Under Zhang Feng's guidance, Dong Xiaodao stabilized his emotions, and immediately used two short knives to make a double strike, went straight to the place near the wall on the north side of the corridor in the dense smoke, and stabbed it downward.
This "double kill and twist" is a killer move in the night wind sword technique of the dark night gate. It can attack any one of the upper, middle, and lower roads. Because it is a double knife, even if the opponent blocks a knife, It is also difficult to block another knife.
Moreover, the knife was stabbed obliquely, and it is easy to leave a foot-long, one-inch deep wound on the opponent's body. A hit on the road is the neck. It is fatal on the spot. If it hits the abdomen, it can directly open the person's belly, even if it hits. The legs cannot cut off the opponent's ligaments.
Amidst the thick smoke, the blade wind was dazzling, causing the thick smoke to roll.
And Andrew, who was attacked, had the heart to scold his mother at this time.
He couldn't figure it out. What he threw out was a smoke bomb comparable to tear gas, and the smoke was denser. In a narrow place like a corridor, it could completely block the line of sight.
How did Zhang Feng know that he was on the north side of the corridor
I can't figure it out!
He didn't have a chance to think too much. Dong Xiaodao's attack arrived, and the wind invaded his body. He stepped back quickly, relying on his tyrannical physique, and avoided the attack.
However, the distance between the two sides was shortened, and Dong Xiaodao could already see the vague shadow.
However, the dense smoke has a strong tear-gas effect, and the short-term attack caused severe pain in his eyes. Tears flowed across his eyes. He closed his eyes and immediately lost his target.
"Made, what kind of ghost smoke?" Dong Xiaodao cursed.
Zhang Feng's calm and steady voice came again: "Two meters ahead of the right, Randao Wu!"
This is another ultimate move in the night wind sword technique.
Hearing this, Dong Xiaodao was determined in his heart, grinning and teething, brandishing two short knives, and rushing to the right front as if he was crazy.
The two short knives waved like splashing water, and the wind of the sword brought a part of the thick smoke away, revealing Andrew's figure.
"Wats, uh, send the card!" Andrew screamed in surprise.
He still couldn't understand, and when he stepped back, why did Zhang Feng know where he was hiding
I don't have time to think about it. I don't hide anymore. Two knives slash them over, and they are chopped into dumpling stuffing every minute.
Not daring to fight back, Andrew took two steps back, rolled on the spot, and rolled in again.
Thick smoke.
"Don't run if you have the ability!"
Dong Xiaodao's eyes were red, and tears were all over his face. If the smoke was not too irritating, he would definitely stare at Andrew, no matter what kind of master the opponent is, he would cut it first.
It's a pity that he closed his eyes and lost Andrew again.
"Despicable!"
Annoyed, he yelled.
"Left, rain knife!"
Zhang Feng's rapid roar came.
Dong Xiaodao was shocked, his eyes couldn't stand the irritation, he simply closed his eyes and made a fierce knife towards the left.
This knife, called "Broyu Knife", is also a trick in the Yefeng Sword Technique. It is fast and ruthless. It is a trick to counterattack in a sneak attack. Cut in half, and then separate the body and head on the spot.
The dark night gate has been passed down for thousands of years, martial arts, and profound background.
Andrew was about to sneak attack from the thick smoke. Two daggers stabbed Dong Xiao's ribs silently, and he would succeed in another second. As a result...
Hearing Zhang Feng's shout, he almost yelled at him.
Are you the devil? Have the magic eye to see through the essence of things
Can't figure it out, why does Zhang Feng know where he is
A series of questions made him almost nervous.
For the sake of his life, he chose to avoid it for the first time. He leaned back and watched Dong Xiaodao's knife, passing it over his nose.
I was shocked in a cold sweat instantly.
"China is the hell of warriors!"
Andrew lost control of his emotions and yelled.
"Ghost thorn!"
Zhang Feng's voice followed from the thick smoke.
Hearing the words, Dong Xiaodao, who closed his eyes and attacked, lowered his right hand without hesitation, and sprang out from under his left rib with a short knife. The poisonous dragon came out of the cave with great power.
Where did Andrew think of a mere guard who could use such a subtle trick, caught off guard, hurriedly rolled sideways to the side.
With a puff, the tight night clothes were cut open, and blood gushed out.
Andrew fell to the ground, and when he reappeared, he was already standing outside the thick smoke. An astonishing wound appeared on the lower edge of his right rib. The flesh turned over and the injury was not light.
"I won't come to China in this life!"
Really panicked, he ran without hesitation, if he had wings, he could be
The field flies.
"Sect Master, chase or not?"
Before the smoke cleared, Dong Xiaodao closed his eyes and still had tears on his face. He suffered too much. He didn't want to let the enemy go, and he couldn't leave his post without permission, so he was very aggrieved.
"Three people, go after it. The other's eighth-grade cultivation base is injured. You should be careful. Give me the injured brother!"
Hearing Zhang Feng's calm voice, Dong Xiaodao immediately held a pair of knives and compared it with a fist, and said loudly, "Here!"
This is an ancient etiquette, which can only be used by the introductory disciples of Anyemen Zhanzitang.
Afterwards, the sound of waving clothes sounded in the corridor, and the two companions of Dong Xiaodao used their coats to disperse the dense smoke, and the three immediately chased out in the direction of Andrew's escape.
Zhang Feng's figure walked out of the ward, squatted beside the injured disciple, and immediately covered the wound on his neck with his hand.
"Don't worry, the carotid artery is not injured, the vein is broken, just a small operation."
"The sect master... I am ashamed of Zhanzitang..."
The injured disciple's face was pale, and he didn't know whether he was crying because of the smoke, or he was ashamed because he was injured by the attack.
"What shame, that assassin is an eighth-grade cultivation base, and facing you head-on is not his opponent. Heal his injuries and go for a period of incubation. I am waiting to see your results!"
Zhang Feng softly comforted with a gentle smile on his face.
The disciple blinked gratefully, and tears came out again.
Not long afterwards, the hospital’s security and doctors all rushed to pick up the injured disciple. Zhang Feng washed his hands in the bathroom of the ward, looked at himself in the mirror, and muttered: “I’ve said that I’m going to protect me. People are here. ?"
At this moment, Ye Qingxuan walked in and said with a look of fear: "Zhang Feng, isn't that brother's injury okay?"
She feels a little guilty when others protect herself from injury.
Zhang Feng turned and smiled: "He is a disciple of the Dark Yemen, and his duty is to spare his life. Similarly, other people in the Dark Yemen will also spare their lives to protect him. Love is priceless, and we never care about it. Those who are alive will take care of the families of the dead."
It's plain speaking, but the dark night gate stands for thousands of years, relying on unity, which is also the purpose of the dark night gate.
Ye Qingxuan nodded ignorantly. There are some things that can't be just imagined.
(End of this chapter)