Ji Wuye didn't understand these at all.

He, Bai Feng and Lang Yu, are really two people from completely different worlds.

He raised his bronze long knife as if he was about to split wood, and sneered: "It is impossible to bring people from under my knife!" The only thing you can do is die with her!!"

As he spoke, the long knife swept straight towards Bai Feng and Lang Yu.

The strong wind stirred up by his long knife enveloped the entire hall.

Bai Feng leaned over to avoid it, holding the jade and dodging away.

Ji Wuye's moves are not fancy, they are purely fierce all the way, like the rain and thunder of a summer night, ruthless and fast, as long as he is brought by his blade, he will be seriously injured if he does not die.

Ji Wuye has always been very confident in his power.

After all, Bai Feng's skills are still shallow, and he has to protect the jade in his arms, who has no ability to resist, and he can't last long anyway.

Ji Wuye was already ready to enjoy the scene of Bai Feng's blood splashing on the spot.

He always had an unspeakable hatred for this pure-minded, innocent-looking boy.

Now is the time for hatred to explode in full swing.

Bai Feng exerted all his strength.

Not to attack with all your might, but to defend with all your might.

-- To put it bluntly, it is to dodge the sword move with 10% light skills.

Ji Wuye's long knife had blocked all his paths, and it was impossible for him to escape as easily as he had just entered.

The blade almost brushed past the tip of Bai Feng's nose. In the next moment, Ji Wuye roared like a wolf and swung his knife straight ahead.

Bai Feng took a few steps back, and flew backwards diagonally, his posture indescribably elegant and beautiful.

But no matter how beautiful the move is at the moment, the value is only to save one's life and defend oneself.

As soon as his toes left the ground, Ji Wuye's long knife slashed down. Wood chips splattered on the wooden floor, and a few pieces hit the surface of Bai Feng's feet.

Bai Feng swept backwards, and his back hit the wooden pillar in the corner of the hall. He stopped his movements and glanced worriedly at Lang Yu in his arms.

Langyu's eyes were closed.

Bai Feng knew that now for Lang Yu, every minute was precious. Every minute is also a painful torment.

There is no poison that can still be well after being eaten.

Poison was eating away at her little by little.

Bai Feng thought of this, and his heart was anxious.

He couldn't think of how to escape, and he didn't know how to save her life.

Bai Feng suddenly swept to the side, because Ji Wuye swung another knife at them.

In a few moves, Bai Feng encountered danger under the vicious and domineering knife, and he was always able to avoid it at the last moment when the blade was approaching.

Sawdust flew on the walls of the hall, and Ji Wuye's knife was too fierce, and the blade was embedded in the wall.

Bai Feng took this opportunity to fly out.

Ji Wuye pulled out his knife and saw that Bai Feng had swept out of Zhangyu. With a wave of his hand, the blue light of the long knife flashed, and it flew out of his hand, and a strong knife wind slashed the back of Bai Feng's head.

Bai Feng heard the wind behind him, and hurriedly lowered his head, feeling a chill pass overhead.

A few strands of hair on the top of his head had been shaved off with a long knife.

Bai Feng stumbled forward, and finally stood firm. When he looked up, the bronze long knife was already back in Ji Wuye's hand.

Ji Wuye stood opposite Bai Feng. The right hand raised the knife flat, and the tip of the knife was aimed at Bai Feng's face.

At such a distance, no matter what Bai Feng moved, the long knife would be able to immediately slash at him and Lang Yu.

Bai Feng could only stand still. A pair of eyes stared at Ji Wuye like a wounded cat, hateful and unwilling.

Ji Wuye laughed so much that the roof was about to shake away: "Then I will fulfill you and die together!" ”

Bai Fengshi was forced by Ji Wuye's strength. The true qi in the body has really become a mess, and there is no way to avoid it for a while.

His mood soon calmed down.

He and Lang Yu are still together after all, and they will not be separated.

-- That's a kind of fulfillment.

Ji Wuye's bronze long knife was raised. It's about to swing out.

At this moment, a sharp wind suddenly sounded above.

A black hidden weapon struck Ji Wuye's back.

