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Ma Feng felt a little nervous. He admitted that he was a little careless, but he didn't believe what Yang Yu said about Li Feidao from the bottom of his heart. There was no real thing in the novel. If everyone could practice martial arts in the novel, wouldn't the world be in chaos?

Little do they know that Yang Yu's martial arts comes from those seemingly ethereal martial arts novels.

"I have three kinds of swords on my body, which is the worst one." Yang Yu had already taken out an alloy flying knife in his hand. "But even this kind of alloy flying knife will also exert unparalleled power in my hand."

"Come on!" Ma Feng said lightly.

Yang Yu didn't say anything, and his heart was extremely calm. Today's battle was definitely a tough battle, and whether he could win depends on these three flying knives.

"go!"

The flying knife has left.

Ma Feng changed his face instantly. The flying knife was too fast. He hurriedly moved his body, but the flying knife was one step ahead of him and nailed it directly to his shoulders. The blood dyed the collar red, which was very cunning.

And this is just the beginning.

"Xiaofeng, are you okay?" Old Man Ma was anxious. He found that things seemed not what he thought, "You bastard, if you dare to touch Xiaofeng, I will fight you."

"The ignorant is fearless." Yang Yu smiled indifferently, and another flying knife appeared in his hand. "This is a flying knife with jade added. It is faster and more fierce than the alloy flying knife just now. If you can't stop it, you will be killed in one move."

"Come on!" Ma Feng said only one word, and there was no other way now. The distance between the two had been widened. Whether he wanted to or not, Yang Yu's flying knife would shoot at him.

"Go!" Yang Yu poured his true energy into his body.

"Swish!" A strange friction sound came from the space. This was the sound of the flying knife being too fast and rubbing with the air. However, this was not the fastest. When Xiao Li's flying knife was really fast to a certain level, you would not hear any sound. As soon as the flying knife came out, it seemed to teleport.

"Bang!"

The flying knife made a violent collision with something, extremely harsh. Until a scream, Yang Yu could see clearly. It turned out that the flying knife hit Ma Feng's fist gloves, cutting off his fist gloves and two fingers inside.

"No, Xiao Feng." Old Man Ma roared and ran to Ma Feng quickly, "We won't fight anymore, we won't fight anymore, you don't have to vent your anger for me. Let's go, let's go now."

"Grandpa, no need, you go aside." Ma Feng said softly, then looked at Yang Yu, "Come on, I know there is the last flying knife. Now, I admit that I underestimate you. With this flying knife skill, no one among the Xuan-level warriors will be your opponent, even Yue Zifeng."

Yang Yu silently took out the third flying knife: "This is the last knife. If this knife continues, you will not die. We will fight to the decisive battle, and I will never use the flying knife again."

When Ma Feng heard this, he smiled slightly: "You are not bad. If it weren't for my grandfather, I would really want to be friends with you. But now, we are no longer dead. You will not let me go, and I will not let you go, so you don't have to give in. The duel between life and death is not the time for justice."

"You are not bad either." Yang Yu praised sincerely.

"Remember what I said." Ma Feng suddenly changed his tone.

"Yang Yu, no matter who your opponent is, once you fight, don't hold back, otherwise you will definitely suffer the loss. The lion fights the rabbit and does his best, let alone the warriors fight each other. If you neglect, you may have lost your opponent." Ma Feng seemed to tell Yang Yu another truth, "Don't believe it, that's like now, Lei Zhenzi, go for me!"

Yang Yu saw a black ball flying towards him.

Silver light flashes!

Only a loud noise was heard, and the smell of gunpowder was everywhere within a few feet of the surrounding area. This was actually a special bomb, and even Yang Yu was blown up a few times.

The smoke of gunpowder has disappeared.

"You..." Yang Yu saw Ma Feng and wanted to say something, but in the end he had only one sentence: "Why do you have to do this?"

"There's no way, I've tried my best. Your flying knife is really powerful. Now it's just three flying knifes. If we continue to fight, you make a few consecutive shots, I will definitely die. Now it's a matter of death." Ma Feng smiled bitterly, "I can't blame others for this matter, it's my own fault."

"Although you are not the grandson of Old Man Ma, I have to say that you are really good to him." Yang Yu slowly approached.

"Haha!" Ma Feng laughed, "I am an orphan, he raised me. For me, he is my grandfather. When we were young, our family was poor and our grandfather begged everywhere, and I don't know how much bullying he was. At that time, my biggest wish was to protect my grandfather and not let him be bullied any more."

"You..." Yang Yu didn't know what to say.

"Later I entered the sacrificial academy and our lives improved. Grandpa was my only relative, but he was greedy for money and was very sloppy, so he always caused me trouble. However, with his identity as a disciple of the sacrificial academy, I settled some of the troubles. Until yesterday he came to me crying again, I agreed without thinking, so I ended up now." Ma Feng sat down with a wry smile.

