The outbreak of Xiao Wu and Zhu Yao was like blowing a trumpet, so the army set off.

Polite and civilized Tong Bailong, these are orthodox martial artists, or they are not good at using the smallest force to take people's lives, but the strength is a factor that cannot be ignored. Perhaps in terms of pure force, Civilization is the weakest of all the people in the field, but his body skills are excellent, so although the wounded enemy is slightly inferior, it has restrained many enemies.

The three of them moved in unison, and the pressure on the monks increased suddenly.

And what about our protagonist? He and Liu Xing were left behind.

"Follow me, we father and son fight side by side."

Liu Xing clenched the Tang knife and followed Ju Feng's side, naturally there would be monks who would come to kill people, because the original target today was Ju Feng, so how could the person concerned suffer from cold eyes?

The people who flock to Jufeng will always be the most.

Ju Feng was still holding a second-grade knife made by Huanke, and at this time he was replaced with the equipment of a steel knife, which looked very similar to the Tang knife.

Ju Feng looked at the enemy, but said to Liu Xing: "Did you politely teach you the water knife technique?" ”

"Master taught."

"Okay, stay with me and play with me."

Ju Feng said, two monks came over in person, the steel knife was in hand, and the first form of the water knife method was used.

This is a starting style, expensive in the smooth start, so the steel knife is slightly split down, in one go.

The two monks in front of him turned sideways to dodge, but unexpectedly, a murderous aura suddenly appeared from below the oblique, and the murderous intent was fierce, and it was impossible to dodge, and one of the monks was stabbed in the abdomen, and blood was immediately dripping.

It was Liu Xing who came out of the knife, and he used the second form of the water cutting knife method, and he raised his glass to eliminate his worries.

Liu Xing hit the enemy, Tang Dao quickly pulled out, and lay in front of him, ready to prepare for the Water Cutting Knife Technique, his eyes were focused, not at all disjoyful, not sad.

This is the most precious spirit of a martial artist, Liu Xing is very lucky, he doesn't need to learn, he is innate.

That's genius.

Ju Feng continued to make moves, still using the water knife method, Liu Xing saw a needle on one side, and he could hurt the enemy every time. Sometimes Ju Feng uses other Yanhuang martial arts techniques, Liu Xing can't, but he can still use the Water Cutting Knife Method or other familiar moves to connect, and the cooperation is seamless.

Fathers and sons went into battle, and the ancients were honest and did not deceive me.

……

Time is an invisible knife, and as time passes inexorably, more and more people fall down - some can still get up, but after a short time it will only fall again more easily, and some will fall down and fall peacefully in the darkness of war.

At this point in the battle, no one remembers how long time has passed, as if everything has just begun, and as if it has been in a trance for a thousand years. When your attention is completely fixed on one point, you forget time, just like now, with only killing in your eyes.

……

In fact, the concert has been more than halfway through, but the enthusiasm of the audience has not diminished at all, and every time the passion of Kuaige burns, they are extremely cooperative and fiercely responding, as if everyone's inner blood has been ignited. When the song changed to soothing, they suddenly fell silent again, swaying the light in their hands, using the waves of light, rippling with the collision of notes and melody.

After a concert, the singer will be very tired, and of course, the audience will not be easy.

It is an admirable spirit, just like the Buddha and Shura on the battlefield in the heights.

At this point in the battle, there was a brief pause, and the monks gathered, most of the monks' robes were not in shape, and many monks could no longer stand up and gather. Their calm gaze looked at the crowd opposite, very admiring, and equally resolute.

Everyone on the side of Jufeng, Hai Dongqing was damaged, and the little five were still insisting, but everyone was colored. Among them, the one who looks the most embarrassed is Xiao Wu, but these are all exchanged for killing. Despite this, Xiao Wu is still the most breezy one in the field, and the scars and bleeding are as if they have not been seen, and only those who are familiar with him will understand, it is because he is used to it.

A person is used to being hurt and is used to fighting death, so what else can he be afraid of?

This is the battle situation of the master field, and as for the ordinary gang elites, almost all of them have fallen. This is true for the people who came from the Unified Alliance, and the elites of the Dragon Hall also suffered the same amount of damage.

This should be, that is, to exchange life for life, and not allow the slightest cheating.

After a short rest, the battle continues, as it has been said before, only life and death can be the end.

Now that both sides are alive, nature is far from over.

Xiao Wu is still the one in the lead, holding the wind dart tightly and leaving in the spring breeze. Zhu Yao followed, and in tonight's battle, she would always be the first to follow Xiao Wu.

One move, one after another. The battlefield, which had not been calm for a long time, was restored to its proper appearance again, and Ju Feng looked at the monks and knew that it was time to end.

He said to Liu Xing: "Xing'er, Dad can't fight with you anymore, you have to protect yourself, remember what I said to you before." ”

Liu Xing nodded heavily, he didn't want Ju Feng to worry about himself, so his movements were extremely solemn.

At the same time, he also said what Ju Feng said to him again in his heart.

Dad, you also have to protect yourself and survive well.

Jufeng trotted, ran, and leaped again, and his body suddenly turned into a butterfly in mid-air, causing the pupils of the two monks who had been staring at Jufeng to shrink.

Phantom ninjutsu, the intelligence didn't say that Jufeng would be such a carving insect plan of Yingguo, is there a mistake in the intelligence?

Of course the answer is not, Ju Feng learned the illusion ninjutsu, it was not long ago, how can the Guiyi Alliance know.

Although it is only a small skill of carving insects, it can only be regarded as a small success, but when used in the right place, it can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

The butterflies danced, as if they were following the rhythm of the faint coming from not far away, very beautiful, terrifyingly beautiful. The two monks were like angry eyes, undisturbed by external objects, and one after another, blocking all the places where the butterflies could fly.

The palm wind was as sharp as a knife, and the butterfly was overwhelmed, and it fell on the ground with a dying breath, suddenly shattered, and turned into countless fluorescent lights.

And what about Jufeng? Already behind the two of them, still in mid-air, the steel knife flicked back, cutting the back of a monk from one shoulder to the other's waist.

The monk wailed, his body involuntarily leaned forward, his companion saw this, and returned his hand with a heavy palm that split Huashan, but unfortunately although he hit Jufeng, it was soft and soft as hitting the vacancy, Jufeng's figure had long disappeared, and what remained in place was only an afterimage.

This is a combination of Yanhuang's body method and phantom ninjutsu, how can Ju Feng learn knowledge, how can he completely copy it. Hiroshi Utada is the virtual and the real are separated and connected, and the wind is the real in the virtual, and the real is virtual, so it is even more difficult to judge.

If Lance saw this scene here, he would be speechless in surprise, he thought that he couldn't do anything, and he would learn the other party's mastery just by contacting the battle.

Even if it's just scratching the surface.

At this time, he was still in the audience of the concert, beside Vera, watching the wonderful performance with distraction.

Vera has been in a position since she sat here. Combing the soft wattle of the blue cat's fluff, gently sliding at the same frequency, her eyes are staring at the stage that is still quite clear, and her delicate face is still unchanged and expressionless.

There is no expression on the face, but what about the heart?

No one knows but herself.

(To be continued)