"Ah?!" Fu Yunge almost stopped breathing when he saw it. He was so dangerous and elegant that he was so surprised that he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
Feiyan is truly like the rain-proof Feiyan. Even though the sound blades are emerging one after another, he can still cope with them with ease. It was as if the sound blade was all illusion, and he was flying alone in the sky, like an elegant butterfly.
"Oh, Niubi, you can actually play like this?" Le Xuanxing was equally dumbfounded by this unique and unparalleled movement technique.
What surprised him even more was that he no longer retreated, passing through the waves of sound, and slowly came towards him!
Seeing that all his attacks were dodged by him, Le Xuanxing did not dare to sit still and wait for death, but changing the instrument at this moment was tantamount to exposing the door of death to the opponent, so he had to hug Yuxi Lengquan tightly and pluck the strings more and more intensely.
Layers of sound waves like water waves flew out of his hands. However, at this critical moment, Le Xuanxing suddenly felt his breath stagnating!
As if his whole body was depleted, Le Xuanxing felt that the energy in his meridians had never been so empty.
Like a spring that has stopped flowing, the power of Le Xuanxing's uninterrupted moves suddenly diminished greatly. Yinlu's voice suddenly weakened, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The person in front of him was getting closer and closer to him!
He tried to adjust the power of Qi Hai again, but to his surprise, he didn't expect that at some point, all the Qi Hai's true energy had been exhausted!
Unable to continue, watching the lurker slowly lift the rapier, his breathing became more and more tense!
Fu Yunge, who was on the ground, also noticed something strange about Le Xuanxing. Looking at the situation over there, he couldn't help shouting: "You are holding back your ultimate move! Stop inking, do you want to die?"
Le Xuanxing was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. As for Fu Yunge, as a person involved, could he not understand?
But...why did his energy from this battle drain away so quickly? It was so fast that he... couldn't believe it!
The more anxious I become, the more out of tune the strings in my hands become. However, without the blessing of true energy, he would really become a piano player. How could he have any power at all?
The divergent rhythm and power are all gone. Only the sound of the piano was pleasant, but no sound blades were seen to regenerate.
All its power was lost, and the moves in the air gradually faded away. The lurker simply walked down, slowly extended his sword blade, and walked towards him step by step.
Le Xuanxing looked at him with bright eyes while playing the piano: "..."
"You're still playing music, why are you playing so hard!" Fu Yunge looked even more anxious than him, "Is this a talent show? Hey! Come on, hit him with the head of the piano!"
At this moment, the lurker had arrived in front of him.
Cold sweat could not stop flowing on Le Xuanxing's face. Seeing the lurker coming, he slowly raised his head with a sincere smile...
The lurker looked at him with disdain between his eyebrows.
In an instant, his wrist flicked! The thin sword pointed at his chest and quickly flashed several silver flowers!
Then, several "puff" sounds passed by. Pieces of clothing on Le Xuanxing's chest were torn and fell to the ground.
Fu Yunge's eyes widened: "Hey!!"
I saw that after the clothes were torn, a yellow cloth bag slowly fell out. The lurker reached out and took it in his hand.
Le Xuanxing was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe. If the sword edge had penetrated a few inches deeper, several holes would have been poked through his heart.
However, the lurker did not do that. After putting away the things in the cloth bag, he turned around and said coldly: "It plays well, and it sounds pretty good."
"You, you, you, you..." Le Xuanxing naturally knew that this sentence was sarcastic, but as soon as he was out of danger, he was still incoherent.
I tried to stand up, but was still wobbly and a bit unsteady. Just then, he noticed a few thin scratches on his arms and shoulders.
These wounds, which are neither painful nor itchy, should be the injuries sustained when he was suppressed by the lurker just now.
Thinking of this, Le Xuanxing seemed to realize something, his face suddenly became very surprised, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg.
The lurker had achieved his goal and turned around to leave. Le Xuanxing raised his hand, pointed at his back in disbelief and said, "You, are you..."
However, the lurker immediately turned around. He put his index finger up to his mouth, which was covered with black gauze, and made a silencing gesture.
"I won't kill you, and you won't reveal my identity. It's a fair deal, and I'll see you again someday."
With Youyou's words, the man instantly jumped onto the treetops, and with a few light leaps, he had already flown to an unreachable distance. Fu Yunge reluctantly stood up, but when he looked again he could no longer be found.
"Huhu..." After lying on the ground for a while, the ice and fire energy in Fu Yunge's body gradually subsided. He slowly walked towards Lexuan, only to see him still standing there, looking into the distance.
"Hey, stop looking, everyone is gone." Fu Yunge stepped forward and pushed his chest.
Le Xuanxing's palms were sweating, and when Fu Yunge pushed him, he almost lost his grip on the pipa. He shook his head and sighed to himself: "It's bad, now the matter is serious. But my senior brother's house was robbed, but I don't know where it is."
Fu Yunge ignored his rambling words, but was very curious about the situation of the battle just now: "By the way, what happened to you? The situation was obviously very good, why did you suddenly lose strength?"
To onlookers, the situation in the battle just now was indeed strange for Le Xuanxing. It was clear that Mankong was full of killing moves, but he who had the upper hand suddenly seemed to be deprived of his power, which was equivalent to being directly disarmed.
Even now, Fu Yunge could see that Le Xuanxing's strength was declining, his physical strength was low, and he seemed very tired.
Le Xuanxing came back to his senses, thought about how to explain, and then stretched out his arms to show Fu Yunge.
"It's just these wounds. This is that guy's dirty trick. I'm so angry." His tone was weak, but he was still angry, breathing heavily and scolding.
Fu Yunge checked his arm and saw a few minor scars. Logically speaking, such a level is nothing to a martial artist, but thinking of the strange changes in the battle situation, Fu Yunge couldn't tolerate his disbelief.
"This guy has a unique dirty trick... uh, yes, it's a dirty trick." Le Xuanxing ignored Fu Yunge's eyes and continued, "He can stab people with a sword and let the true energy in others pass through. The wound secretly leaks out, yes, it's the same as popping a balloon, just not so fast." After a pause, Le Xuanxing added, "This is also his special skill."
"Really... so magical?" Fu Yunge heard him talk, which was an eye-opener. He had never heard of such an ability.
Le Xuanxing curled his lips and said, "Who knows where he learned this dirty and dishonest behavior. I just fell for his trick at the beginning and didn't notice it for a long time. In the end, it ended up like this before I was cool enough."
