If it were Cai Zhiyong, he would have made seventeen or eighty moves in this time, but Feng Bo still had this move.
This trick has not been finished yet!
It seems that if Zhou Ming is not struck, this move will be endless; if Zhou Ming is not struck, this sword will never strike.
Zhou Ming's eyes were unblinking, staring straight at the dark and shiny horse-cutting sword. He had a strange feeling, as if the horse-cutting sword was a living thing, like a thick python, spitting out letters and surging towards him.
Come. However, how could the horse-killing sword be a living thing in Feng Bo's hand? But it happened that Zhou Ming had this illusion! [
Zhou Ming's heels once again pressed against the wall.
This time, he did not jump up suddenly. Because he had judged that the height of the sword was enough to split him in half in mid-air! Zhou Ming did not move, and the wide sword fell down, almost
blocked
All the light made Zhou Ming's eyes go dark. At this moment, Zhou Ming seemed to be hallucinating. The horse-killing sword seemed to be laughing ferociously, and the "buzzing" sound echoed in Zhou Ming's ears. His head tilted to one side,
That cut
The saber made a "bang" sound next to Zhou Ming's left ear and sank into the wall. However, the dangerous atmosphere had not dissipated. Instinct forced Zhou Ming to quickly slide to the right. The saber followed like a ghost against the wall, "Hey!
"A sound
, a long hole was opened in the wall, and countless dust rose up and fell. As Zhou Ming ran to the right, he used the corner of his eye to observe the pursuing sword, and suddenly found that the sword was flashing dark red.
of light.
That's blood!
How many people have died under this horse-killing sword, and how many innocent souls are attached to the sharp blade of this heavy sword?
Zhou Ming remembered Feng Bo's words again: "When the sword is swung, even I can't control it!"
Could it be that after drinking countless blood, this sword-killing sword actually gained some spirituality?
This idea is undoubtedly a bit absurd, but Zhou Ming truly felt that it was not just Feng Bo who was dealing with him, but also the knife, which was exuding endless killing intent towards him! Zhou Ming suddenly stopped and punched hard, "Dang"
With a loud sound, Shen Meng's powerful fist hit the back of the knife. Zhou Ming seemed to hear a scream, and this scream definitely did not come from Feng Bo!
The Zhanma Sword finally stopped, with one third of the blade still stuck in the wall.
Zhou Ming retracted his fist, walked towards the spacious field, turned around and waited for Feng Bo.
Feng Bo pulled out his machete from the wall and looked back at Zhou Ming, with uncontrollable excitement on his face: "You feel it too, right? It's alive, right?"
Zhou Ming was stunned and didn't speak. Feng Bo continued: "I told many people, but they didn't believe it. My knife really has a soul! I can feel its existence, and we are friends fighting side by side! You must have felt it, otherwise
Why did you suddenly punch my knife?" There was a hint of trembling and excitement in his voice.
Zhou Ming nodded lightly. No matter who he told such a thing, he would find it absurd. If he hadn't experienced it personally, how could he believe it? Feng Bo's voice became even more excited: "I know it, I know it! Sometimes
I feel like I won’t be able to control it, but its judgment is correct every time. He has a keener intuition than me!”
Does the knife really have a soul and life? Can it maintain its strong spiritual power by constantly drinking blood?