Chapter 175: Evil Blade

A scream of screaming came to Feng Xiao's ears, and Feng Xiao's face showed no regret or pity, but showed a faint smile.
You have the opportunity to defeat your father's wind, and you have succeeded ... I did not.
I am very envious of you ... and you, thank you well under Huang Quan.
Feng Xiao did not leave immediately, but swam quickly against the smooth wall. The breath of the sword had already greeted him many times.
Even if he deliberately provoked, he never refused, this was a kind of confidence and a kind of pride.
When he reached the top of the building, Tsing Yi Zijian was already waiting for him.
"Twenty years, except that person, you are the only one I admire, and so young. Unfortunately, you have touched the bottom line of the country." Ye Huangtian sighed, and there were too few and too few people who could force him to make a shot. And he is just one.
Feng Xiao didn't answer. Feiyu Blade pointed obliquely and said lightly, "I'm not your opponent, but I'm still here ... Do you know my purpose?"
Ye Huangtian was silent.
The first time he confronted him, he easily locked him with an air machine and almost crushed it to collapse, but this time, he found that he couldn't.
"Repay the debt!" The cold voice just fell, and the black shadow stabbed in the red light.
"So fast!"
On a tall building 300 meters away, a middle-aged man in red holding a telescope couldn't help but sigh.
"But if only that, Brother Ye should be able to easily kill him."
Xiao Ying shook his head: "You look down on him so much, will the only person who can let Ye Ye take the shot himself? He is the one who can escape my sniper."
Red eyes flashed fiery colors, staring closely at the situation in front of them, lest they miss the slightest.
Ye Huangtian didn't move at all, as if he didn't react. Suddenly Feng Xiao in the sprint felt a huge force coming to him, his chest was out of breath, his eyebrows flew up, the chaos rushed out, the speed was not slow but fast, and the red light spot was fierce. Spike to Ye Huangtian's arm.
The sword god's face moved slightly, his body quickly retreated at the fastest speed, and at the same time the Ziyang sword in his hand finally moved.
"Not only did Brother Ye's momentum not suppress the other side, but he was forced to retreat. It was impossible ..." The man in red frowned.
"The opponent is too fast, even if Ye Xiong has no chance to play the sword if he doesn't back down. The martial arts world, but he won't break, this sentence is true, and he is not as good as Ye Xiong in terms of internal force, but the speed of extraordinary sanctification Let him have the strength to fight against the sword god. "Xiao Ying sighed, he was always worried about the last failure.
"Brother Xiao, if you use your stunts, do you think he can hide?" Said the man in red.
Xiao Ying said a little, and said for a while, "Perhaps, he can ... In my opinion, he has at least 20% certainty to escape."
"What?" The telescope in the hands of the man in red almost fell. He just talked casually just now, but did not expect to get the answer.
"Your stunt is recognized that even the immortal can't escape, is he really possible to escape?" Although only 20%, as long as it is possible, it is enough to surprise him. Because even if the invincible sword faces the stunt of the sniper god, he can only shake off with the whole body's true qi body if he is prepared, and avoid it ... it is impossible.
Thinking of the incredible return of his body when he evaded his bullet last time, Xiao Ying nodded solemnly: "I can guarantee to hit him 100%, but I can't grasp 80% of the points I have targeted. If he is prepared , Even less than 50%. He seems to have the inherent ability to sense danger and the terrifying reflex nerve. "
The expression of the red man was more dignified and more excited. The long silent red blood began to boil slowly.
If the sword doesn't take the shot, it will be shocked. The purple sword in his hand was pointed out like a raindrop, and hundreds of swords were stabbed in the breath, sealing all the forward angles of Feng Xiaoxiao. At the same time, countless purple lights and shadows swept through the air, flying like lightning, covering his whole body.
In that year, Ye Huangtian fought alone for the top ten masters of Dongying with his own strength. As soon as Ziyang came out, the sky was full of purple swords and shadows. None of the top ten masters could be within three meters of his body. Instead, he was permeated by the drizzle. Jianqi left countless wounds in an instant.
Although thirteen years have passed, the only five people remaining in the top ten masters of the East that year still remember the war of that year and still be frightened. Everyone knows that ten of them were defeated by the Huaxia sword god, but no one can imagine how fast the battle will end. Only one move ... The moment the sword Ziyang sword waved, he was killed and injured twice, and they didn't even touch the sword god's clothes.
They were frightened. They had traveled to the ancient Chinese martial arts several times to show their strength. Since the war of thirteen years ago, they have never dared to take half a step in China.
Frost's piercing sword air made Feng Xiao's face and body stab-like in pain. The sword god's sword was much faster than his own body. Unless someone could keep up with his sword speed, there was absolutely no possibility of dodging or parrying.
Feng Xiao is a person who can barely follow the speed of his sword, not the speed of his eyes, so he cannot see the trajectory of the sword; it is not the speed of his hand, so he cannot parry it; it is the speed of his body, so He can escape.
The sword style of the sword all hit the air. Feng Xiao had stood five meters away, panting heavily, and then his body burst out without warning and without reservation of speed. Sword God fight hard.
