More than a dozen willow leaves cut through the air, and in an instant, they were close to the two waiters.

Seeing that they were about to be swept away by the sharp edge, they both made a move!

The two of them slowly turned their heads and looked at the direction of the attack together.

In fact, in the moment when the willow leaves shot out, no movement could be described as slow, but the two waiters gave people the feeling that at the moment, their aura was not the slightest chaotic, and their movements were just as neat, even a little wooden.

The waiter with the happy fox face was originally standing on the left side, far away from Feng Tong, and even if he stayed still, a large part of the willow leaves that shot past him would be blocked by his companion's body.

But after he turned his head, almost without thinking, he stepped forward, and then the bright red silk robe was rolled, and all the willow leaves were taken into his sleeve, and without much effort, they were crushed into pieces, and dusted into the water.

"Sure enough, it's a master!"

The other party's actions were done in one go, which seemed to be an understatement, but Feng Tong understood very well that it was not easy to do. Willow leaves are weak things, and only after the strength can they have the power to cut gold and break jade. The silk robe is the same, even lighter, to take the willow leaves, there may be many ways, but to do no damage, there is only one way, first with a force to remove the strength attached to the willow leaves, just like the willow leaves falling on the robe, naturally two sides are not damaged.

But in this way, the willow leaves are no special, this is the new sprout of early spring, not as yellow and dry as the old leaves of autumn and winter, but has considerable moisture and toughness, and the strength attached to the sleeve robe is like a whirlpool, there is no way to do this soft thing, unless it is ground for a long time like a grinding disc, it can be crushed.

And when the other party completes it between raising his hand, it must be after the strength of the cotton, and then he adds a strong strength, which requires excellent control of the strength and strength. There are many ways to take the willow leaves, but he chose almost the most difficult one, which has the meaning of warning the offender.

But Feng Tong was not afraid, he was sure that from such a distance, and there was a weeping willow cover, the two waiters could not see his face clearly, so he casually stretched out his hand and made a provocative movement!

The waiter with the happy fox face seemed to be a little surprised, although he couldn't see the expression under his mask, he could see that his body movements had obviously stagnated. At the same moment, the waiter standing behind him with a sad fox face was already unable to hold back, his body was pulled, and he rushed towards Fengtong with a "flying crane rushing into the sky".

The opponent took the bait, but Feng Tong did not dare to be careless, and immediately made a move "breeze blowing willows", and his body flew backwards for several zhang, and before he landed, he had already transferred a mouthful of internal breath, and pressed "Ruyan Jue", rushing towards the direction of the city wall.

The walls of Hangzhou City are several zhang high. If he chooses to use the "Lingyun Three Styles", he can easily turn it over, and he can also do it with "Ruyan Jue", but it takes a little more effort. The reason why he didn't do this was because he saw that there was only one opponent now, and if he used a higher level of light skill, it was difficult to ensure that he would not arouse the guard of another attendant, and put himself in the dilemma of being attacked by the enemy.

Feng Tong jumped down from the city wall, and before he could stand still, he heard the sound of breaking the sky behind him. The corners of his mouth were raised, his hand slapped towards his waist, and a cold white light appeared, and then it shook off into a three-foot long blade, and stabbed obliquely behind him.

The sad fox-faced waiter chased Feng Tong with all his might, and rushed down from the city wall at this moment, one of them had exhausted his internal breath, and the two were too late to change their moves, and they were about to be pierced by a sword on the side, but they heard a "ding-" sound, and a dazzling sword light suddenly appeared in the bright red robe, and then the gold and iron struck, rubbing out a sound that made people tremble.

The red robe took advantage of the situation to retreat, and the wide belt rolled in the air, like a delicate flower in bloom.

After a short fight, the distance between the two has widened to three feet. The Sorrowful Fox Attendant knelt on one knee, holding a short knife in his left hand across his chest, but his right hand was pressed tightly on his waist, ready to pull out the other knife there.

"This posture with a knife ......"

Feng Tong frowned, before he could think about it, but he saw the sad fox shrink his body, and it catapulted up like a swift wind, he threw his left hand forward, the blade was like a meteor, and at the same time he turned sideways, and the knife in his right hand was unsheathed.

Feng Tong was not in a hurry, put his fingers together, stood his sword on the ground, and locked on the enemy with sharp eyes.

Most martial arts in the rivers and lakes focus on the control of strength and strength, which distinguishes the difference between internal and external strength. The sword rules of Fengtong's family are different, and the core lies in the word "insight", that is, in the process of fighting, see through the weaknesses in the opponent's moves, and achieve the effect of defeating the enemy by weakening the enemy's offensive.

"Martial arts battles are like battlefield dominance, not based on strength or weakness. The strength of the strong, before taking the enemy, in the oppression of the will, if the weak can see its shortcomings, bend its will, frustrate its momentum, the two phases of profit and loss, then the strong will not be stronger, success or failure can be expected. ”

This is in his family manuscript, about the superiority of martial arts.

Looking at the oncoming sword light, Feng Tong took the sword as the center of the circle and his feet as the fulcrum, his upper body leaned back, and at the same time his arms were embraced, as if he wanted to take the opponent's offensive into his arms.

