Holding a sickle in your hand, no one will be your opponent from now on!
——"Extraordinary Career Record"
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For some reason, Ye Feifan found that there was something different about himself... He seemed to be able to detect that Shiliu exuded a strong sense of oppression!
If his guess was correct, Ye Feifan speculated that Shiliu's other fifteen swords should have been scrapped... She has scrapped a total of fifteen swords since she started practicing swords!
Amazing perseverance!
Faced with such an astonishingly powerful person, Ye Feifan did not want to take the initiative to admit defeat, because the answer he needed was in the opponent's hands... To get the answer, he needed to get the opponent's approval!
Only the strong are qualified to be recognized!
Shiliu did not bring up the idea of wearing armor. Ye Feifan also knew that the other party was serious and did not mention it. He only said: "Please advise!"
Because they had just had tea in the wooden house, Ye Feifan and Shiliu both changed into wooden clogs and have not changed back now. This greatly affected the performance of their strength... The only thing that did not affect them was each other's beliefs. !
"Senior, senior junior, I'll let you take the lead."
Shiliu took a step back with his right foot, bent his knees and pressed down, holding the scabbard in his left hand and holding the sword tightly in his right hand, staring at Ye Feifan feverishly.
"In this case, it's offending!"
Ye Feifan took a deep breath, threw the sickle into the air, circled in the air, and fell into his hand again.
Taking the handle of the knife in hand, Ye Feifan stepped forward with broken steps and swung the back of the knife to hit Shiliu.
The first blow was just a test, so it was natural that Shiliu couldn't be beaten. She raised the scabbard to block the back of the knife, and swung the sword with her right hand to slash at Ye Feifan.
'Good technique, but it feels like something is missing. '
Ye Feifan instinctively took a step back, and with a sudden force, the back of the knife opened the scabbard, moved in a curve, and collided with the sword... The force of the sword was not very strong, and the feeling sent back by the sickle made him make a judgment in his heart.
"Not bad!" Sixteen's eyes sparkled, his hands moved together, and the sword and sheath were drawn out.
The sword was used as the main attack, and the scabbard was used as a buffer. For a moment, Ye Feifan quickly parried.
"Senior's double sword style is also pretty good. I have to be serious, senior, be careful!"
As a reminder, Ye Feifan followed his body's instincts and feelings and turned the back of the knife back to the edge.
The Extraordinary Scythe is like an ordinary scythe for cutting grass. There is nothing unusual about it, but there is an inexplicable coldness in the air.
"Junior, just let your horse come over!"
Shiliu sheathed the knife, squatted down in a lunge, and held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand.
With a "click", the blade was pulled out a little.
'Batakujutsu? '
Ye Feifan was calculating in his mind, holding the handle of the knife with his backhand, so that the shaft of the knife was close to his elbow... The sickle was like a fin on the back of a shark, with sixteen fangs and claws at the tip.
The first priority of an assassin is to paralyze the enemy!
Putting himself into the assassin's perspective, Ye Feifan quickly found a way to defeat Shiliu!
The broken steps are nothing more than a fake move to confuse the opponent, and the real killer move is often at the end!
Ye Feifan trotted and stepped into Shiliu's attack range!
A ray of silver light cut through the darkness, and Shiliu drew out his sword. The shadow of the sword was as fast as lightning... However, the sword missed the point!
At the most critical moment, Ye Feifan jumped into the air and avoided the knife... The knife and the man seemed to have become an inverted spinning wheel, coming towards the Sixteen Cut Saw.
Sixteenth hit missed, and he suddenly raised his sword and scabbard and raised it to the sky.
"Ding ding ding..."
A series of sparks flew in all directions, and Shiliu kept retreating!
Lao Hei and Da Huang looked at the cat from a distance, dumbfounded, and their expressions seemed to be frozen, as if they didn't expect their new owner to be so powerful.