Ye Huangtian froze for a moment, Ziyang sword swayed a breeze, seemingly silent, while the oncoming Feng Xiao clearly felt a violent sword qi, and himself, like the waves can be at any time Overturn the smashed boat.
Facing the storm that is about to sweep in front of him, Feng Xiao has no fear on his face. The flying feather blade in his hand turns into a red light and radiates out. At the same time, the power of chaos instantly reverses the space in front of him, making himself His body reflected back at an extremely fast speed.
Seeing the red awns shooting at himself, the face of the sword has not changed, and the body has no movement to avoid it. The Ziyang sword in his hand swings lightly, and is accurately attached to the flying red blade with a strong internal force. Hold the Feather Blade firmly on the sword.
While sucking the Feather Blade, a sharp sound of breaking through the air came from Ye Huangtian. Immediately after Feng Xiao returned, the remaining chaotic force surged up, reversing the space in front of him again, making his body incredibly reversal shot to the sword god.
The sword was a little surprised, but he was back to the sword, but he was just a little surprised, because with the weak internal force of the opponent, without using the weapon of the magic weapon, it was impossible to cause slight damage to his body.
But he was wrong.
A dark, creepy light protruded from Feng Xiao's black sleeves, marking a deep scar on his arm.
The telescope in the hands of the man in the red fell to the ground, and weird sparks appeared on the erected hair. "Sword God, hurt ..."
"Yeah ... this is the first time he has been injured since he was a teacher. Even when he faced the top ten masters of Dongyu that year, he hasn't been cut in half."
"Brother Chen, is he eligible for you now?" Xiao Ying looked at him, his eyes flashing with dignity.
Vulcan Chen Yan.
A layer of purple flames ignited on the surface of Chen Yan's body, and the surrounding temperature instantly rose to a height of fear. As strong as Xiao Ying, he quickly left ten meters away to prevent being burned.
"Beyond the speed of bullets, see how you approached all the flames that burned me." Vulcan Chen Yan's breath moved, and the ground under his feet began to melt slowly--strangely, his clothes had no trace of burning. .
Ye Huangtian's eyes were completely out of focus, his left hand slowly dropped, and the blood of the wound ran out at an incredible speed. Even with his vast internal force, he could only slow down the bleeding rate little by little.
"The cursed blade of the evil has an instinctive craving for blood. Once it leaves a wound, it will become addicted to dryness. Heaven can't let it go, but it can only be born and destroyed by itself-the top ten Chinese soldiers The second-ranked evil blade Tianmao!-Who are you Fengfeng Swordmaster? "Ye Huangtian's left arm seemed to be unconscious, his eyes slowly moved to the black short blade in his hand.
"It's my father!" Feng Xiao's body was teetering, and the power of his chaos, which had not been so much, had almost completely fallen short, leaving only a trace of the power to escape on his feet.
"It turned out to be the son of an old man, and it's no wonder you hated the Southern Family Alliance so much."
"Uncle's hatred, don't wear it together!"
Ye Huangtian sighed and tried to stop the left arm from being swallowed up. "Though at that time, the Southern Family Alliance was wrong, but it was mainly your father ..."
"Shut up!" Feng Xiao floated a layer of evil spirit on his body, and the red light in his eyes made the sword unable to stop. "Even if you are a sword god, you must never stigmatize my father!"
"No matter who you are! You can't stop me from killing Duanmu!"
The cold chill made the surrounding temperature drop a bit. The next moment, Feng Xiao's body jumped from the top of the building and disappeared.
Ye Huangtian stood there blankly. How could he not see that the other party was exhausted, and he only had to catch up to kill him with absolute certainty. But he didn't, or he had no interest ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The short battle tonight had a big impact on him.
Feng Xiaoran rushed for several kilometers, getting closer and closer to his home, but his body was getting softer and his vision was getting blurred. Finally, he planted himself in a humble alley.
Before passing out, he exhausted his last strength, took out the protected intact mobile phone, sent a message, and then completely passed out.
Countless blood slipped from him like a trickle. Although the sword of the sword did not touch him, the sharp and piercing sword gas left countless wounds as thin as cow hair but deep inside the body. Now that the power of chaos is gone, he can no longer stop the blood from flowing out.
Jinghua University, an elegant and sweet single dormitory, with a peerless bed on the bed tossing and turning, although it is already midnight, there is no meaning to sleep. She was staring at her brother's picture on the ceiling, her eyes full of worry. Suddenly, the white mobile phone around her vibrated slightly, her body quickly sat up, grabbed the mobile phone and pressed it. Finally, a sweet smile that made all men dejected appeared on her face, and then easily yawned and slept in the soft quilt.
When the wind woke up, the sky was still dim, but there was a dim light. He laboriously grabbed the phone and pressed a number one by one.
The call was connected, and a dissatisfied voice came out, but Feng Xiao could not hear it clearly. The moment before he passed out again, he finally spit out two unclear words:
"help me……"
Xiao Tian's hand holding the phone was frozen, and drowsiness disappeared for a moment. After a few seconds, he began to shake Chen Bing's phone while shaking his hands.
A minute later, a black car rushed out of the military compound. Armed guards at the door looked at each other, but no one dared to stop.