The knife in his left hand was about to pierce his eyebrows in the brow, but as soon as it met the strength in his arms, it was like falling into a large net, and suddenly stopped in the air, and then he urged with great strength, and the blade reversed and shot in the direction from which it came.

The sad fox servant originally wanted to use the left-handed knife to open the way, lure the enemy to block, and then defeat the enemy with the right-hand knife, but he didn't want Feng Tong to fight back in the same way, at this time there were less than three positions between them, he naturally couldn't block the knife anymore, and regarded Feng Tong's sword edge standing firmly in front of him as nothing.

So he can only avoid!

But at this moment of lightning, Feng Tong had already moved, he still took the sword as his heart, and his body drew an arc, which changed from leaning back to leaning forward, and then his left foot was a little bit, and his right foot was raised, and his body and sword shadow swooped forward at the same time.

The fox attendant flipped sideways in the air, and the blade passed by, especially unfinished, but he was surprised to see that the opponent had been bullied in front of him, the two of them were staggered, their backs were close to each other, and Feng Tong reversed the long front and handed it out behind him.

This is a sword with a very clear purpose, the fox attendant flipped half an arc in the air, the force on the knife was weak, and the target was turned from front to back, the distance was so close, even if he had time to react, swinging the knife at the same speed and stabbing back, according to the principle of one inch long and one inch strong, before it was enough to cause damage, Feng Tong's sword blade was already on his neck.

At this moment, Feng Tong felt a little wrong!

This bad feeling came from behind, because the two of them were so close to each other that he could feel almost every muscle and bone of his opponent tremble. At that moment, he felt the fox servant's shoulder blades bulge suddenly, and a decisive force surged towards his arms along the muscles of his shoulders.

Almost immediately, he understood that it was a self-inflicted style of play.

According to common sense, the Sorrowful Fox Attendant's knife certainly couldn't be faster than Feng Tong's sword, unless he also had a hand behind him and a knife in his hand.

But what he had to do now was to stab the knife out of the back.

As long as he can endure the pain, let this knife pierce his organs and then pierce Feng Tong's body.

Of course, it won't kill you by doing so. Everyone's understanding of themselves will definitely be better than their understanding of others, especially those who practice martial arts, from what angle this knife pierces, it can cause the slightest self-damage, in exchange for the most effective serious injury to the opponent, the sad fox attendant must have an estimate in his heart.

But he couldn't calculate the reaction and speed of his opponent, as long as Feng Tong still had a breath, as long as the sword was on his neck, then he would not be able to escape death.

So, after all, it's a fight for life.

Without thinking, Feng Tong retreated, and at the same time felt a little helpless in his heart.

The sword heart is like one, the momentum is like a white rainbow, and there is no return!

When he first heard this, he didn't care about it, and it wasn't until the moment of life and death just now that he realized how rare such a sword realm was.

Just like the sad fox can gamble with his life, it does not mean that he has reached such a state. Feng Tong has already understood that this is a style of play, just like accumulating his own sword intent by dismantling the opponent's offensive, it can be practiced and strengthened.

But he is not a person who is obsessed with martial arts, and after thinking about these things clearly, he no longer cares about them. He smiled confidently, and Jian Feng pointed directly: "Since you have taken over the 'Riding the Wind and the Moon', how about trying my trick 'Drunk Daylight' again?" ”

As he spoke, he struck again, but he was the first to attack. In the battle just now, he already has an understanding of the fox waiter's playing style, and the opponent's knife path is decisive, if he is allowed to attack, he will be tired of coping.

Feng Tong stepped out in one step, but his expression seemed to be slightly drunk, and the sword in his hand was also shaky, and from the perspective of a clear-eyed person, there were at least two flaws in his moves.

Seeing the opportunity, the fox attendant leaned forward and slanted his blade to his right rib. At this moment, Feng Tong's wrist loosened, and the tip of the sword slid three inches, just on his blade, and then his elbow sank, and the blade of the sword picked up, opening his knife upward.

This series of moves flowed smoothly, and the fox attendant was forced to take a few steps back, and his heart was undecided.

Feng Tong didn't give him a chance to think, and moved forward step after step, although every step was flawed, but every time the fox servant tried to attack, he was easily dismantled. His pace became faster and faster, the sword intent on his body became more and more intense, and the edge on the sword became more and more dazzling.

In the end, a sword was blazing like the sky, and Fengtong was like an immortal coming to the world, and the plain and unpretentious straight stab made people unable to open their eyes. It wasn't until this moment that the Sad Fox Attendant grasped his sword path, and the real killing move was not centered, but he was as if he was covered by the condensed sword qi, and it was difficult to make half a move.

The pupils under his mask really revealed complex emotions, dazed, surprised, and angry, all of which turned into a low groan behind the mask as Feng Tong's cold sword blade hit his throat.

It was two short syllables, Feng Tong couldn't understand it, but he could feel the humiliation in it. He pointed out at lightning speed, sealing several big holes on his opponent's body, and then grinned.

"Sure enough, it's Dongying people."