Zhang Feng scared off a Carlos, but he didn't feel relieved. He carefully told Dong Xiaodao not to relax his defenses. Finally, he asked: "Small knife, your cultivation is still the pinnacle of the seventh product?"
Dong Xiaodao blushed, lowered his head and said: "Sect master, the subordinates are not working hard enough, please punish the sect master."
"What are you doing?" Zhang Feng let out a laugh, "I mean, do you feel stuck, your true qi is no longer improving, physical, agility, perception, and even strength are still improving?"
Upon hearing this, Dong Xiaodao immediately raised his head and said earnestly: "Return to the sect master, the subordinates do feel this way. The most obvious thing is that my sword is faster!"
He also uses double knives. The two knives are hidden on the back. The short knives are easy to hide.
Zhang Feng asked him because he saw Carlos’s double swords and encountered Dong Xiaodao. Then he remembered the problem of Dong Xiaodao’s cultivation base. In the eyes of the great master, the cultivation base of the seventh-rank martial artist was not at all. Ways to cover up.
"really!"
Zhang Feng stretched out his hand and patted Dong Xiaodao’s shoulder, and said in a deep voice: “You need a battle, a battle of life and death, oppression with the fear of death, and then use the survival instinct to stimulate your potential, so that you have the hope of breakthrough. Otherwise, You will be stuck at the pinnacle of Rank 7 for the rest of your life."
Among the martial artists, the 7th and 8th ranks are a watershed. The 7th rank can barely be regarded as a master, but it is still a big step away from the real master. Once a breakthrough is made, the road ahead will become much broader.
Of course, the difficulty of breaking from the eighth rank to the ninth rank is not as big as usual. It took Zhang Feng five years to completely resolve the hostility in his chest before he could break through.
As for breaking through the realm of masters, chance is more important...
"The master!" Dong Xiaodao knelt on the ground with a thump, and was about to kowtow to be held by Zhang Feng with his hand.
His face was full of excitement, and he resisted without shouting, and said loudly: "Please give me this chance!"
Before Zhang Feng made a sound, the corner of Lang Shuai's mouth was about to go to the sky, and he couldn't help groaning.
Compared to others, Lang Shuai is the kind of extraordinary talent. For him, it didn't take much effort to break through the eighth rank.
"Sect Master, would you like me to try?"
Lang Shuai said with a chuckle, with an uneasy expression on his face.
The eighth rank warrior against the seventh rank is basically crushing, unless the opponent holds
There are firearms and other hot weapons, or the eighth rank underestimate the enemy.
"This is a good way." Zhang Feng nodded happily, stood up with Dong Xiaodao, and patted him on the shoulder, "It just happens that there is no one in this place. You two will compete here. The little wolf must do its best, and the knife is the same. "
Dong Xiaodao was extremely excited. He raised his jacket and slew it on the spot. He drew out two short knives with two sighs, and put on an attacking posture against Lang Shuai.
"The sect master, don't take you to nickname casually like this!" Lang Shuai was about to cry with a bitter expression on his face.
Zhang Feng was not the first person to call him "Little Wolf". When others shouted, he would go crazy and fight each other until the other party no longer dared to shout, Zhang Feng shouted...
He didn't dare to do it, and he didn't have the ability to do it.
"Knife, do it!"
Zhang Feng ignored Lang Shuai's words, let out a low growl, and jumped onto the wall to watch the battle condescendingly.
"kill!"
Dong Xiaodao let out a low growl, raised the knife and rushed towards Lang Shuai. For a moment, the light of the knife flickered and it was cold, and a knife was faster than a knife. It was almost impossible to see how many hands and knives he had.
Lang Shuai felt uncomfortable, and hurriedly backed away to avoid the sharp knife attack.
Dong Xiao's knife was reasonable and unforgiving, and a swish light of the knife shrouded in the past.
"Fuck, it's true, I fought back!"
Lang Shuai's character escaped, and he didn't take it seriously at the beginning. Seeing Dong Xiaodao's sword technique getting more and more ruthless, the sword ignored his own vitals, and his anger also rose.
He jumped back and jumped out for more than three meters, and with a scream, he also drew out his weapon-a flute about half a meter in length, glowing with silver light all over.
"At the headquarters, I have a nickname called Yindi Scholar!" Lang Shuai began to pretend to be forceful, and put on a chic posture.
However, Dong Xiaodao didn't pay attention to these at all. He glanced at Lang Shuai's weapon, and then jumped on it. For a while, the light of the knife was scattered like snow flakes.
"I'm going, don't take you like this. The fight must have an opening, otherwise there will be no chance to pretend to be cool!" Lang Shuai dodged in embarrassment, calling out loudly.
Seeing this, Zhang Feng on the fence frowned, "From now on, neither of you can make a sound!"
Dong Xiaodao didn't respond, and instead attacked Lang Shuai with his head sullenly, and Lang Shuai's face was blushing, and he didn't make a fight when he didn't have a chance to pretend not to say anything. It was uncomfortable.
The two fought for a few rounds.
Gradually beginning to gain the upper hand, the silver flute in his hand was like a dagger, and he actually used swordsmanship.
What is even more surprising is that whenever Lang Shuai makes a move, his flute will make a strange sound. Zhang Feng will feel a kind of upset when he hears it. Dong Xiaodao, who is closer, has a fierce expression on his face. .
"Knife, attack him down!" Zhang Feng said aloud.
Dong Xiaodao didn't hesitate to choose to believe it, bowing his waist, it was a few dollars to follow Lang Shuai's third path.
Lang Shuai hadn't tried his best, just like playing a monkey. Zhang Feng saw that the basic skills of the next game were insufficient, and he was directly told of his weaknesses. For a while, he was very embarrassed to avoid.
With a knife, Xiao Lang Shuai almost ran away from home.
"My Nima, are you real?" Lang Shuai was shocked in a cold sweat and couldn't help cursing.
Dong Xiaodao obeyed Zhang Feng's order, without saying a word, and continued to attack. The three swords struck him, and he rushed to the little brother Langshuai.
"Fuck, I'm fighting with you!"
Lang Shuai was furious and let out a low growl. The silver flute was like a javelin, and it quickly pierced Dong Xiaodao's heart.
This move directly forced Dong Xiaodao to withdraw and retreat, otherwise his heart would be pierced by the silver flute.
Next, the scene was completely reversed, Lang Shuai's tricks were ruthless, and Dong Xiaodao who forced him had only room to defend, and within 30 seconds he began to pant.
"I told you to cut off your children and grandchildren, do it!"
With a grin, Lang Shuai let out a short knife that Dong Xiaodao used to defend, and the silver flute turned into a silver snake. In the flash, he went straight to Dong Xiaodao**.
I didn't keep my hands at all...
Seeing that Dong Xiaodao was about to say goodbye to the rest of his life.
At the moment of his death, Dong Xiaodao glared fiercely, "Roar!" With a roar, regardless of his own vitals, his backhand was a stab, and he slashed at Lang Shuai's neck with extreme fierceness. The knife was so fierce that it even caused tearing air. Sonic boom.
This is to die together.
Lang Shuai had no chance to scream. He was shocked by the opponent's aura, and even forgot to change his defense, staring blankly at the knife slashing towards his neck.
"Dang!" The metal strike sounded, and a short knife flew into the air.
Lang Shuai turned his head instinctively, and saw a thumb-long knife in Zhang Feng's hand, blocking Dong Xiaodao's offensive with an upward movement.
"The master... awesome!"
(End of this chapter)