Chapter 687
Chapter 687
Hearing footsteps in the distance in the night, the man in black's eyelids jumped.
The footsteps were very light.
Mixed in the sound of the river wind and waves, ordinary people would never hear it.
However, there is no way to escape the eyes and ears of the man in black. This is almost an instinct.
He looked across.
A thin young man, wearing cloth clothes and cloth shoes, walked slowly over.
There were rocks everywhere, but he walked surprisingly steadily.
Moreover, every step seems to have been carefully measured and is accurate.
Hanging from his waist was a slender scimitar.
His hand grasped the handle of the knife tightly.
It seems that this hand is part of the knife. Or maybe the knife is just an extension of the hand.
The man in black on the rocks by the river finally changed his expression.
"The name of the sword is Zhuifeng, and the name of the person is also Zhuifeng."
"Are you chasing the wind?"
Zhui Feng nodded, staring at the man on the stone with his star-like eyes.
"Northwest Crazy Sword?"
The man nodded: "Northwest, untie the hook."
Zhui Feng: "Can we start?"
Uncheck: "Any time."
Zhui Feng stopped talking, drew his sword, and rushed forward.
When he didn't draw the sword, it was at his waist. When he drew it, the sword suddenly rose into the air.
A ray of cold light, like a leaping silver snake, cut through the night, and almost instantly, it cut into Xie Gou's ribs.
This series of actions was done in one go, it was so fast!
Untick the pupil to contract.
He knew that Zhui Feng's knife was fast enough, and he was sufficiently prepared in his heart.
But he found that he still greatly underestimated the speed of chasing the wind.
None of the defensive moves he had prepared were used.
With a low roar, he retreated quickly!
I originally thought that this retreat would be enough to avoid Zhui Feng's knife.
Then, he could use his backhand to hold the knife and fight back quickly and violently.
Unexpectedly, Zhuifeng's whole body seemed to be integrated with the knife. And the long knife in his hand was almost like a shadow.
Jie Gou was surprised.
Back again!
Retreat again and again!
Until, I felt a chill under my feet and had already retreated into the river.
At Chai Feng's speed, he felt that he would have to fall into the river to escape.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Zhuifeng suddenly stopped.
Move like lightning.
Quiet as a virgin.
It seemed that the fierce attack just now had nothing to do with him.
It was as if he had been standing here all along without drawing a sword.
He said coldly: "I rarely draw my sword on my own initiative."
"When I take the initiative to draw my sword, my opponent rarely has the chance to fight back."
"Now, I'll give you this opportunity." After saying that, he actually took a step back.
Xie Gou's face was extremely solemn.
At the same time, a look of respect also appeared in his eyes.
Everyone plays with knives. He could feel the belief and respect for knives in Zhui Feng's heart.
"I was careless."
"I apologize to you."
He said in a deep voice, turned back his hand, and drew his sword.
His sword is wide and thick. It is improved and forged on the basis of the old-fashioned ghost head sword.
The sword was swung out, but before the sword came, the wind came first.
Chase the wind and retreat!
Jie Gou used three deadly swords, and Zhui Feng also took three steps back.
"The Northwest Crazy Sword is well-deserved."
"Next, if I show any mercy, I will be disrespecting you." Zhui Feng's voice was devoid of any emotion.
The same is true for Jiegou. He said coldly: "If you show mercy, you will humiliate me."
Amid low shouts, the two rushed towards each other again.
Two knives, one broad and thick, bring forth gusts of wind.
A long and slender hand, like a strange electric silver snake.
What you are targeting are the opponent's vital points.
This chapter has been completed!