The two stood in a stalemate, waiting for the moment when each other's flaws were revealed. No one dared to act rashly. One was Suomen’s Tibetan-style sword, and the other was a solo elite of the Hundred Slashes. Anyone who is carelessly will lose his reputation. In the distance, Dai Junchou and others saw the real face of Lightning Mink for the first time. The final big explosion revealed the face of Lightning Mink, and the faces full of screw holes and knife marks made people shudder. Especially with the lack of a large piece of the bridge of the nose, there must be a story about a fierce battle. It is obvious that the protagonist of the story has survived tenaciously. There is inherent arrogance in Lightning Mink's eyes. He is a descendant of Liu Jiu, he was born in a family of martial arts, he is a solo killer king, and he has proud capital.
There is always a harmless baby face on Zang Feng's face, and he is always smiling and squinting. This is just a highly skilled disguise technique. The red blade is painted black by him, and it is usually shrunk in the sleeve. It really lives up to the name of Tibetan front. If such a person walks on the street, I am afraid that no one would think of him. It's Suomen's golden swordsman. Cang Feng's hands were very clean and slender, not like the hands of the swordsman in the general impression. The knife man's hands are rough and knotted, and there is the blood of the enemy on the handle of the knife. He has to drink the strongest wine, sing the loudest song, ride the most beautiful horse, and marry the most beautiful girl. It is a pity that Zang Feng is best at Zang Feng, his hands are delicate and soft, his knife is exceptionally clean, he doesn't drink, he is not, he is a killer, what the killer wants is to be famous all over the world without showing a trace.
The two stood in a stalemate from the sun just west to dusk. Zang Feng was waiting, his sword intent disappeared when he waited, as if standing behind him was not a killer holding a magic weapon but a passer-by who hurriedly walked by. No one would care about the whereabouts of a stranger, if it was a lightning mink. Slightly slack, he will surely insert a Kunwu knife firmly in his back. The sunlight was no longer intense, and slowly became reddish. Both of them squinted shallowly to prevent the sunlight from affecting their vision. The setting sun finally sank completely from Lightning Mink's shoulders, leaving Cang Feng's opportunity!
At this moment, Zang Feng waited for an afternoon. He was short in stature and stood behind Lightning Sable. The two stood facing west. In this way, there was always a moment when Lightning Sable had to face the sun because he couldn't see the sun. This is the moment waiting! It is this detail that the masters are fighting over!
Cang Feng's knife was not murderous, no anger, there was no sound at the moment when Cang Feng kicked the ground, and there was no extra action. The distance of ten steps was an instant, the Kunwu knife had already touched the back of Lightning Mink! The killer's knife has no routines, only the fastest, the most hate, and the most stable. What is being tested at this moment is not martial arts tactics. The contest between killers has long forgotten their moves. Every part of the body is a weapon. Returning to the most primitive survival instinct of mankind is the best move, because living is the killer. The greatest wish.
Lightning Mink was like an eye in the back of his head, relying on the exploration of the breath to accurately produce the knife, without a trace, and tightly sealed the Zang Feng's blade. He was also waiting, waiting for the opponent to make the move first, only in this way could he turn around without revealing any flaws, because his left hand used the knife. The left hand knife sealed Kun Wu's ultimate move, and Wuhen on the right hand made a push at the moment of turning, and he was about to cut off the fingers of Zang Feng holding the handle of the knife. This one turned around to take into account both offense and defense, after all, it did not leave an opportunity for the enemy to take advantage of.
"It turns out that your Wuhen knife can be turned into a two-handed knife." Kunwu knife flipped a grid and firmly held Wuhen on the left and right hands. The two people seemed to be struggling through the invisible air. The danger can only be known on the spot.
After all, Kunwu is still visible, but Wuhen has always been a legend. Zang Feng currently has seven of his ten moves. It is not that he is at a disadvantage. How long, how profitable, and how strong this invisible Wuhen is. Still unknown. Not to mention anything else, if this Wuhen knife had three feet, it wouldn't have to be compared by itself. It's an iron rule that one inch is strong and one inch is strong. However, few people can get too much internal force out of the body. According to Zang Feng's inference, Wuhen will not be very long.
Zang Feng quickly discovered an important detail, or a habit of Lightning Mink. Every time I crossed his blades and made a clanging sound, Lightning Mink always shook his wrist intentionally or unintentionally, and then continued to attack. Is this just a habitual action, or is this the weakness of Wuhendao? Zang Feng decided to give it a try.
Lightning Mink recruited an attack, leaving only three points to protect himself, but the Tibetan forward in front of him didn't seem to be keen on attacking himself. Unknowingly, his own actions slowed down. After all, the offensive side always consumes more. Physical strength, not to mention maintaining a traceless knife. However, his movements have just been slowed by three points. The offensive on the opposite side suddenly became fierce, and he attacked his lower abdomen with three consecutive swords. After all, the left-handed sword was not flexible enough, and he was only able to open Kunwu. Kun Wu hit hard!
"Open!" Zang Feng seemed to be desperate. The knife shook his own wrists with a faint pain. The staggered figures of the two people slugged and dispersed quickly. A trace of doubt flashed across Lightning Mink's face, but Zang Feng found it. Own answer. Sure enough, his Wuhen is not indestructible. Every time after the knife is set, according to the strength of my Kunwu, Wuhen knife must be repaired and shaped again. The length of time is just proportional to my strength. This is the secret of your Wuhen Knife. As for the length of the Wuhen Knife, it should be no more than three inches based on the actions of the Lightning Sable. His own Kunwu is exactly one foot. When the two stabbing each other, the Lightning Sable always protects him first. This shows that he treats himself. The swordsman is not confident. Inferring from the speed at that time, three inches should be the limit of his sword length, but Wuhen can change the size arbitrarily within three inches, which is also a trouble. It seems that you have to plan carefully.
"Weird, why didn't you see him using this non-marking knife just now when we were confronted?" It was Ryoko who was talking. Now Dou Muqi has returned to normal under Jing Muyan's sage, although he cannot be injured. The enemy, acting freely is finally unharmed.
"His Wuhen Knife should be the result of the condensation of true energy. According to my inference, this person has reached the state of refining God and returning to the Void, one level higher than you and me." Dou Mu Hao wiped his sweat while watching. Fighting in the field. "As for his non-marking knife, I analyze that if I want to sacrifice this knife, it must take a long preparation time. The condensing of true qi cannot be achieved in a moment. Although you and I have a first glimpse of the realm of god refinement, but a few grains of rice are condensed. No matter how strong he is, he can’t send and receive the Wuhen knife as he pleases.” Doumu Hao's research on martial arts has almost reached the point of obsessiveness, Ryoko is different, he I am obsessed with food and wine.
"Well, it's advantageous. The two of us attacked as soon as we went up, and he didn't have the chance to condense into a knife when we attacked and defended. The smoke formed by the explosion just now provided him with the best protective umbrella, which gave him a chance. Sacrifice this Wuhen." Liangzi watched the desperate contest between the two killers, "I wonder if the master of Suomen has discovered any information now?"