Chapter 17: Throwing the Knife

Bang bang bang...

Ye Feng and the red-faced monk made a punch like a storm, and they fought more than a hundred times in a blink of an eye. The red-faced monk's boxing was domineering and powerful, and Ye Feng knew nothing about boxing at all, but he was simple and direct, with body skills and black magic hands to help him, and his power was also extremely powerful. Therefore, Ye Feng was like a black whirlwind, hovering around the red-faced monk.

The red-faced monk was like a solid stone pillar. Although he was still moving, he punched the extreme, and the fist was tight and the airtight was against Ye Feng.

But overall, Ye Feng is the one who takes the initiative and the upper hand.

First, the attack is mostly Ye Feng's. The red-faced monk is not as good as Ye Feng's body, and he cannot catch up, so he can only bear Ye Feng's attack on the spot.

Secondly, although Ye Feng was constantly repelled, every retreat was able to use mysterious steps to transform the power of retreat into the power of the next attack.

This situation directly led to Ye Feng not only not being defeated, but also becoming more and more brave as he fought, gradually posing an inunderestimated threat to the red-faced monk.

"Junior brother, Ye Chang Mengduo, in order to kill Ye Feng earlier, you can help me. When Ye Feng is killed, I will never treat you badly!" Seeing that the red-faced monk could not take Ye Feng for a moment, he couldn't help but feel a little impatient, and even became vaguely afraid because Ye Feng was too brave.

"Okay, senior brother, I'm here! Ye Feng, look at the knife!"

When the black-faced monk heard this, he burst into divine light in his eyes, and shouted loudly. With a wave of his big hand, the black sword hovering around him immediately burst out with dazzling black light, trembling slightly, emitting powerful pressure and sharp sword wind, turning and flying towards the sky.

Huhuhuhuhuhu... The black sword flew higher and higher, and in a blink of an eye it disappeared into the black fog at a high altitude. After a long time, a faint sound of wind and thunder came from the black fog. Ye Feng even clearly felt the mighty of a mountain pressing down on the top. Then, swish...

The Tao was extremely shocked, and the black and bright sword light, like a black lightning, slashed down from the black fog in the sky with a sharp aura that seemed to be able to kill everything.

"Sword throwing technique! Junior brother, you have actually mastered the technique of throwing the sword!"

The red-faced monk was overjoyed and couldn't help but exclaim, and at the same time he couldn't help but become jealous. He had a yin poisonous light flashed in his eyes, thinking about how to successfully kill this junior brother who had already entered the sword technique after solving Ye Feng's sword technique.

"It turned out to be the unique skill of Ziyang Sect to throw the sword!"

At the same time, Ye Feng was also shocked. With his previous experience, he recognized the black-faced monk's hand sword technique and felt a terrifying sense of crisis.

Fortunately, Ye Feng was a human being after two lifetimes, and had experienced many battles and life-and-death tests. He was extremely determined. Faced with this shocking sword light, he was not really scared. He immediately made a mistake in his feet, as if he was falling down, his body suddenly fell down, and then rolled on the spot, with a series of afterimages, barely dodged to the side.

This fall and rolling is the ultimate move of the Spirit Rat in the Sky Step, which is especially suitable for dodging and escaping. Without this move, Ye Feng would really be unable to imagine the result of being hit by the sword.

Even after dodging, Ye Feng still clearly felt that the sharp sword wind easily passed through the colorful spiritual light curtain around him and the spiritual power protection layer on his body, cutting dozens of tiny but clear scars on his back. Fortunately, the Nine Heavens Xuan Cauldron in his body was always running, and immediately used the pure water spirit power to completely refine the invading fine sword energy and swallow it.

Ye Feng dodged away, but the sword light was still falling, and he just happened to slash at the red-faced senior brother. The red-faced senior brother was shocked and exclaimed before he could question and exclaim. He immediately raised his hands and punched the sword light falling on the top of his head. The fist power condensed into a domineering long snake with pressure, but it was vulnerable to the sword light.

Click...

The sword light easily cut the long snake-shaped silver fist force neatly, and then the red-faced monk's hands with silver gloves were still unsatisfied. Then, through the body of the red-faced monk, a deep knife mark was cut on the ground between the red-faced monk's legs, and finally disappeared.

"Why? Why do you want to kill me!"

There was a thin blood mark in the middle of the red-faced monk's body that could not be seen without careful attention. The whole person's body was still combined and he was not dead for the time being. His face showed various gods such as reluctance, anger, despair, doubt, etc., and he looked at the black-faced monk and asked.

"Why? I am the real god, and you are just a self-righteous waste. Keeping it with 1 n-cost cultivation resources. I used to please you every day, but just to get the skills your father gave you privately. Now you have already obtained them. Naturally, your death period has come. In this place of evil spirits, no one knows who killed you!" said the black-faced monk sneered.

