Chapter 39 [Killing and Saving People]

There are stars and moons tonight, but the light star and the lone moon make the sky and the earth more and more hazy.

The silent midnight is silent, overlooking the starlight and moonlight, adding a bleak cold.

The night is as cool as water, and the killing intent is steaming.

"Then come and die!"

The old man in black shouted, shot out angrily, and the iron fist slammed directly into Tang Feng's face door with a step-by-step killing machine, and Tang Feng's hair was blown away when the strong wind was howling.

Tang Feng watched calmly as his fist slowly grew larger in his eyes, and at the same time, Tang Feng also made a move, in other words, the knife was out, and the knife slashed across the night sky of the Tibetan machine like a meteor.

In fact, Tang Feng's expression was not disturbed by such a pair of iron fists, but seemed leisurely and serene, and the whole person stood quietly and proudly like an old tree standing tall on the rock, letting the gentle night breeze blow around, making people feel a distant artistic conception invisibly.

The old man in black was shocked, and his eyes showed a hint of surprise. I don't know why, he saw a kind of strength from Tang Feng's body, an invincible power.

When the old man in black raised his head again, his gaze looked straight ahead. In his eyes, he couldn't see anything except Tang Feng. He only knew that there was nothing in this world that could stop him from punching, and once he punched, it was bound to destroy everything!

He must have such self-confidence, and only with such self-confidence can he bring out every move in his boxing to the extreme, which is the experience of masters.

The murderous aura moved with the wind, and it had already filled the entire space. The moonlight was dim, but it couldn't hide the light that appeared in the depths of Tang Feng's eyes.

Tang Feng's face was still calm, as if this deep and quiet sky, no one could guess what he was thinking at the moment, and he couldn't predict what he would do, but it was this unknown that implied confidence and strength.

The old man in black took half a step forward and stopped abruptly.

He couldn't stop, because even as he stepped forward, he couldn't even feel the presence of the other party.

This is the first time that the old man in black has encountered it in his decades of career, he does not think that his iron fist can dominate the rivers and lakes, nor does he deny that there are masters in this world who are better than him, however, no matter how high the master is, he will definitely exist as an entity, and at this moment, the old man in black does not feel people, only feels a knife, a knife full of life and agility!

This is not an illusion, the old man in black understands.

The sword technique is practiced to the extreme, and the sword can be one, and Tang Feng's martial arts level has obviously surpassed this realm.

There is no knife in the heart, but the knife is everywhere, and it is precisely because there is no knife in the heart that the life of the knife can be integrated into the essence of the person and continue with the flow of ideas.

That's the definition of a knife.

The old man in black also closed his eyes.

It feels the changes in the air currents around it.

In fact, as a master, the eyes have become a burden, and closing the eyes can more calmly feel the changes in the airflow around the body.

It felt as if something sharp had pierced the air, coming at him.

The old man in black rushed out with a punch, and the knife kept changing and was close to assassination, and the knife qi was vertical and horizontal.

The black-clothed old man's fist changed seventeen angles between three inches, resulting in seventeen different rotational forces, forming an ever-expanding vortex fluid, cutting towards the peak of the sword qi.

Boom, the two of them were cut by each other's fists and knives, and their clothes were torn.

Between the tea trees on his left hand, a cold light broke out, silent, like a ghost in the rush.

The "old man in black" didn't think about it, he only advanced and did not retreat, and rushed a few steps in a row.

The cold light is the point of the sword's edge, and the momentum it brings out is like a fierce horse, and the leaves are broken in unison, but there is no crisp sound of metal colliding.

The sword had no contact with the old man in black at all, Tang Chop's intention was not to attack for the sake of attacking, his shot had another deep meaning.

The sword swept past the black-clothed old man, and when the air currents flickered, Tang Shu's figure disappeared in a flash, and then rushed into the middle of a tea tree.

The "old man in black" couldn't help but be stunned, the old man in black who had just retracted into the void, his back was unexpectedly enveloped by a sword wind that was born in the air.

This is undoubtedly a move to determine the success of Tang Feng and Tang Slash's trip, and when Tang Feng made a knife, he spared no effort to break through the sky with a knife and vowed not to look back.

The "old man in black" jumped his eyebrows, and his heart was shocked, the knife Tang Feng killed was so fierce and the angle was fine, like a dreamlike stroke of genius.

Although the "old man in black" couldn't see the movement behind him, he seemed familiar with this kind of knife momentum. When this knife squeezed into seven feet of his body, he suddenly realized that the enemy he was about to face was Tang Feng!

A huge fear suddenly welled up in his heart, and he wanted to shout, but he couldn't, because the pressure brought by the knife was enough to suffocate.

He knew very well that he would never be Tang Feng's opponent, and on Tang Feng's side, there was also that swordsman with extremely high swordsmanship. However, his heart is not willing to be tied down, but he is lucky, no matter what, he must attack.