Yang Yu sighed and looked at the flying knife on Ma Feng’s chest, which felt particularly dazzling. Is Ma Feng a bad person? Yang Yu couldn’t say that such a person was bad, how bad could he be, but is he a good person? Obviously not. For the sake of Old Ma’s little grievance, he would kill people at any time. What a good person is this?

"Xiaofeng, don't die, don't, I'm still waiting for you to support me in my old age. I'm the one who harmed you. I shouldn't be greedy for money, shouldn't be cautious, shouldn't cause trouble for you, I knew that today would be there." Old Man Ma cried bitterly.

"Yang Yu, can I beg you something before I die?" Ma Feng was already breathless.

"Say." Yang Yu said, "As long as I am within my ability, I can promise you."

"Let my grandfather go, he is just an ordinary person and will not threaten you." Ma Feng spit out a mouthful of blood, his whole face was pale, which was a sign of a broken heart.

"Xiao Feng, don't ask him. He, the murderer, will report to the stewardship court when I go back and let the people in the stewardship court punish him." Old man Ma roared.

Hearing this, a wry smile and helplessness flashed in Ma Feng's eyes: "Yang Yu, can you promise me?"

Yang Yu nodded silently: "I agreed."

Ma Feng slowly closed his eyes, and a tear passed by, looking very dazzling.

"I didn't expect it would be this ending." Yang Yu sighed, looking at Old Man Ma who was crying and suddenly a flying knife appeared in his hand.

As danger approached, Old Man Ma turned around and looked at Yang Yu in shock: "You promised Xiao Feng not to kill me. You are a warrior and you must keep your promise."

"I am very trustworthy, but I don't need to do it anymore. You are actually the one who killed Ma Feng." Yang Yu said word by word, "Do you think Ma Feng doesn't know that I will kill you after he dies? He knows everything, especially when you just said such stupid words, did you see the tears in Ma Feng's eyes? He will never shed tears when he dies. These tears are left for you, and he knows your fate."

"You, you really want to kill me, why is this happening?" Old Man Ma panicked.

"It's not that I want to kill you, it's that you have to die." After Yang Yu said that, the flying knife in his hand was gone, and Old Man Ma fell quietly and died with his eyes open.

"Why?" Yang Yu looked at Ma Feng's body and sighed, "The world of warriors is really helpless. If it weren't for Old Man Ma, maybe we could really become friends in the future."

A trace of cold wind blew.

"Let's go." Yang Yu sorted out the scene and left. He did not deal with the bodies of Old Man Ma and Ma Feng. It was not that he was unwilling to deal with it, but because someone would deal with it soon.

really.

Shortly after Yang Yu left, a familiar figure appeared. The man was Yue Zifeng, and there were two people behind him. The two men quickly checked the bodies of Old Man Ma and Ma Feng, and then said one by one: "All of them are dead, killed by the same person. The weapon should be a knife."

"I know." Yue Zifeng took two steps back and forth, "Don't touch the bodies of these two people, notify Qinglongtang and let their people deal with this matter."

"Yes, Senior Brother Yue." A man said, but instead said, "Senior Brother Yue, since the murderer can kill Ma Feng, he may be a land-level warrior. Doesn't he need to notify the Earth Demon Hall? Our four halls below are only responsible for dealing with matters below the land-level warrior."

"Too talk!" Yue Zifeng looked at the man, "It's just notifying Qinglong Hall. If they have that leisure, let them check it. When they really find out that it was made by the Earth-level warriors, it's also their notification to the Earth-Demon Hall. What's the relationship with us? We just happened to find out."

"Yes, senior brother." The two men said at the same time.

...

Yang Yu did not rush back, but found a remote place to heal his wounds. He didn't know what the consequences would be if he killed a disciple of the ancestral academy, but killing means killing. What can he do? If he doesn't want to be killed by others, he can only kill others. It's a very simple truth.

The Nine Yang Divine Art is still very powerful. Yang Yu used the Nine Yang Divine Art to heal his wounds. In just a few hours, his body completely improved. It was even more enjoyable than knocking out the healing pills. However, he had just practiced the Nine Yang Divine Art. When the Nine Yang Divine Art is completed, such injuries can be recovered in the blink of an eye.

"I didn't expect that the Nine Yang Divine Art would go one step further after healing my injuries." Yang Yu felt more red true energy mixed in his dantian.

After taking a breath of fresh air, Yang Yu took out his cell phone and found that it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. He was worried about how to return to the city, but the cell phone suddenly rang. Looking at the familiar number, Yang Yu pressed the answer button.
Chapter completed!