"I'm not willing!"

The red-faced monk screamed.

Hurry...

When the red-faced monk called, his wound finally burst out completely, and the whole thing was divided into two, with blood and internal organs flowing all over the ground. Even Ye Feng, who had seen many dead people, felt very disgusting and slightly afraid. He felt that this black-faced monk was not only cruel and ruthless, but also a pervert!

At the same time, Ye Feng also truly witnessed the true power of the sword throwing technique, one of the three unique skills of Ziyang Sect! The red-faced cultivator's late-stage foundation-building cultivation, body, boxing, half-day silver gloves, and the best robes and armor on his body were simply vulnerable in front of this sword throwing technique!

It turns out that this black-faced monk who has always claimed to be his junior brother is a real master!

"Ye Feng, it's your turn now, go to die!"

The black-faced monk looked at the red-faced monk's death. The god who showed off his head turned around and looked coldly at Ye Feng, who had already jumped up more than twenty feet away.

As he spoke, the black-faced monk stretched out his hand and raised it from bottom to top, thrust... The earth under Ye Feng's feet immediately churned violently, followed by a thin black sword light that suddenly slashed out from the soil between Ye Feng's legs.

Ye Feng had been paying attention to the sword light for a long time. When the sword light killed the red-faced monk and cut into the ground and disappeared, he kept guarding him secretly. Therefore, he was not panicked at this time. He kicked his legs slightly, and he jumped backwards vigorously. At the same time, a glimmer of light flashed in his hands, and he took out the long sword of the long magenta magic weapon that he had just refined.

Ye Feng shouted loudly, held the long red sword tightly with his hands, raised it high above his head, and slashed downward in the air. The pure water spirit power poured into the long sword's body like a money-free one. The long sword immediately emitted a bright red sword light, swish... like a red lightning, cutting through the air, and slashed on the black sword light.

Ye Feng thought that this slash with all his strength was extremely powerful and would definitely be able to block the black sword light. After all, this black sword light was not the sword throwing technique that killed the red-faced monk before.

The result was a crack... The long red sword, which was a half-day magic weapon, was like tofu, and was easily cut into two pieces from the middle by the black sword light!

"Tianqin magic weapon? Ancient treasure?"

Ye Feng was slightly surprised. Unexpectedly, this inconspicuous black long sword was far more powerful than the red long sword. Otherwise, it would be impossible to cut the red long sword so easily, unless the monk who ordered the black long sword was a master of the Jindan stage!

"Hmph, not bad, it's a heavenly-grade magic weapon!"

The black-faced monk smiled fiercely. At the same time, the black sword light did not continue to chase Ye Feng, but instead rotated with the momentum and flew into the black fog at the high altitude again.

"This move is done again? Wouldn't you point something else? It's really no intention!"

Ye Feng shook his head slightly, and as soon as his retreating body landed, his feet and toes lightly on the ground, his whole body was as elegant as the wind, and he ran towards the black-faced monk as fast as lightning.

Although the black-faced monk's sword throwing technique was repeated, Ye Feng was still unsure of resisting it, and it was not a solution to avoid it. Only by killing the black-faced monk before the sword light fell, even if he could not kill the black-faced monk, at least he could be entangled with the black-faced monk, so that the black-faced monk's sword throwing technique could not be used.

After all, no matter how cruel or perverted the black-faced monk is, he will not die with Ye Feng when he has the advantage. Naturally, he is unwilling to be accidentally injured by the sword light that killed Ye Feng.

Of course, if Ye Feng uses big killing weapons such as the Golden Dan Sword Qi Yu Talisman, he should be able to easily kill this black-faced monk or resist the black-faced monk's sword throwing technique. However, the number of big killing weapons such as the Golden Dan Sword Qi Yu Talisman is limited, so Ye Feng is willing to deal with the black-faced monk first with his own strength.

If it really can't be solved, it's not too late to use the killer.

"Other? Of course!"

When the black-faced monk saw Ye Feng rushing over, he was surprised and immediately realized Ye Feng's idea. Not only did he not retreat, he also showed a cold smile. His body shook violently, and his upper body's clothes turned into butterflies, revealing his majestic, strong and bronze-shining muscles, a fierce and domineering aura came to his face!

"It turns out that this black-faced monk has also practiced the art of body refining, and his realm seems to be stronger than the red-faced monk! I wonder if his fist and foot skills are the same!"

Ye Feng was slightly surprised, but not too surprised. The black-faced monk had already said before that after learning the private transmission technique of the red-faced monk's father, he felt that the red-faced monk had no value and would kill him. It can be seen that the things that the red-faced monk could do, this black-faced monk must know, and his realm was even more profound.
Chapter completed!