The man stepped forward with his feet, waiting for Feng Yiyue to attack.
Feng Yiyue knew that this man would definitely be difficult to deal with, but she could guess what she had just from her posture, and it was indeed more difficult to deal with than she imagined.
Feng Yiyue did not hide it, but directly took out her short sword from her lower back.
After the man saw Feng Yiyue's dagger, a flash of light flashed in his gray pupils.
"Good knife!"
The hot eyes made Feng Yiyue feel a little chilly.
"You'd better not miss my things." Feng Yiyue held the dagger tightly with one hand, her eyes cold.
The man couldn't help but sneer when he saw Feng Yiyue's appearance at this moment: "Kill you, and the things will be mine."
"I won't spare your life after all. Give me the knife and I'll let you die with dignity."
There was a hint of contempt in the man's voice. That contempt was not for Feng Yiyue, but for women.
"If you want something from me, you have to see if you can take it with your life!"
After Feng Yiyue finished speaking, she and the man acted almost at the same time.
Lu Zhaoxing, who quietly crawled to the side, was dumbfounded. Feng Yiyue's quick movements made him think that she had been trained.
Otherwise, how could we face this man?
The posture of holding the knife, the posture of resistance, and the movement of attack are not like what an ordinary woman would do.
The man seemed not to have expected that Feng Yiyue was so capable and could take three of his moves without losing.
Feng Yiyue didn't intend to give the man time to be surprised. She stepped forward and kicked the man directly on the head.
The man quickly used his arms to resist, but was surprised to find that Feng Yiyue's foot was very powerful. The kick directly made his arm numb with pain.
Feng Yiyue suddenly stepped onto the stool next to her, jumped up and stabbed the man in the back of the neck with her short knife!
A cold glint flashed in the man's eyes, this woman's methods were not sloppy at all, she was ruthless in every move.
"Humph, the game is over!"
The man also knew that Feng Yiyue was not an ordinary woman and was not easy to deal with, and he had no intention of continuing to play this cat and mouse game.
Just when Feng Yiyue was about to stab the man with the short knife, the man struck quickly and grabbed Feng Yiyue's wrist.
"You have some abilities, but not much."
Feng Yiyue's face was a little pale. When she heard the man say this, she suddenly grinned, and her smile was a little evil.
"Yeah?"
The man only felt a dull pain in his abdomen, and the hand holding Feng Yiyue loosened a little. Feng Yiyue slammed her knee into the man's chest and used the force to move away.
Only then did the man realize that Feng Yiyue was more than just a short sword.
"Are you actually a dual swordsman?"
"Flowing fire?!"
The man didn't care at all about the bloody hole in his abdomen stabbed by Feng Yiyue. Instead, he looked at the double knives in Feng Yiyue's hands with excitement.
Feng Yiyue glanced at her short sword.
The voice was condensed: "Tell me, who sent you here."
The man stared at Feng Yiyue's dagger for a moment, and his excitement turned from excitement to uncertainty.
"The flowing fire is really in your hands?"
"I have to kill you today."
"Then let's see if you have this ability!"
Feng Yiyue clenched her swords tightly and took a deep breath.
Both of them stopped talking nonsense and attacked at the same time!
"Do you know whose weapon this flowing fire used to be?"
The man was so violent that Feng Yiyue's arm was already bleeding.
Feng Yiyue said nothing and continued to attack the man, as if she didn't know the pain.
"It's the owner of this flowing fire who asked me to take your life! If you are just a mediocre person, useless and stupid, you can still live, but if you insist on taking this path, then you have no choice but to die!"