"Huh" The old man in black threw out like a wind wheel, and with a shake, it was like a lotus blooming, and thousands ......of cold lights were born in the void, facing Tang Feng's flying knife.

His block-like attack also had a layer of intention, which was to make a little noise to alarm the attention of the people in the attic.

"Bang......" Tang Feng saw the intention of the "old man in black", and he would definitely not let him create this kind of opportunity. Just when the knife was at its strongest, his flying knife was deflected, and he took advantage of the opportunity to turn sideways and suddenly kicked out.

The strength of the foot was not great, but suddenly, like a sharp arrow born in the air, kicked towards the waist of the "old man in black".

When the "old man in black" wanted to avoid it, it was too late, and he snorted, and he had already retreated. He retreated so helplessly that he forgot that in the direction of his retreat, there was a clump of tea trees, and in the shadow of the tea trees, there was a dignified blade.

He couldn't be blamed for this, because he didn't have the slightest chance to breathe, and his entire consciousness revolved around Tang Feng's erratic sword, making him forget for a moment that there was a strong attack waiting behind him.

The beautiful and dynamic arc flashes into the void, and the poetic artistic conception is revealed in the night sky......

This knife cuts out of the void, which is indeed very beautiful, as if in Tang Feng's hand, he is not holding a knife, but a pen in the hand of the painter, drawing a kind of beauty in a plain and bland way.

The "old man in black" had a light in his eyes, and his face was full of surprise, he obviously didn't expect that this knife was enough to kill, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in the artistic conception explained in the knife.

He didn't make any blocking moves, just took a step back, looking forward to the most beautiful moment of the knife.

However, he didn't see this moment coming, and in silence, he felt a sudden undercurrent surging behind him, penetrating into his heart at an incomparably precise angle.

It was a sword, a sword from Tang Shu's hand. When this sword pierced into the void, its artistic conception was also very beautiful, but it was a pity that the "old man in black" could not see it, and could never see it.

The "old man in black" slowly fell, and when he fell, his eyes were still wide open, and his pupils still seemed to be expecting something.

He didn't understand until he died, whether it was a knife or a sword, their most beautiful moment was always at the moment of the end. The blood is scattered in the air like a pearl, as brilliant as a salute flower in the middle of the air on a celebratory night......

When the "old man in black" fell, he didn't even have time to be surprised, and the person who was really surprised was actually Tang Feng!

Because he never expected that with the martial arts of the "old man in black", he would have almost no power to fight back under the attack between himself and Tang Shu.

This is indeed incredible, the "old man in black" once fought with Tang Feng, in Tang Feng's impression, this person fought alone, maybe not his opponent, but if he really defeated him, I am afraid it will be difficult to do without a little effort.

Could it be that once he joins forces with Tang Shu, they can complement each other and exert immeasurable power?

"Brother Tang, what kind of martial arts are you using? What swordsmanship? After dealing with the old man in black, Tang Feng couldn't help but ask.

"Taihe Heaven Replenishing Sword! Tang Sect Authentic Xuanyu Gong! Tang Qi asked.

"Then why does your sword actually echo mine, as if it is a combination of swords and multiplies its power?" Tang Feng asked puzzled.

"Taihe mends the sky, the sword that mends the world, can be used in unison with any kind of martial arts, and the power is doubled, and the combination with your sword is just a coincidence." Tang said.

"I can't imagine that there is such a magical swordsmanship in the world, I have never heard of it." Tang Feng exclaimed.

"No, your knife is the magic knife in this world, and it seems that there is an evil power suppressed in it." Tang said.

"Evil Knife?" Tang Feng looked at the parting knife in his hand and became a little puzzled.

"Tang Feng, to this day I still can't understand why you want to save those people? They are not grateful, and the great Korean nation has never been a grateful nation. Tang Shu said.

"In fact, it's better not to know gratitude, because gratitude will make traitors multiply, which is a hypocritical cowardly emotion, or to make excuses for your cowardice, so that your betrayal and greed for life and fear of death are at ease."

All I know is that now I am alone, and I want to save them, and what if they take revenge even if they are gracious? This is not the first time in history, as long as my descendants do not die, and the heroes are so big that they will kill this land like us, let this group of villains who will take revenge know the iron-blooded nature of our Chinese men, let them know that the Chinese cannot be bullied, and let them know that the betrayal of the Tao is a price, we, as long as our descendants can still have blood and blood, and people's minds are in danger, then what we do today is a heroic act.

We are not beasts, we cannot watch so many innocent lives die in front of us, although they are not our compatriots, but we are all human beings, we all have the same thing - humanity!

They will never be grateful, but we are not afraid, because as long as our children and grandchildren can inherit our Huaxia Dragon Blood Spirit, then they can easily govern any betrayer, any blasphemer who offends Long Wei.

sigh for a moment, people and ghosts are distinct, who believes that the deceased can also chase, how many people laugh?