Ye Feifan in the sky seemed to be the axis of a rotating spur wheel. The blade shadows formed by the blade were as dense as raindrops, and it was very hard for Shiliu to resist them.
After adapting to the attack for more than ten seconds, Shiliu found a way to deal with it. He slightly staggered the scabbard and the sword with his hands, forming a large gap to jam the tip of the Extraordinary Scythe.
His body suddenly paused, and with the help of the sudden stop after spinning, Ye Feifan suddenly stretched out his right foot and stepped on Shiliu's scabbard.
The pressure from his left hand made Shiliu subconsciously rotate the scabbard, but he still couldn't get rid of Ye Feifan's pressure.
Shiliu subconsciously relaxed, allowing Ye Feifan to find an opportunity, and the Feifan Sickle also took the opportunity to break away from its restraints and suppress it heavily.
It was very difficult for Shiliu to parry the suppression of the sickle... She used a flaw, and while parrying the sickle, she flashed behind Ye Feifan like the wind, and swung the sword heavily.
Losing his target, Ye Feifan rolled sideways and landed on the ground. His body rolled away along the grass, avoiding the horizontal slash.
As soon as he got up, Ye Feifan came forward and slashed at Shiliu with his sword.
In a head-on confrontation, there is nothing to hide!
Sixteen hands came out in unison, trying to force Ye Feifan back.
"Click...ding..."
The scabbard was cut into two pieces, and the sword came into contact with the blade of the sickle!
The friction of the blade caused sparks to fly!
There are many small cracks on the sword, but there are no changes on the sickle!
"Good knife!"
Shiliu looked solemn, she still underestimated the strength of the Extraordinary Scythe!
"Senior, give in!" Ye Feifan declared as the situation became clear.
Judging from the brief confrontation just now, he knew that he was not Shiliu's opponent at all... But after all this discussion, his instinct made him make many difficult-to-complete actions. His intuition told him that Shiliu was definitely not in his current state. The next opponent!
"Winning or losing only comes at the last moment, junior fellow student, don't talk too much."
Sixteen gritted his teeth and forced a smile, his eyes were stern, and the strength of his sword became a little stronger.
"Then I'll wait and see."
The friction between the blades suddenly stopped, and both of them took two steps back.
"Junior, be careful!"
As a reminder to Ye Feifan, Shiliu rushed over with a knife.
"Ding!"
Fighting in close combat can be divided at the first touch!
Shiliu and Ye Feifan passed by each other!
A ray of silver light suddenly turned back, so fast that it was difficult to detect.
Ye Feifan did not look back. He felt a strong sense of crisis in his gut. He subconsciously relied on instinct to hold the handle of the knife and swing it back.
when!
The sound of metal hitting was extremely loud!
The feeling of numbness in his hand made Ye Feifan feel frightened. Shiliu's hand suddenly became overwhelming!
After blocking the blow, Ye Feifan turned around and swung his sickle, slashing it down hard.
"Crack!"
With just one blow, the sword broke into two pieces, and the tip of the sword collapsed and sank deeply into the grass.
"You can catch my 'Yan Hui' move, junior fellow student, you are really no ordinary person." Shiliu breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were quite meaningful, as if he meant something.
Compared with his previous power, Shiliu's current situation is rather funny... He still holds the weapon in both hands, a broken sword in one hand, and a broken scabbard in the other!
"It's just a fluke. My father has used it before."
Ye Feifan held the sickle and relaxed his body... He didn't feel the murderous aura in Shiliu, and the two of them probably couldn't fight anymore.
"Junior, no one has ever told you a truth?"
"What's the point?"
Sixteen smiled and said nothing.
When Ye Feifan reacted, there was already a broken knife on his neck, and the cold blade was pressed against his skin.
"Winning or losing only exists in death!"
Shiliu was smiling, holding the broken sword in his right hand, while the broken scabbard held in his left hand pressed against the back of the Extraordinary Scythe.
