Seeing the falling sharp blade, Luo Qingfeng immediately opened his palms
The thin feather blade spreads out on the palm of the hand, like a folding fan
Each feather blade is lifelike, just like a real feather.
The cold light flows, and the feather blade looks particularly beautiful.
It's like the rays of the nine-day sky falling on the feathers of flying birds, reflecting the radiant colors
Feisheng's short sword was blocked by the feather blade, and the weapons collided together, making a clanging sound.
Luo Qingfeng looked at Fei Sheng, twisted his wrist, and immediately folded the opened feather blade
The other hand grabbed Fei Sheng's wrist with her backhand, her eyes fell on his neck, and she swung the blade
Feisheng was startled and quickly broke away. He leaned back and put away the short knife in his hand. The next moment, a long sword appeared.
Before the sharp blade fell on his neck, he immediately blocked the sharp edge of the long sword on his neck.
"Qiang"
The weapons collided and made a crisp sound.
The earthquake force bounced away, and the people who were entangled in the same place immediately separated
The onlookers were stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.
Isn't this a spiritual master's test?
But from just now to now, in this competition, they have never used spiritual power.
It's all close combat, and there are some strange movements.
It doesn't look like much, but with speed and strength, every blow can kill someone.
The two people who had started fighting made everyone look at Xiao Su.
Who said that this competition is theirs?
The next six games are all in order, okay? The first game is not theirs.
But until now, Xiao Su didn't say anything.
Feeling those eyes on him, Xiao Su sat there silently, changing the book in his hand.
People are already fighting, and there is no reason to let them come down.
That's it, that's it.
No matter what they say now, he won't let them come down. As it is now, that's good.
Xiao Lichuan had doubts in his heart. It was so easy to say that Fei Sheng was a killer. Why did Luo Qingfeng do the same?
Feisheng stepped back continuously and looked at Luo Qingfeng in surprise.
Art of Assassination
Luo Qingfeng knows, she knows these things
"Who are you?" How can you do this?
Luo Qingfeng ignored his words, opened her palms, and the sharp blade whirled in her hands, cutting towards Feisheng.
Feisheng looked at the approaching sharp blade, his expression changed with shock, and he immediately retreated.
No wonder so many people died at the hands of Luo Qingfeng, and no one could come back.
It turns out that she knows the killer's assassination skills, and even
Feisheng suppressed the anxiety in his heart, he felt like he was going crazy.
He actually thought that the legitimate daughter of a small family knew more about the art of assassination than he did.
Luo Qingfeng looked at the whirling sharp blade, immediately grabbed it, and then slashed it towards Feisheng's neck.
The spiritual power in Feisheng's body rolled, and an invisible force spread out, blocking Luo Qingfeng's attack in front of him.
Looking at the approaching move, he didn't frown, and there was even a bit of displeasure between his brows.
He is very dignified and ranks among the top three killers. In terms of assassination skills, he was actually suppressed by the person he wanted to kill.
Because of this, I still have to use my spiritual power
What a shame
Looking at Luo Qingfeng with his eyes, Feisheng approached and approached Luo Qingfeng.
The cold red lips parted lightly, showing a bit of frost.
The indifferent words were lowered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"Luo Qingfeng, you are a killer"
Killer.
After hearing these two words, Luo Qingfeng looked at Feisheng, with murderous intent flashing deep in his eyes.