Huang Zhenying fell silent.

Of course, it is impossible for him to let go of his years of hatred in a few words, but some things, if you can think about it from a different angle, may become very different.

However, I didn't have time to wait for him to finish thinking about it.

Tongues of fire began to spread beneath my feet.

Through the cracks in the floor, you can see that the first floor is also a sea of fire, and if you fall, you will only die faster.

I spotted a small gap in the wall of fire, gathered my strength to protect myself, and jumped over with a whoosh.

There was a boom, and the floor behind him collapsed.

Fortunately, the detonator did not explode.

It doesn't matter if Huang Zhenying has figured it out or not, as long as he can stabilize his emotions for a while, wait for me to figure out a way to leave this ghost place.

What a ghost!

Before I could catch my breath, the flames flickered, and an acquaintance appeared in front of me.

The half-cooked one.

Feng Daoyuan!

When he saw me, he drew his sword with a thud.

At this time, the ceiling and floor collapsed one after another, forming a sea of fire around it, like a flame cage, trapping me and Feng Daoyuan together.

Could it be that this is the narrow road of the legendary enemy?

"General Feng." I laughed and said, "Your son's death was a complete accident, and I didn't kill him." ”

"I found it out very clearly." Feng Daoyuan said with a cold face, "He was poisoned by his own poisonous smoke." ”

"That's right, that's right." I hastened to say.

"But without you, would he have died?" Feng Daoyuan shouted.

"Yes." I said calmly, "With Ling Lang's character, he is narrow-minded and will be revenged, and other people's lives and dignity are completely inappropriate, and his hobbies are particularly perverted; Sooner or later, a person like this will have to hit the knife. If you meet an emperor who is a micro-obedient and private, a head who leads to practice, a young man who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, etc., I'm afraid he will have to be cut by a thousand knives, and if he doesn't do well, he will punish the nine clans, raid the house and destroy the door - and all of this is because you are greedy and pervert the law, fish and flesh the people, collude with bandits, and commit murder - forget all the bad things, you don't know yourself at all, and you dare to find someone to take revenge? Master, I have been crisscrossing Caotou Village for thirty-six months, from the entrance of the village to the end of the village, and I have never seen such a brazen person! ”

Feng Daoyuan was stupid.

"How? Have you ever been so angry that you vomit blood? I tried to ask.

"I'm going to cut you with a thousand cuts!" Feng Daoyuan rushed with a sword.

Hehe, you're the one you're waiting for.

I chirped Feng Daoyuan's throat, picked up the Cloud Winged Purple Gold Knife, and hurried further-

Skill? Must, launch!

Airplanes......

The swords clashed and let out a long dragon groan.

I couldn't help but widen my eyes.

Actually blocked?

The speed of the skill is extremely fast, and he has always been a hundred shots, and this guy is not a martial arts master, so he can stop it?

But looking at Feng Daoyuan's expression, he was probably more shocked than me.

We all chose to go backwards.

What happened in a split second is replayed in my mind.

When the skill was activated, the Cloud Winged Purple Gold Knife was pulled by a huge force and stabbed straight into Feng Daoyuan's throat; At the same time, Feng Daoyuan was using a defensive move, which was originally intended to guard against my attack from the top three ways.

It stands to reason that no matter his speed, strength or position, it is impossible for him to block a stab of skills.

However, just when the tip of the knife was only three inches away from Feng Daoyuan's throat, a faint air flow appeared.

That's the air flow brought up by the internal strength.

Feng Daoyuan arranged a strong wall in the throat area!

Maybe not only his throat, but probably all the vital parts, he has laid out his defensive energy.

Immediately afterwards, due to the breaking of the qi wall, Feng Daoyuan immediately realized that the crisis was coming.

In such a short period of time, it was too late to think, but with years of experience in life-and-death bloody battles, he instinctively shifted the sword body down by half an inch.

The skill of must hit is that it can automatically turn and track, but there is always an angle in the corner, in such a short distance, it is too late to turn any corner, and the cloud wing purple gold knife breaks through the air and goes straight forward, stabbing heavily on the sword body.

Airplanes......

Feng Daoyuan blocked the knife.

At the same time, it also broke my blind superstition about the skills that must be hit.

The name of the skill is 'must be hit', but what is there in the world that is truly and absolutely?

Of course, Feng Daoyuan was able to save a small life, and there was also an element of luck.

If he hadn't used a defensive move, or if the sword was far away from his throat, then he wouldn't have been able to block it.

But the strength of the wall, the combat experience, the on-the-spot reaction, and the mastery of the opponent's weapons were all Feng Daoyuan's own hard cultivation.

He was able to block this knife, maybe there was an element of luck, but it was not a fluke.

Even Feng Daoyuan can block the Sure Hit skill, so what about the person who is stronger than him?

Thinking of this, I am a little glad.

Fighting with Feng Daoyuan, the skill failed, and there were other chances to win; If you think that you are invincible in the world with the skills that must be hit, and you want to challenge the martial arts masters indiscriminately, then the end will be ......

I thought about it here for a long time, and Feng Daoyuan on the other side also made a judgment: "Stinky boy, that move just now is not your own strength at all!" ”

"Is it my own strength, and what's the difference?" I say.

"If it's your own strength, as long as you make a few more swords, I won't be able to parry." Feng Daoyuan said, "But you are relying on external forces, I'm afraid you only have the power of a sword, right?" ”

"General Feng is really old and spicy." I applauded, "You can see through such a secret thing at a glance, so we might as well bet on whether I have the ability to make a second cut?" ”

"Stinky boy, if you want to bluff the general, you are still a little tender!" Feng Daoyuan actually didn't hesitate and rushed over again.

I had no choice but to fight with a knife.

With my current sword cultivation, it would be easy to block Feng Daoyuan's sword.

But being able to block does not mean that it is stable.

He has more internal strength and more strength than mine, and every sword he cuts, I have to add extra strength to parry steadily.

In addition, Feng Daoyuan's total number of qi veins has reached more than thirty.

Every ten qi veins is a watershed.

So he can output steadily, but I'm constantly depleting.

If I don't make ten moves, I will definitely lose!

What to do?

Do you take out the thunderbolt and die with him?

But just like the skill that must be hit will fail, no matter how powerful the thunderbolt is, it may not be able to deal with the cunning Feng Daoyuan.

A few thoughts turned in my mind, and the energy in my body dropped rapidly at the same time.

"You have a very high level of understanding, and at such a young age, you can actually practice knife techniques to this extent." Feng Daoyuan laughed wildly, "It's a pity, it's over here!" ”

He swung a sword with great force, and I barely parried it, and my body staggered.

Oops, the internal strength is exhausted, and the dantian has dried up!

"Die!"

Feng Daoyuan slashed angrily with his sword, and the blade of the sword flicked away and cut directly into my shoulder......