Yu Zhijian dodged, but he was still a little too late. The clothes on his chest were torn open, and the tearing sound was shocking. Fortunately, no skin was hurt.
Ding Dang...
One of the flying knives actually bounced away the gun in Yu Zhijian's hand.
"here we go!"
There was a sneer at the corner of Changfeng's mouth, and there were only two knives left in his hand. These two knives were held in his hands, like the hooks and claws of a mantis.
Swish, swish, swish...
Waves of cold light shrouded Yu Zhijian. Yu Zhijian dodged backwards while taking out a black saber. The saber was a pitch black dagger. The two knives of the jingling clang collided with Changfeng's, causing a splash of sparks.
.
The knife in Changfeng's hand was getting faster and faster, and his eyes were dazzled by a white light.
Yu Zhijian was obviously having difficulty blocking.
Tsk...
His clothes were torn again, followed by two more noises, and were torn in two places again.
Yu Zhijian gritted his teeth and seemed to have used all his strength, but he still couldn't stop the sound of hissing from his body.
When Yu Zhijian's body was scratched for the tenth time, the expression on Yu Zhijian's face was still solemn, and he seemed to have used up all the energy to suck milk.
Changfeng's face suddenly changed, the ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth froze, and his brows furrowed. He was a conceited expert, but conceitedness does not mean ignorance. Yu Zhijian seemed exhausted and tired of coping.
, but after a long time, the knife in Changfeng's hand only cut open his clothes.
Time did not pass very quickly. The so-called half day is for experts.
When real masters compete with each other, the winner can be determined in an instant, and there are times when they are evenly matched, which is the most frustrating. However, in Changfeng's view, Yu Zhijian, who he had investigated in advance, does not have much ability.
.
To ordinary people, this Yu Zhijian is the Siberian tiger of the Shencheng military, a very important figure in the garrison, and has made countless contributions.
But for him, Changfeng, this so-called military king or strong man was simply vulnerable.
Ordinary people think that those steel soldiers are invincible, but for real martial arts masters, these so-called masters are just stronger in hard-core martial arts, and they are not as effective as their own unique skills.
Mobei Wolf King Lin Kun is indeed powerful, but there are too many shadows of Jianghu in Lin Kun.
Changfeng was not optimistic about Yu Zhijian. According to his previous assumptions, he could completely defeat Yu Zhijian within ten moves and then wipe Chu Jingyao's throat open.
This is the order given by Mr. Ge, and it is also his own inner decision.
Lin Kun once destroyed him, and now he wants him to taste the feeling of losing his wife and child. This despair will last throughout his life until the day he dies.
"Is it okay?"
Yu Zhijian suddenly spoke, and the expression on his face suddenly changed. What Changfeng was worried about happened, and the knife in Yu Zhijian's hand was already slashing at him.
Just now, Yu Zhijian just blocked with all his strength and had no power to fight back. But in just a short moment, Yu Zhijian completely reversed the situation.
Changfeng's feet began to retreat, and the knife in his hand began to block with all his strength. Yu Zhijian's attack was much more violent than his previous attack. (One Zero)
Ding Ding Dang Dang Dang...
Sparks flew everywhere, Changfeng's frowned brows, and his solemn face seemed to hear the knife in his hand beginning to crack under the opponent's fierce offensive.
Bang!
Yu Zhijian kicked him over. Changfeng glanced at him and raised his kick to meet him.
The two people's feet collided together, and with a muffled sound, the two people fell back at the same time, evenly matched. Each person took three steps back, and the soles of their feet were numb.
"How is it possible..."
Changfeng said unwillingly, "How can someone named Lin be such a master? Is my information wrong? No, my information has never been wrong!"
As he was speaking, a cold light suddenly flashed across Changfeng's eyes. Taking advantage of the moment when Yu Zhijian's expression relaxed slightly, two knives flashed out of his cuffs.
The two flying knives are extremely fast, and when used at close range, the kill rate is over 90%.
Ding!
There was a sudden crisp sound in mid-air, and a cruel smile curled up at the corner of Changfeng's lips. Before it could completely climb onto his cheeks, two slanting cold lights shot out and hit his flying knife.
The flying knives had already reached the tip of Yu Zhijian's nose and chest, and he was about to send Yu Zhijian back to the west, but the two knives shot out of the diagonal ground directly bounced him away.
Changfeng's brows jumped violently.
"Haha, it's so lively. Brother Zhijian, you must remember that you owe me a life." (Zero One)
A cheerful voice came, and a person walked out of the green woods nearby.
He was hunched over, with long hair, and only half of his face was exposed. The wrist of his right hand was empty, and he was playing with a throwing knife in his left hand. The throwing knife turned into two for a while, three for a while, and then one again.
Changing over and over again.
"Brother Kuisheng, why are you here?" Yu Zhijian looked surprised.
"Don't talk about unnecessary things. Remember, you owe me a life?" Jiang Kuisheng said with a smile.
“How about a bottle of aged Huadiao?”
"reluctantly."
"Another bottle of Tusu?"
"That's pretty much it."
Jiang Kuisheng said with a smile. The knife in his hand suddenly turned into a knife that was longer and wider than the knife he was playing with just now. Then his face suddenly turned cold, and he kicked on the ground with his feet, cutting the green
The grass was kicked up, and the whole person jumped towards the strong wind. The cold light in his hand drew a large arc in the air, and the cold wind blew down.
Changfeng didn't dare to be careless. Before he could understand what was going on, another person suddenly appeared. He waved the knife in his hand and blocked it.
Ding Ding Dang Dang Dang...
Jiang Kuisheng only had one hand, but he moved the knife very fast. Although Changfeng could deal with it, he had almost no chance to fight back. At the same time, his arms were a little numb from the shock, and he stepped back continuously, and suddenly he shouted loudly.
: "Ah!" The two knives in his hands struck Jiang Kuisheng with force.
Normally, Jiang Kuisheng should be fighting for his life, and the two of them would compete.
But the result was that when Jiang Kuisheng saw that Changfeng wanted to fight for his life, he immediately stepped aside.
Before Changfeng could figure out what was going on, he was about to pursue him when suddenly another figure jumped out from the diagonal ground. This man was holding two short-barreled shotguns in his hands. The short-barreled shotguns were not used as guns.
, but used as an iron rod.
Ding Ding Dang Dang Dang...
The polished steel pipe hit the two knives in Changfeng's hand. The barrel seemed to only recognize the two knives in Changfeng's hand, not Changfeng, and only focused on the two knives.
Damn, but he has no interest in attacking Changfeng... (To be continued)