In this blow, Black Dragon Yifeng used all his strength, because his intuition told him that he only had one chance to strike. If he could not hurt his opponent with one blow, then he would not be able to fight back at all.
This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, with no basis at all. It is just a feeling, but Heilong Yifeng chooses to believe it, because in countless battles, this intuition has penetrated into the bone marrow and formed an instinct...
"careful!"
Seeing the black dragon Yifeng slashing down with a ferocious blow, but the man did not move, Luo Ning shouted reflexively, feeling worried about him. After hearing Luo Ning's reminder, the man turned around and gave Luo Ning a slight smile.
A smile.
Chance!
Black Dragon Yifeng's eyes suddenly lit up, and his body leaped into the air and fell. As he fell, the samurai sword in his hand suddenly fell down with thunderous force, trying to catch the person's moment of distraction and kill him.
Under the knife.
The moonlight fell and shone on the katana, shining with a silvery light. This white light followed the katana's blow and reached the man first.
When the white light reached his body, the man turned around just in time to meet the black dragon's sword slashed by the wind.
brush!
The force of the knife drives straight in, and the force of the knife wind chills the body.
The man didn't even look at it, he raised his right hand lightly, stretched out two fingers, and pinched it in front of the door.
The sword light pouring down like mercury stopped instantly, and the long and narrow katana stood in the air, firmly held by the man's two fingers.
"ah!"
Zhong Huiyi and Luo Ning were horrified and looked at this scene in disbelief.
The two of them had a deep understanding of the power of Black Dragon Yifeng. When he slashed down with his sword, even a waist-thick log would probably be broken by the waist. However, such a fierce blow was struck by the two fingers of the attacker.
Clamped, it’s too shocking.
Compared with the two people who were surprised, Heilong Yifeng was even more shocked. He knew his own sword skills best. He could withstand a sword attack in the wind. There were not many people in the world who could withstand it, let alone being beaten by others.
Hold it between two fingers.
If before today, someone had told him that someone could hold his Windward Slash with two fingers, he would have thought that person was crazy and that this was nonsense and impossible to happen. However, now faced with this iron-clad
fact, but he could only choose to believe it.
"drink!"
Black Dragon Yifeng shouted loudly, grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, and pressed down sharply.
The katana was twisted and deformed, but the blade did not move at all. It was firmly clamped by the man. Black Dragon Yifeng was heartbroken and retreated quickly.
collapse!
There was a crisp sound, and the man's fingers slipped. The tip of the inch-long samurai sword suddenly broke under the man's fingers.
Whoosh!
The man broke off the tip of the knife, shook his hand and shot it out.
A bit of cold light disappeared in a flash, and appeared in front of Black Dragon Yifeng in an instant.
Black Dragon Yifeng's expression changed wildly. He took a deep breath and held the knife in front of his chest, trying to block the tip of the knife.
However, when he blocked the attack with the knife, it blocked nothing. The tip of the knife had already broken through his protection before he blocked it, and it burrowed into his chest with a "chi" sound.
Kick, kick, kick!
A streak of blood shot out from behind, causing a large amount of blood to rain down. Under the impact of this force, Black Dragon Yifeng took three or four steps back before using his broken samurai sword to support the ground.
He knelt on the ground and stared at the visitor in shock and disbelief.