Chapter 89 The first and the last
"Whoa!" Ye Jian Hanxing instantly appeared on Yi Xifeng's right hand.
"Follow the wind and turn the willow!" the young man shouted softly. As soon as Xing Laowu's condensed black sword light came into contact with the blade of Ye Jian, he felt the pulling force that he had encountered before.
The sword light also moved little by little to the right side of the fair boy, "Huh! Didn't your master tell you not to use the same move on the same person twice?" Xing Linlin roared in a hoarse voice.
Following Xing Laowu's low roar, his originally condensed sword light suddenly seemed to be alive, extending outwards with countless black tentacles, and wisps of black inner energy, constantly entangled around Yi Xifeng's Hanxing Sword.
The momentum that was constantly pulling the sword light to one side was also stopped.
"Bang!" The young man was forced to take the blow forcefully. Fortunately, he had strong physical strength and was able to control Ye Jian Hanxing from rebounding. However, the young man's thin figure was still sent flying several feet away.
Xing Laowu took advantage of the situation and attacked without giving the opponent any chance to breathe.
"Bafang Sword Curtain!" Yi Xifeng knelt on the ground with one knee, raising the Hanxing Sword in one hand, and whispered.
In just an instant, one hundred and twenty-eight white sword shadows erupted from the Hanxing Sword, surrounding the young man within a three-foot radius.
Xing Laowu's castration continued unabated, and he stabbed the fair-skinned young man who was squatting on the ground with a slash of his knife!
Yi Xifeng stared at the black sword light that was gradually approaching him. One hundred and twenty-eight sword shadows around him were always rotating at high speed around him.
Xing Laowu's sword light effortlessly broke through the outermost layer of the sword curtain in all directions, stabbing towards the young man like a broken bamboo.
Seeing that the sword light that had been struck by several sword shadows was still unabated, Xing Linlin chuckled and said: "Little kid, you are still too young and your ideas are too simple. With just a few sword shadows, I want to block your fifth master's attack. Knife? Hum, take your life!"
As he said that, Xing Laowu no longer hid his strength and started running the Life-Snatching Heaven Jue with all his strength. Just now, those tiny black tentacles appeared on the sword light again.
What Xing Laowu didn't notice was that as the white sword shadows intercepted the sword light, as they got closer and closer to Yi Xifeng, the sword shadows became more and more numerous and faster and faster.
Yi Xifeng held up Ye Jian Hanxing's right hand, still holding the hilt of the sword steadily. The originally dark sword body was now lit up with stars as bright as stars. More and more new sword shadows spurt out from the sword blade and merge into the fair boy's sword curtain in all directions!
Two feet! In an instant, Xing Laowu's sword was less than two feet away from the young man, and Yi Xifeng could even see the other man's scarlet eyes clearly.
Xing Laowu felt the resistance coming from the blade at this moment, and couldn't help but frown slightly. The tentacles on the sword that were dancing and waving around unscrupulously were also submerged in the storm-like shadow of the sword. The blade, which was originally as powerful as breaking a bamboo, slowly slowed down its thrust.
Xing Laowu's eyes flashed red, and his other left hand, which was not holding the knife, also pressed on the bottom of the handle, stabbed forward with all his strength, and said in a deep voice: "Underworld Knife - Sigh Naihe!"
A red light was seen along the straight spine of the knife, shooting directly towards the young man's eyebrows. At the same time, the black tentacles that were originally dancing around on the blade condensed together instantly, causing the blade's tip to extend by more than a foot.
This red light is not an inner sword light, but more like a dazzling beam of light. The surrounding sword curtain cannot block this beam of light at all. Without waiting for Yi Xifeng to react, red light lit on his forehead, and the boy's originally clear eyes became confused in an instant.
In an instant, the rapidly rotating sword curtain around Yi Xifeng suddenly became scattered and abnormal. The Hanxing Sword he held up also dimmed.
There was a hint of cruelty on the corner of Xing Laowu's mouth, and the straight knife passed two feet away in an instant, slashing straight towards Yi Xifeng's neck.
One foot, five feet, three feet... When he was less than one foot away from the fair boy's neck, Yi Xifeng finally recovered from the dazed state just now.
A trace of surprise and doubt flashed from Xing Laowu's eyes, and then his murderous intent became even stronger!
This child must not be kept! Xing Laowu secretly made up his mind.
The sharp blade made Yi Xifeng's hair stand on end, and his back was instantly wet with cold sweat. The Hanxing Sword turned into an afterimage, and he blocked it with his sword.
"Ding! Poof!" The sword light slashed heavily on an afterimage. Although Ye Jian Hanxing blocked the sword light this time, it could not withstand the huge force coming from the blade. The boy was injured by the rebounding Hanxing sword. On the left arm, blood instantly stained the entire arm red.
Yi Xifeng traded his injuries for his life and blocked this dangerous blow. With the help of the opponent's powerful sword attack, he quickly escaped from the battle circle.
"Psychic attack? I was still careless..." the fair boy muttered, ignoring his left arm that was still bleeding.
"Yin-Yang-level exercises are originally yang-type exercises that deny the physical body, and yin-type exercises that denies the soul. It is not surprising that there is a way to attack the soul... Tsk, tsk, if Captain Cheng Tao knows that I am so embarrassed, I will definitely practice at night. I need to practice more..." Yi Xifeng also ignored Xing Laowu and thought to himself.
Xing Laowu also didn't expect that the opponent would be able to dodge his fatal blow. His move "Sighing Naihe" was Xing Wu Tang's signature martial arts. It's just that he is the weakest among the five brothers. If the boss Xingmu uses this trick, I'm afraid the kid opposite him will have his head in a different place.
However, Xing Laowu was still a little wary of this kid. Being able to get rid of Tan Naihe's mental control in such a short period of time showed that his spirit was very powerful, which was very different from ordinary people.
Fortunately, this kid was also seriously injured, Xing Laowu thought to himself. He himself knows the characteristics of his skills. Whether it is boxing, sword or palm skills, his moves are all about hurting people with hidden power.
Just like the strong man who was knocked into the Spring Wind River by his palm earlier today, Xing Laowu was confident that the other party would not survive to reach the shore. At this time, Yi Xifeng was equally confident that the opponent was at least seriously injured, but it was hard to say whether he had lost his ability to fight.
Thinking of this, he smiled and said: "Kid, you are really good. You are the first warrior who can survive my fifth master's Tan Nai He sword!" At this point, the fifth master's eyes gradually faded. Become stern.
Yi Xifeng raised his head and glanced at Xing Laowu. His clean little face was stained with some blood, but he still looked pretty. At this moment, a shy smile actually appeared on this pretty little face...
The fair young man said softly: "Oh? The first one? I'm honored, but I think it's also the last one!" As he said that, he pulled off his shirt that was already stained with blood, and simply tied his left arm.
Xing Laowu's eyes narrowed and he saw the boy with bare arms wearing a black iron chain vest.
The young man tapped several locks on the vest with his fingers, and with a few clicks, the iron chain vest slipped off his body.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the black iron chain vest brought up a puff of smoke.
Until the splashing smoke dissipated, Xing Laowu had not yet recovered from the shock. But before Xing Laowu could say anything else, Yi Xifeng's figure disappeared from the place like the dissipating smoke.
"What?!" Xing Laowu was suddenly startled. At the same time, his years of fighting instinct made him throw the sword horizontally behind him.
"Thousands of miles of rivers!" A soft shout came from behind Xing Laowu.
