Yin Qi also said calmly: "I want to see how powerful your Black Iron Sword that surpasses the Emperor-level artifact is?"
Liu Feng also seemed to want to see Yin Qi's strength. At least Yin Qi seemed confident that he could kill Liu Feng with one blow. However, Liu Feng didn't seem to realize that he had such strength. Perhaps the strength of a true master could not be seen by others.
At this time, Yin Qi also had a long sword in his hand. He stretched the sword horizontally, and a burst of coldness instantly hit him. Liu Feng did not expect that Yin Qi was practicing the extreme cold skill.
Yin Qi said coldly: "Any obedient person would be killed with one strike of my sword, but I want to torture you!"
“Whoosh!”
The long sword in Yin Qi's hand suddenly stabbed out horizontally at an extremely fast speed, so fast that it was somewhat unexpected. Liu Feng only felt a gust of wind passing by, and the long sword had already appeared in front of him.
"Why don't you fight back?" Yin Qi pointed at the sword and said calmly.
The long sword was only a millimeter away from Liu Feng's face. Yin Qi's strength was just right. The distance between the long sword and Liu Feng's face was a reflection of his profound swordsmanship. Liu Feng was not unwilling to counterattack, but he did not have time to do so. The speed of Yin Qi's sword made Liu Feng dumbfounded. However, Liu Feng did not even blink but said calmly: "Why don't you stab me directly?"
"If you don't fight back, don't struggle, and don't show fear, what's the point of killing you with just one sword?" Yin Qi's pale face was filled with gloom and evil.
Liu Feng seemed somewhat glad that he did not take action. Yin Qi's speed was indeed difficult for him to cope with. And this might not be Yin Qi's only strength. Don't forget that he is also the successor of the Emperor of Weapons.
Liu Feng pushed the long sword pointed at him away and laughed, "Your swordsmanship is indeed advanced for ordinary people, but in my opinion, it's just fancy moves. Why don't you show your real skills?"
"What?" Yin Qi suddenly frowned. He seemed to hate others looking down on him the most. However, Liu Feng repeatedly poured cold water on him. Yin Qi's fists were clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound. He said viciously, "As long as you can take my sword, I will let you go."
"I've already said that I don't want to fight with you!" Liu Feng took a few steps back and said calmly, "If you can take my flying knife, I will give you the most precious thing in my body!"
"Flying knife?" Yin Qi looked at Liu Feng with disdain for a long time and then nodded, "Come on, don't regret it this time."
Liu Feng nodded and said, "A gentleman's word is as good as gold." As he spoke, a flying knife appeared in his hand. The tiny flying knife seemed to have life in his hand. As the flying knife spun, it even created a strong wind. At this time, Yin Qi suddenly closed his eyes.
"Closed his eyes? He actually closed his eyes and caught my flying knife?" Liu Feng looked a little unbelievable. How could someone close his eyes to throw a flying knife, but how could someone close his eyes to catch a flying knife? Wasn't he courting death
Liu Feng was puzzled and asked: "What do you mean by closing your eyes?"
Yin Qi said: "Isn't it the best way to catch a flying knife to close your eyes?"
(End of this chapter)