Facing A Fei's lightning-fast throat-sealing sword, the man in green shirt suddenly seemed to understand something, and there was a strong look of pity and guilt in his eyes.
But after all, he is a martial arts master of the generation. Although he is quite uneasy in his heart, his movements almost based on the instinct of a warrior are not slow at all.
The man in green shirt was still sitting in the chair, and the right hand in his sleeve was raised up suddenly, and the two fingers of the index finger came first, avoiding the sharp edge of the "Rose Sword", and struck accurately on the side spine of the sword.
This seemingly light finger contains power comparable to that of a heavy hammer wielded by an invincible warrior on the battlefield. Moreover, it is concentrated and explodes within a small area, and its power is extremely terrifying.
If another person had received this blow, his sword would have been broken and he would have been completely defeated.
Fortunately, Ah Fei has Hu Long as his sparring partner, and has long been accustomed to his powerful skills and inhuman brute force, and even figured out some countermeasures on his own.
When he sensed the terror of the man in green's finger, he turned around without thinking to release the force, turned his back to the opponent and drew his sword with his backhand.
When he just turned around, while releasing his force, he also borrowed a little of the opponent's finger power and integrated it into the second sword, making the sword force three points faster and still stabbing the opponent's throat.
There was a look of approval on the face of the man in green shirt, and the two fingers of his right hand moved only inches in front of him, and still hit the spine of the "Rose Sword" just right.
Ah Fei once again gave up his strength and used his own strength. As he was turning around, he thrust out a sword from his armpit. Not only was the sword's force strange, but the speed of the sword was also increased by another three points, and it still stabbed the opponent's throat.
"Good swordsmanship!"
The man in green shirt sighed in admiration, and his fingers were like the most diligent bird, treating A Fei's long sword as a small insect. No matter which direction he came from, he could always peck it accurately.
A Fei was originally a martial arts genius. In his daily battles with Hu Yuan, he naturally absorbed the essence of his Qinggong and body techniques and integrated them with what he had learned.
At this moment, he used his Qinggong to his fullest, floating around like a ghost within a few feet in front of the man in green shirt.
The shuriken is different from the swordsmanship of any sect in the world. It completely abandons the basic techniques of cutting, cutting, lifting and chopping, leaving only one "stab" style.
However, this "stab" can be used in endless variations by him. Regardless of the direction, angle, or any part of the body, he can stab the throat with a fast and ruthless sword.
Everyone in the hall only saw the vermilion sword shadow in the sky, which was dizzying, but they could hear the soft chi chi in the air. In the span of ten or so breaths, Ah Fei had stabbed the man in green shirt ninety-nine and eighty-one times. sword.
"That's it, that's it!"
The man in green shirt had figured out the details of A Fei. He was filled with praise and at the same time had no intention of fighting anymore. He let out a sigh, opened and closed his two fingers, and held the "Rose Sword" that had stabbed his throat between his fingers.
With his level of cultivation, the force of his two fingers was like two mountains coming together. There was no way A Fei could pull out the sword.
Unexpectedly, Ah Fei gave up this rare magic weapon without hesitation. He stretched out the two fingers of his right hand like a sword, and with the swiftness and sharpness of the sword in his hand, he stabbed the blue-shirted man in the throat for the eighth time. Twelve swords.
Seeing how stubborn this child was, the man in green shirt couldn't help but feel a huge headache.
It was easy for him to subdue Ah Fei, but seeing the coldness and stubbornness on Ah Fei's face that looked like the man in his memory, he couldn't take action against him.
Seeing that A Fei's sword finger stabbed again, the man in green shirt had no choice but to cast a spell to resolve it, but saw that his sword force suddenly became weak, and then he fell forward uncontrollably.
"child!"
The man in green shirt was shocked and hurriedly dropped the long sword between his fingers. He opened his arms to hold Ah Fei in his arms, only to find that his body was completely unable to move and he could only stare at him viciously with a pair of wolf-like eyes.
He instantly understood what had happened, and turned to look at the man in white next to him, with a slight hint of reproach in his eyes: "Brother, how could you..."
The man in white said with a smile: "Brother, don't blame me. I think my eldest nephew is just like my sister. He has a stubborn temper that even nine cows can't control, so I use some small means to calm him down so that you can have a good time with him, brother." Let’s talk about it…Niubi, you are seeking death!”
Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed color, and he let out a loud shout. He ejected from the seat, spread the five fingers of his right hand, and grabbed Hu Huan's head in the hall as he fell.
Hu Yuan clearly saw that the grasp was extremely powerful, but he always maintained his posture of standing motionless with his hands behind his back.
Li Xun Huan was shocked when he saw this, and subconsciously wanted to stop the attack of the man in white, but his mother, who had moved to his side at some point, held her shoulders to stop him.
The man in white was about to land on Hu Long's head at the first glance, but his body in the air suddenly fell down like a swan goose hit by an arrow and collapsed on the ground. His limbs had no strength at all, and his eyes seemed to be stimulated in some way. Tears welled up.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the hall didn't know that he had fallen into Hu Long's plan, and they were all horrified for a moment.
You must know that this person is knowledgeable in all kinds of arts, and his achievements in the use of poisons are particularly great. Even the "Five Poison Boys" who have become notorious in the world in recent years are nothing compared to him.
Just now, he just used a few tricks to poison A Fei without anyone noticing, and it would not affect others in the same room.
Who would have expected that this retribution in this world would come so quickly? In the blink of an eye, Hu Long would "repay the other person in his own way." Also, without anyone noticing, he administered poison and knocked down this great master of poison. , and the same applies only to him.
"You idiot," the man in white, who was suddenly in tears, cursed weakly, "You actually recovered the strange poison 'Sorrow Breeze' that has been lost for hundreds of years?"
Hu Long said angrily: "It's ridiculous. The medicine you use to deal with poor Taoist disciples should be an imitation of this 'Sorrowful Breeze', but after all, it's a little less interesting."
While he was talking, he walked up to the man in green shirt, took out two small cotton balls and stuffed them into his nose. Then he took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, pulled out the stopper and put it into A Fei's nose.
A Fei's cold face suddenly showed an expression of extreme resistance, and he even shrank unconsciously into the arms of the man in green shirt, as if trying to stay away from the porcelain bottle in Hu Long's hand.
At first, the man in green shirt was a little confused as to why the child was acting like this. But when he asked about the indescribable smell coming from the porcelain bottle, he immediately understood the reason for his abnormal behavior.
Hu Dao, who had blocked his nose beforehand, laughed angrily and said: "A Fei, be good, just smell it and it will be fine. Since my master's antidote can cure the genuine 'Sorrowful Breeze', there should be no problem in dispelling the effects of the fake and inferior imitations." "
Ah Fei had no choice but to take a deep breath and inhale all the stench emanating from the porcelain bottle into his nasal cavity. The smell was so bad that his little face wrinkled up.
