Indeed, the best way to catch a flying knife is to close your eyes. Closing your eyes means that no matter how Liu Feng's flying knife changes, it will have no effect on Yin Qi. He only needs to catch the flying knife at the moment it touches his body.
Only then did Liu Feng realize that Yin Qi was the true master he had met in the spiritual world so far, and he was not someone he could fool; however, Liu Feng did not know that this master often has his most fatal weakness. Perhaps Yin Qi was indeed a genius in terms of strength, but he seemed like an idiot in some things. For example, he actually believed that Liu Feng really had a weapon that was more powerful than the emperor-level weapon.
Liu Feng stood quietly but never shot the flying knife in his hand.
Yin Qi closed his eyes and asked calmly: "What are you hesitating about?"
Liu Feng did not answer, but was thinking, if the flying knife was to be shot from behind Yin Qi in disguise, would Yin Qi be able to catch it with his eyes closed
"Damn it, never mind, just shoot it out first!" While thinking, the flying knife in Liu Feng's hand suddenly rose up. A strong wind passed by, and the flying knife drew a beautiful arc. This arc was obviously too large. When the flying knife fell, it had already come behind Yin Qi. Several water elements instantly gushed out of the tip of the knife, which also completed the transformation of the flying knife.
Liu Feng also revealed a smug smile when the flying knife was about to be redirected and shot straight at Yin Qi's back. However, something unexpected happened again. Liu Feng did not see when Yin Qi turned around. The flying knife was firmly clamped between his two fingers. Yin Qi turned around and said lightly: "I caught it. Can you fulfill your promise?"
Liu Feng shook his head and seemed a little unbelievable, but as he said, a gentleman's word is as good as gold, so he must hand over the most precious thing on him.
"As for me, I have two most precious treasures on me. One is this black iron sword, and the other is my flying knife."
Yin Qi glanced at the black iron sword in Liu Feng's hand and said, "Why don't you take out your flying knife and let us see it?"
Liu Feng took out the black iron flying knife that Liang Qianxun gave him from the magic ring. The flying knife was much smaller than the black iron sword, but they were also made of black iron.
Yin Qi couldn't help but frown and said viciously: "Are you kidding me?"
Liu Feng said: "I am not kidding you. I will not give you this Black Iron Sword and Black Iron Flying Knife even if you use an imperial-level artifact to exchange them with me!"
"Why? Is there really something special about it?" Yin Qi was a little skeptical, but he still seemed to believe that there was something hidden in the black iron sword and the black iron flying knife that he didn't know about. After all, the world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders.
Liu Feng shook his head and said, "To be honest, there is nothing special about this black iron flying knife and black iron sword. They are just gifts from my beloved!"
"What? Are you really kidding me?" Yin Qi was also furious, and the whole surroundings suddenly became cold.
Liu Feng said disdainfully: "You don't have a loved one, so you won't understand what is the most precious thing. You won't have a loved one if you continue like this. Come on, kill me. Your hundreds of years of cultivation are indeed better than mine, but so what? I don't care. I sympathize with you and understand you..."
"You?" Yin Qi was even more stunned. Liu Feng's words were indeed a blow to him, but more importantly, they touched his heart. After hundreds of years in the Misty Forbidden Land, he seemed to have felt very lonely. A beloved was a dream and a luxury for him.
Gnashing his teeth, Yin Qi pointed the long sword in his hand out again, and at this moment, the god of death was actually getting closer and closer to Liu Feng.
(End of this chapter)