"Huh? Close combat? Haha, Feng Jueyu, in front of my master's sword technique, you actually choose to fight in close quarters. Should I say you are stupid, or you don't understand at all."
Lin Xin suddenly floated over, and suddenly found that Feng Jueyu not only did not stay away, but ran towards him, and he was right in his heart. He had practiced the winding sword for a long time, and he was very familiar with this series of sword moves.
Well, even if his father suppressed his cultivation in close combat, he would not be able to defeat the body-circling sword, because the body-circling sword itself is a magical skill in close combat.
From Lin Xin's point of view, Feng Jueyu might be able to hold on for a moment or three even if he tried his best to avoid the sharp edge of the winding sword technique, but this kid refused to retreat and instead advanced, which was no different from seeking death.
Seeing Feng Jueyu's arrival, Lin Xin was extremely happy. Finally, he could take revenge on Feng Jueyu.
Little did he know that Feng Jueyu was the emperor of close combat. The evil emperor's close combat skills were frightening, not to mention Bai Yan's second-grade martial arts. Even first-grade or higher, it was impossible to defeat his various fighting skills.
Sum.
"Who is more powerful? You will only know after trying it."
A few steps away, Feng Jueyu's evil personality burst out completely. Who knew that in addition to the nickname Uncrowned Evil Emperor, he also had the title of Fighting Madman, which meant that once Feng Jueyu took a close attack
The way he fights will completely expose the cruel character hidden deep in his heart and potential.
If you don't take action, you'll be fine. If you do, you'll hurt someone.
Just like an alcoholic who doesn't know how to control himself, once he drinks enough, he will burst out with unimaginable power, and this power is so shocking that it is absolutely bloody and violent.
The gesture of the Six Punishment Swordsman is simply outrageous. The light sword thrust out, as if it was weak. However, when it encountered the storm-like sword light surrounding it, it instead struck like a heavy spear weighing eight hundred kilograms.
With a loud sound, it hit the invisible sword net and immediately poked a huge hole in the center of the sword net.
Lin Xin was shocked. He didn't expect the strength of the stainless steel sword to be so strong. He gritted his teeth angrily and took a step to the right. As his body turned rapidly, most of the strength of the stabbing sword was reduced. Lin Xin circled around.
Chu Feng Jueyu launched a ferocious and fearless offensive.
When the fight started, the shouts in the stands were deafening. Everyone watched carefully, not wanting to miss any of the highlights.
After seeing this, everyone gasped and their expressions suddenly changed.
Everyone had already discovered the sharpness and difficulty of the winding sword technique, but when the two people fought together, they were even more shocked to realize that Feng Jueyu's close combat skills were even more terrifying. The three steel swords stirred up dazzling lights in the sword net.
Feng Jueyu was tightly entangled with the two fine steel swords. Instead of rushing left and right, he was in a hurry. Instead, he struck fatally, pointing the swords at Lin Xin's vital parts of his body.
It doesn't matter the throat, eyebrows, temples, lower abdomen, armpits... all the weakest and most fatal parts of a person have become his targets. Moreover, the sword technique around the body is not weak. Lin Xin has already covered his whole body.
The guard was airtight, but it still couldn't stop Feng Jueyu's sharp sword moves. At this moment, Feng Jueyu was like a civet cat clinging to the blade of his mother's sword as he shuttled back and forth. It looked extremely thrilling, but every time
He can easily avert danger, and every time he can find a gap to hand out his stainless steel sword. The sword often seems to have turned a corner, even if it is not pointed at the vital point at first, but with the wind.
With a flick of Yu's wrist, even if his shoulders were slightly lowered, he could adjust the angle and stab Lin Xin's vital part. It was a fucking trick. All the experts present stared at him wildly.
"Holy crap, what the hell kind of swordsmanship is this? It's so shameless."
"Bah, what is shameless? This is the essence of swordsmanship."
"That's not what I meant. What I meant was, this is too amazing."
"Yeah, that's amazing. How did he stab it?"
"..."
In the team of the Zhu family in the stands, Han Baobao and the Killer Six had their eyes wide open. They kept saying "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" and couldn't believe their eyes.
In fact, Feng Jueyu once taught Han Baobao several sword moves, most of which evolved from the Six Swords of Punishment and his experience. Only they could understand the deeper mysteries.
The group of people practiced desperately, but still couldn't find the method. But today, after seeing Feng Jueyu personally perform the essence of what the assassination method is, the seven people suddenly became enlightened.
"So this is how this trick works. Young Master is so amazing."
Han Baobao stared: "Talk less and watch more. This opportunity is rare."
"Yes." Zhao Bing and others nodded, and then looked at it intently.
At this time, most of the people in the stands had their mouths wide open, because they clearly saw that Lin Xin's proud body-circling swordsmanship was restrained everywhere as if it had hit the muzzle of a gun, and it was not as good as the one he stabbed Feng Jueyu before.
A sword is so powerful. Those who don’t understand think that the name of the sword technique is not worthy of its name. But the real masters have just realized that the sword technique of the circle has encountered a nemesis. I am afraid that only Jing Qingqing and others of the Jing family know the secret.
location.
"What a powerful assassination method!" Jing Wuqing showed arrogant fighting spirit for the first time in his history. He seemed to feel that his blood was boiling.
