The scabbard was simple and dark, with a metallic luster, and a cold and fierce aura rolled out of the young man's body.
Ye Feng stopped moving forward, with surprise and solemnity in his eyes. Normally, his current strength would be enough to crush a fourth-level warrior. But the young man in front of him gave him a sense of danger.
The young man's expression was as cold as ice, and his narrow eyes were filled with ferocious light, like a wounded lone wolf.
"Brother, I have no ill intentions towards you!" Ye Feng shrugged and said.
"Make way!" The young man's voice sounded like ice.
"All right!"
Ye Feng curled his lips and took two steps to the side. He didn't want to get into a fight with the young man for no reason.
The young man held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand and walked slowly past Ye Feng with sharp eyes.
Looking at the young man walking away slowly, Ye Feng thought for a while and asked: "Brother, what is your name?"
Unfortunately, the young man didn't seem to hear Ye Feng's inquiry. He kept his pace steady, held the handle of the knife, and moved forward quickly.
"You are really arrogant!"
There was a hint of helplessness on Ye Feng's lips. He looked at the young man who was gradually walking away and suddenly laughed, "This world is actually quite interesting. I can meet many characters from movies and TV shows."
Stretching out his arms, Ye Feng's eyes were once again covered in white light, his fangs exposed, and he traced Long Xiaoyun's aura again.
…
After being more than a mile away from Ye Feng, the young man released his right hand that was tightly gripping the handle of the knife, and a look of solemnity appeared on his stern face.
Although Ye Feng did not show any malice, the invisible pressure and momentum made the young man extremely nervous.
There was a complicated look in his narrow eyes, and the young man took a deep breath, "My strength is not enough, I need to strengthen my experience!"
He lowered his head and glanced at the sword that was submerged in the scabbard, and there was a touch of tenderness in the young man's cold eyes.
"Um?"
Suddenly, the young man narrowed his eyes, and his right hand was like lightning, instantly falling onto the scabbard, "Get out!"
"Swish, swish, swish!"
As the young man's voice fell, figures emerged from the ground one after another.
Thirteen figures lined up in a row, each with a cold expression and staring at the young man fiercely.
"Hand over the magic knife!"
The middle-aged man in the lead was wearing a brown suit and stared at the young man with a serious look.
"Choke!"
The middle-aged man's pupils shrank suddenly. He did not expect that the young man would be so decisive and draw the knife without saying a word.
The sword's light is bright, like the spring breeze and like lightning.
The middle-aged man only felt a flash of white light in front of his eyes.
"puff!"
Blood sprays!
"How is it possible?" A look of disbelief appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and he looked down at his chest where blood was gushing out, "Why, why is this happening?"
"Vice Hall Master!"
"Kill him!"
"Avenge the deputy hall master!"
The expressions of everyone present changed drastically. He did not expect that the young man would use the sword so quickly, so fast that they had no time to react. More importantly, the middle-aged man who was killed by the young man was the strongest among them.
He is a third-level warrior.
When the sword is sheathed, it seems as if it has never been taken out.
Seeing the remaining twelve masters attacking, the young man's expression remained normal and he took a step back with his right foot.
"Choke!"
It was like the god of death wielding the sickle, and the bright cold light appeared again.
"puff!"
Blood surged, and a head soared into the air.
At the same time, Ye Feng's figure also appeared in the distance.
Smelling the smell of blood in the air, Ye Feng couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his dry lips.
"This speed is too fast!"
The young man hardly used any physical skills. He only had one strike every time, which was to draw his sword.
However, the young man drew the sword so fast that Ye Feng could only catch the blurry shadow of the sword.
"His speed is thirty-nine. Could it be that thirty-nine refers to his sword-drawing speed, not his movement speed? Coupled with his internal strength, this sword-drawing speed is almost fifty!"
"If I were in my normal state, I wouldn't be able to stop his sword-drawing technique!"
The young man draws the sword too fast, as fast as lightning. Every time he draws the sword, a life will be taken away from you.
Unfortunately, youth also has fatal weaknesses.
That is, every time he draws the sword, the sword must be sheathed.
The weakest of those warriors was level five, and they quickly noticed the young man's weakness.
"Choke!"
"Now!"
"Kill him!"
As the young man once again performed the sword drawing technique, the other warriors showed expressions of absolute despair and all took action.
"Boom!"
The palm print was like a mountain, carrying a billowing force, and struck towards the back of the young man's head.
The white horse was galloping as if it were real. It raised its front hooves and stepped hard on the young man's chest.
For a moment, the remaining six warriors all displayed their strongest martial arts.
The sword shines brightly, cutting off the shadow of the attacking white horse, and cuts off the opponent's neck with one strike.
"puff!!!"
"Boom!"
In this instant, all other attacks fell on the young man.
Blood sprayed, and the young man stepped back, his face as pale as paper, his right hand trembling, and the sword had been sheathed.
"Whoa!"
The remaining five people stagnated in their steps, looking at the sword that had been sheathed, all with fear on their faces.
"Fu Hongxue, hand over the magic knife, otherwise, even if you kill us all, you won't survive!"
"A mere fourth-level warrior who dares to get his hands on the magic sword really does not know whether to live or die!"
"Fu Hongxue, as long as you hand over the magic sword, Wanma Hall can give you the position of deputy hall leader!"
Facing a pair of greedy and fearful eyes, Fu Hongxue's expression remained the same, with a touch of sarcasm flashing across his eyes.
Seeing Fu Hongxue's indifferent gaze, the remaining five people were furious. One of them quickly ran to the body of the middle-aged man who was killed first and took out a talisman from his pocket.
Holding the talisman, the fear in the young man's heart dissipated a little. He stared at Fu Hongxue holding the handle of the knife and said ferociously, "Fu Hongxue, you are indeed very strong. But, you still want to die!"
"Surround him and I activate the runes!"
"good!"
A solemn look appeared on Fu Hongxue's face. He stared at the young man with a ferocious smile and poured his inner energy into the runes. He used his right hand holding the handle of the knife to exert a little force.
"Crack!"
Just when Fu Hongxue was about to draw the sword, the smile of the young man who was activating the runes froze, and a big hand suddenly fell on his neck.
"Crack!"
Before the young man could speak, a strong force suddenly surged out and broke his neck.
"You, who are you?"
"We are members of the Ten Thousand Horses Hall. Are you going to go against the Ten Thousand Horses Hall?"
Under the horrified gazes of the other four people, Ye Feng slowly took the talisman in the opponent's hand, immediately threw his body aside, grinned, "You continue!"
After saying that, Ye Feng stuffed the talisman into his pocket, turned around and left.
The remaining four people looked at each other, what is this?
"run!"
"Fu Hongxue, you will definitely die next time!"
Without the intimidation of the runes, the remaining four people dared to stop, and turned around and ran away one by one.
