pounds. With such a force, even ordinary weapons can break through the copper skin.

Every thing has its own strength. The swordsmanship at the perfect level has a hidden power that can just restrain the warrior's copper skin.

The hidden power carried by the scimitar just now is enough to show that Yan Lie's swordsmanship has reached perfection.

The scimitar is like a moon, emitting an oppressive chill.

Chen Changfan's coat was cut open, revealing his skin with a bronze luster, and a faint sound of metal clashing could be heard.

"No wonder he's so arrogant. He's actually a perfect bronze skinned man, but he's just a little harder to kill..."

Before Yan Lie could finish his words, the black knife in Chen Changfan's hand, which had completely changed its appearance, had already slashed down.

"You talk too much."

Keng!

The two swords collided violently, and strong hidden power was transmitted from the scimitar from time to time, and Chen Changfan immediately had several more wounds on his body.

"No matter how strong your defense is, you can't stop my skin-stripping knife skills!"

Seeing that the other party was injured, Yan Lie immediately smiled, and the smug look on his face could no longer be concealed.

"You may not be very old, but your swordsmanship is quite good. You can be considered a rare genius in this field. What a pity!"

What I meant was that even you, a genius, will die at my hands.

As they spoke, the two men continued to swing their swords, and sharp sword lights flashed all around them. Countless deep gullies were plowed into the surrounding ground, and the accumulated snow evaporated.

Those were the marks left by being cut by dark energy and burned by blood flames.

This shows how fierce the two men's sword attacks are.

"Master, does Chen Changfan have a chance of winning?" Lu Zixuan couldn't help but ask when he saw that the two were fighting evenly.

Xiong Qing fixed his eyes on the two of them and shook his head slightly.

"As you know, his sword technique has only been perfected for less than a month. Even a genius with the highest comprehension ability cannot master the sword technique to perfection in just one month. However, this scum of the Blood Blade Valley has truly mastered the sword technique to perfection."

Both of them showed worry on their faces, but they could not help at all in this level of battle.

It's embarrassing to say, the two of them came here originally to recruit Chen Changfan, but less than a month has passed, and the other party's strength has grown to this level.

As they were talking, the battle was still going on, and both sides had some more injuries.

Chen Changfan looked a little disheveled, but in fact, this injury was nothing for a warrior.

Especially the copper skin that has been refined to perfection, its defense is stronger than all the warriors present.

After all, this was obtained by climbing nine steps.

On the other hand, Yan Lie only suffered some minor skin injuries, but every blow from the opponent's sword brought about a raging fire, burning his eyebrows and hair, which were already very few, until not a single hair was left, making him extremely annoyed.

Shit!

Chen Changfan made a long sweep, and the black knife, carrying a flame more than a person's height, was raised high and swept towards Yan Lie's eyebrows.

Yan Lie's pupils shrank and he jumped back to avoid it, but the flames continued to move forward and landed directly on several purple-haired rats.

Squeak!

The purple-haired rat let out screams, then turned into fusion points and was directly absorbed by the system.

"System dad, help me fill up the Blood Flame Blade, thank you!"

Chen Changfan secretly communicated with the system and changed his previous offensive strategy, swinging the ink knife widely. Although most of the attacks were avoided by Yan Lie, he paid special attention to the purple-haired rats around him.

"Hahaha, now you know you can't hurt me, so you take your anger out on these beasts?" Yan Lie couldn't help but sneer.

[Proficiency +1+1+1…]

[Blood Flame Sword Technique, Perfection! ]

Chen Changfan's eyes flashed, and the long sword fell lightly.

With this cut, the gourd looks like a fallen leaf and a willow branch.

It seems slow but is actually fast, and it makes light of heavy things.

Keng!

The two knives collided again, and the moment they touched, Yan Lie's face suddenly changed.

He felt that the opponent's knife seemed to be faster and more powerful, so much so that he was a little uncomfortable.

"It must be an illusion. How could someone achieve a breakthrough in the middle of a battle?"

Clang clang clang!

After three consecutive slashes, Yan Lie's face became extremely solemn, and the look of disbelief on his face could no longer be suppressed.

He could clearly feel the power of these three swords.

A thousand pounds!

One thousand two hundred kilograms!

One thousand five hundred kilograms!

A sword force exceeding a thousand pounds is a sign of perfection, but this Chen Changfan actually swung out a sword force of fifteen hundred pounds!

After the third blow, Yan Lie's mouth was cracked. Although he tried his best to wield the scimitar, he was still pressed down little by little by the opponent's long sword.

It was as if the scimitar in his hand, which was full of force, was just a branch in the hands of a child in front of the other party.

"How is this possible? How could I lose in swordsmanship?"

Yan Lie no longer had the arrogance and composure he had before, but he swung his sword wildly, but he could not hurt the opponent at all.

Shit!

The flaming ink knife swung the scimitar away and slashed fiercely on Yan Lie's neck.

The knife directly cut nearly half of the neck, blood splattered, and the white spine was vaguely visible.

"Wu Fu is really hard to kill. This guy should be almost at level five."

Chen Changfan spat and chopped down again.

He used even more force in this cut.

"Don't...don't kill me..."

Yan Lie put his hands to cover his neck, blood flowing down through his fingers. The next moment, a flash of fire flashed by, and Yan Lie's head was cut off by a knife, along with five severed fingers, which slowly floated in the air and fell.