An assassin's life is spent constantly breaking through themselves. Their paranoia and stubbornness make them have an inexplicable enthusiasm for assassination methods. Now, Feng Jueyu's performance in the ring is a completely refined assassination method. He has carried out these assassinations.
The method was integrated into the swordsmanship, causing the swordsmanship to lose its original dignity, but it gained almost destructive power.
Now Lin Xin is like a little chicken. When faced with the capture of an eagle, all he can do is run away in addition to hastily resisting and hiding. And his so-called second-grade white flame martial arts is not even 30% powerful.
Can't even perform.
Compared with the battle with Wang Tianyu, the domineering Qi and the magnificent scene, this battle does not have too much dazzling splendor, but the essence of the martial arts is completely demonstrated.
Already.
At the beginning, Feng Jueyu used the Six Punishment Swords to fight the enemy, and Lin Xin could more or less return to one and a half moves. But later on, the swordsmanship, fists, and capture were put together in various ways, which made people feel
Feng Jueyu seemed to have turned into a killing machine. Even if his fingers, wrists, or any part of Lin Xin's body was stretched out, Lin Xin would suffer so much that he would retreat in a hurry. In the end, Lin Xin
Xin only has the power of defense and has no room for offense.
At this moment, if people were asked to use one word to describe Feng Jueyu's fighting style, it would be: evil.
It was so weird, every move and every move seemed impossible, but it was completed perfectly, and posed a great threat to Lin Xin, so much so that even a hundred moves were impossible, and Lin Xin was covered in wounds everywhere.
The wound made by the stainless steel sword rolled to both sides, and blood dripped wildly; several fingers had just been pinched and broken by Feng Jueyu's grappling technique, and he was about to lose the ability to hold the sword; at this time, Feng Jueyu often
He will send an old punch, not hitting the vital point, but as a master of the second level of Shenwu, the strength of the true energy is so terrifying. When a punch is thrown out, it is a muffled sound of hitting the flesh, bringing out a sound of Lin Xin
humming.
"Bang, bang, bang! Bang! Bang!"
The more Feng Jueyu fights, the more smoothly he becomes. Sometimes he picks, sweeps, chops, and slashes with the sword. His sword style is lingering and sharp as charm. He also uses punches, kicks, clavicle acupuncture points, palms and elbows, and knees and fingers to poke.
Extremely, in just half a quarter of an hour, the arena turned into a solo performance by Feng Jueyu. Lin Xin was beaten so hard that his nose and mouth started to bleed. He was dizzy and in a trance. In the end, even the number of people he saw was even, and his eyes were blurred.
It was so blurry that it was impossible to tell whether it was a person or an afterimage left by Feng Jueyu...
"this……"
The family heads in front of the rostrum looked at each other in disbelief. The muffled sounds of fists hitting flesh on the stage almost became one. The family heads no longer knew what to say. This was originally a close fight, but in the end the situation turned into a tense situation.
Face to face, Feng Jueyu's extraordinary method beat Lin Xin without any power to parry, and looking at Feng Jueyu's expression, it was a bloodthirsty and war-crazed look. No one could stop it. If it continued like this
If he goes down, it is definitely a certainty that Lin Xin will be beaten into a pig's head.
However, Lin Xin kept gritting his teeth and persisted. He was very willing to follow Feng Jueyu and risk his life, and he still refused to admit defeat. This made all the family heads anxious.
Although the main purpose of this competition is to choose the lord of the middle and jungle cities, the entire competition does not care about hurting people's lives. After all, this is Zhongtian City and there are no laws at all. It is said that fists and feet have no eyes, and anything can happen.
Feng Rulan was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see the tragic incident happen, so she couldn't help but ask Lin Zhenhai: "Brother Lin, do you think it will make Lin Xin give in? If this continues..."
Feng Rulan stopped talking about the next words because he saw Lin Zhenhai clenching his fists with an expression of unwillingness.
"Alas!" One of the family heads advised: "Brother Zhenhai, it's almost done. Everyone can see that Lin Xin has no chance of winning."
How could Lin Zhenhai not know this truth? After thinking about it, he finally stood up and said loudly: "Xin'er, that's enough, you lose."
The whole place suddenly fell silent. Even Feng Jueyu heard Lin Zhenhai's words and couldn't help but hold back. In fact, no matter what Lin Xin thought, Feng Jueyu felt that he had not yet reached the level of life-and-death with Lin Xin, looking for too mysterious
The matter of hiding was of great importance, and it was best not to make enemies at this time, so even though he was enjoying the fight, he never had the intention to kill, otherwise Lin Xin would have been killed on the spot.
Lin Xin paused and took the opportunity to take a breath. Reluctance and humiliation surged into his heart. How could he not know that he would definitely lose? Unfortunately, he hated Feng Jueyu to the core. If there was even the slightest chance, he would kill him with his own hands.
This kid who has embarrassed himself time and time again.
Lin Xin's face turned pale as he bit his lip, as if he was weighing whether to give in or not. But immediately, hatred defeated his reason. The moment Feng Jueyu sheathed his sword, he slammed the Zimu fine steel sword in front of his chest.
, with a bang, the two swords burst into pieces and shattered into pieces of iron: "I didn't lose."
Lin Xin roared ferociously, pushed forward with both palms, and pushed all the steel sword fragments towards Feng Jueyu...