Before Zhao Feng could reach the place, he felt an astonishing murderous aura. A flash of sword light flashed through. The monster let out a long roar and fell to the ground. From his abdomen to his crotch, everything was split open by the knife, and there was blood.
It flowed all over the floor.
"Xiaotian, are we really still alive?"
"Brother Yi, we are still alive! We are alive and well!"
Yi Tianhang, Meng Feiyang, and Shuai Xiaotian thought they were dead, but they didn't expect to come back from the dead, and they cried excitedly.
"Hey, there is really something good!"
Ruo Xingchen rubbed the dead monster with a knife a few times and wiped off the blood on the knife. Suddenly, he found two things shining under the monster.
"Friend," Ruo Xingchen was about to pick up something when he heard someone talking and quickly raised his head, only to hear the person continue:
"Can you give me the City Lord's Order in these two things? I'm willing to exchange it with food!"
"I'm not short of food, but the city lord doesn't interest me, but if you want it but can't, you'll just take it away like this!"
Ruo Xingchen stepped away from the monster's corpse and stood proudly opposite Zhao Feng, carrying his formidable-looking sword on his shoulder.
"Little brother, how can you be willing to give up the City Lord's Order to me?"
Zhao Feng didn't expect that when he was about to find the City Lord's Order, the City Lord's Order appeared directly in front of him.
"If you want the city lord's order, it's easy!"
Ruo Xingchen pointed at Zhao Feng and said loudly: "Use the armor on your body as a bargaining chip. Let's have a fight. Whoever wins will get the things!"
"Good suggestion!" Zhao Feng agreed immediately.
Guan Wen, Yan Wushuang, Huang Tao, and Gan Xiaoxiao rushed to the scene of the incident. Zhao Feng and Ruo Xingchen were already ready for a fight.
"Little brother, how many years am I older than you? I want you to make the first move!"
Zhao Feng was too confident. He didn't expect that Ruo Xingchen would be fatal as soon as he used his sword.
As soon as the sword light appeared, Zhao Feng felt a cold light flying straight towards his face, and a terrible chill made him very uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Zhao Feng was agile and reacted quickly enough, so he almost got his head split open by the opponent's knife.
The long knife in Ruoxingchen's hand seemed like it should be strong and fierce, but he didn't expect that his knife was mainly fast, swift, and unexpected.
Ruo Xingchen seized the opportunity with his first move and pressed forward step by step. Zhao Feng did somersaults to avoid Ruo Xingchen's first sword, but the opponent's sword followed him like a shadow, chasing after him like a tarsal maggot.
The tip of the knife was always only a thin line away from Zhao Feng's neck. After two or three moves, Zhao Feng's whole body was already dripping with cold sweat.
"Damn, this kid is so evil. His sword skills are so exquisite! This is not a competitive treasure hunt. It is clear that this kid wants my life!"
The anger in Zhao Feng's heart rose, and the flying knife in his hands flashed with cold light. If Xingchen was alert, the long knife in his hand suddenly became as powerful as a stormy sea.
Zhao Feng turned sideways and hurriedly flipped back and forth, while at the same time the flying knife in his hand went straight to hit Ruoxingchen on the head.
Ruo Xingchen noticed that Han Xing was approaching his face, and drew his knife to defend himself. With a "ding" sound, the flying knives were knocked out. Then Zhao Feng raised his hands, and two flying knives flew straight towards Ruo Xingchen's face and heart.
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If Xingchen hurriedly took a step back and slashed diagonally, both flying knives were knocked away by the blow.
Zhao Feng still underestimated Ruoxingchen. Ruoxingchen's sword seemed to be defensive, but in fact it contained counterattack.
If the long sword in Xingchen's hand flashed, Zhao Feng secretly thought it was not good and hurriedly rolled to the side. A beam of sword struck the place where he had just stood, splitting a crack over one meter long and one foot deep in the ground.
If Xingchen regained the upper hand again, the sword moves in his hand changed, like a violent storm, each sword was as fast as the other, and each sword was faster than the last. This time, Zhao Feng was forced to have no chance to launch the flying knife.
One after another, the sword flashes forced Zhao Feng to be in a hurry and exhausted. The four people Guan and Wen watched with fear, fearing that Zhao Feng would be killed on the spot if he was not careful.
No one thought that Zhao Feng was deliberately acting. He knew that the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in front of him was not weak and that he would not be able to win in a short time, so he deliberately showed his defeat in order to paralyze the opponent.
The young man Ruo Xingchen was indeed inexperienced. He was so complacent that his vigilance was greatly reduced.
Zhao Feng realized that the boy had been fooled and suddenly changed his moves. He bent the index finger of his right hand and hit Ruo Xingchen with his knuckle on the side of Ruo Xingchen's knife blade. Then he quickly swung the flying knife in his other hand and aimed directly at Ruo Xingchen's throat.
If Xingchen knew that he had been deceived, in the midst of his busy schedule, he lay down on an iron plank bridge, flipped out the knife in his hand, and Zhao Feng hurriedly jumped out.
Next, Zhao Feng successfully opened the distance between them, and the flying knife in his hand kept flying out, making a chirping sound, and struck straight into the stars.
If Xingchen is much younger after all, his physical fitness is originally poor, and he has been suffering from diarrhea for the past few days, his physical fitness is only three times the peak state.
The flying knives in Zhao Feng's hand were given to him by Yan Wushuang. These flying knives are treasures. After being shot out, they will automatically return to the knife bag within ten seconds at most.
Zhao Feng's flying sword was extremely accurate and soon forced Ruo Xingchen to retreat continuously.
"etc!"
If Xingchen shouted, Zhao Feng immediately stopped and took two steps back, widening the distance between them.
"Little brother, you are really good at swordsmanship. Are you interested in joining our team? It's better to be together than to do it alone."
Ruo Xingchen's face became very embarrassed because he felt uncomfortable in his stomach again.
"I feel uncomfortable in my stomach, I'll give it a try later!"
Zhao Feng saw Ruoxingchen's body movements moving quickly and quickly disappeared, and nodded secretly.
How did he know that Ruo Xingchen actually stole all his kung fu from him.
Ruo Xingchen was originally a child from an orphanage in Bac Ninh City. All the other children of the same age were adopted by foreigners. But every time he saw someone wanting to adopt him, he deliberately made a lot of trouble, which led to him reaching the age of sixteen.
He left the orphanage at the age of 18 and officially entered society to make a living on his own.
There is only a wall between the orphanage and Zhao Feng's residence in the university. He is withdrawn and indifferent. What he likes most is to secretly practice kung fu with Zhao Feng and others on the other side of the wall every afternoon.
Although Ruo Xingchen is only sixteen years old, he has been practicing Kung Fu with Zhao Feng for seven or eight years.
In the first few years, it was just Zhao Feng and Yan Wushuang who were sparring. Later, the number of people gradually increased, and Ruo Xingchen became even more enthusiastic as he learned.
If Xingchen left the orphanage and changed his name to his current name, he did not find a job like other children when he left the orphanage, but became a snitch.
Sneaking around in wealthy areas, Ruo Xingchen relied on Mo I's quick skills and was not discovered even once.
"Feng, this boy's situation is a bit special!"
"Xiaoxiao, you can see that this little guy must have a big secret, maybe he doesn't even know it."
If Xingchen comes back after solving the problem, he will face Zhao Feng again.
"How are you doing? Do you still want to fight?" Zhao Feng asked.
If Xingchen does not admit defeat, his momentum will still be high: "Of course we will fight!"