Ji Wuye felt bad and stretched out his fingers.

A piece of ink feather caught between his fingers.

Ji Wuye glanced at Mo Yu a few times, snorted angrily, and looked back at the top.

The curtain of the main hall flickered lightly, and a few pieces of ink feathers fell leisurely in the meantime.

Feathers, for Bai Feng, have a much more role than an ordinary person seems.

One of the functions of feathers is to serve as a sharp weapon to hurt people. A small piece of feather is in the hands of Bai Feng, sometimes not inferior to a hidden weapon refined of copper and iron.

And in the hands of the other, it is even more powerful.

Between the ink feathers fluttering in the sky, the ink crow swooped down like an arrow from the string!

Sawdust flew, and the ink crow landed on the ground in front of Ji Wuye's eyes, holding the ground with one hand, and glanced at Ji Wuye with his usual evil gaze.

The corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he smiled easily.

He doesn't show the change of heart on his face.

Ji Wuye saw the ink crow clearly, and without saying a word, he swept it with a knife.

The crow rolled over and passed through the gap between the long knife and the ground.

Ji Wuye's long knife flashed, and a few knives in succession did not bring to the ink crow, he roared again and again, and the blade came out.

The long knife stopped in the air, and the toes of a pair of feet were pointed at the knife.

Although Ji Wuye's long knife was wide and heavy, it was not sharp. Because the strong internal force of the person who wields the knife is enough to hurt people.

The ink crow stood at the tip of the knife at this time, its black coat fluttering backwards, bowing its head condescendingly, and looking at Ji Wuye with a crow-like cold gaze.

Immediately, Mo Crow jumped and kicked Ji Wuye in the face with one foot, then turned over and landed, clenched his fists, and hit Ji Wuye with his left fist.

Ji Wuye held a knife in his right hand and blocked the incoming move with his left hand.

The movements of the two were originally extremely fast, but after the fists and palms met, they suddenly stagnated.

The crow's left hand was blocked a few inches from Ji Wuye's neck.

He has a protective wrist armor on his left wrist.

The ink crow hooked his lips and smiled coldly, and a snowy short blade stretched out in front of the armor on his left wrist!

The short blade stabbed Ji Wuye's neck, and the tip of the blade was bloody.

-- It's just blood. The thorn was extremely shallow.

The crow stared at the bloodstain.

Maybe there was a chance to stab him again, but he didn't.

Ji Wuye frowned.

He did not move in his left hand, but he had a knife in his right hand.

The blue light of the long knife flashed again.

The crow withdrew his hand and stepped out of the way, raising the short blade in his hand to block the long knife.

Blades collide and sparks splash in all directions.

The crow quickly dodged the blade's attack, leaped to his feet, and kicked with his feet outstretched.

Ji Wuye didn't have time to meet the fight with a long knife, and he also flew up with one foot.

The soles of the crow's feet met the soles of Ji Wuye's feet.

The man of the ink crow seemed to be suspended diagonally by an invisible thread, and he was horizontally in the air, with one foot exerting force, and the soles of their feet made a "gurgling" sound.

Ji Wuye's feet were also straining. His skills are deeper, not to mention that he stands on the ground, but the ink crow has no strength.

Ji Wuye let out a low roar, and the ink crow had already flown backwards violently!

Bai Feng lost his voice and shouted: "Ink crow! ”

The ink crow landed in front of Bai Feng, half-kneeling on the ground, and snorted softly.

He lowered his head, Bai Feng couldn't see his face, only to see the ink feathers on his shoulders trembling, gasping slightly.

The crow gasped for a moment and slowly straightened up.

Bai Feng hurriedly said, "Are you okay?" ”

Mo Crow turned around, regained his casual appearance, and said lightly: "Boy, you should worry more about yourself." ”

His gaze was fixed on Bai Feng's front of him.

Bai Feng felt a strong pain at this time, he lowered his head, and found that the armor on his right shoulder was missing a corner, and there was an additional wound under the collarbone on his right side.

The placket of his clothes in front of him was stained with blood.

Ji Wuye's long knife still hurt him (to be continued......)