What Song Rui held in his hand before was an air blade, which was light and sharp, and with the blessing of speed, it was extremely lethal.

Now his attack method has been changed to air bullets, which are more condensed, more powerful, and harder to shred than air blades.

The scalpel in the hand of the man in white found an abnormality the moment it came into contact with the air bomb, he originally thought that this was also an air blade, and the strength of the hand was still at the original level, and even the next strain was based on the force of the hand.

Every step of the master's move is extremely dangerous, they have become accustomed to taking one step and counting five steps, and when each move is next, according to the power transmitted from the hand, the opponent's action rules, and the observation of subtleties, calculate the next moves and strains.

This is a master, a good habit, and at the same time, it is also the easiest place to show flaws.

It's not that there's anything wrong with this habit, it's that the habit that comes from it is the problem. This sentence is a bit winding, you look at it...... Well, let me explain.

The habit of taking one step and counting five steps is undoubtedly a habit that can improve people's combat power, but because its auxiliary effect on people is too good, people who master this skill will involuntarily become dependent, and what follows is overconfidence. Just like the man in white now, during the time he fought against Song Rui, he had roughly figured out the strength contained in each of Song Rui's blows, and he also knew his offensive and defensive rules. In this extremely short period of time, he has collected information about Song Rui's battle. Originally, it was still very good at this stage, and even the next strategy of the man in white was to calculate Song Rui's actions in advance with or without intention, and strike first.

But Song Rui's fighting style suddenly changed, not to mention the speed, but the change of the air blade to an air bullet was enough to make the man in white suffer a small loss.

Sure enough, when the man in white attacked according to his calculations, he encountered such an air bomb that did not play according to the 'routine'. The power contained in the air bullet was dozens of times that of the air blade, and the man in white only felt that his scalpel seemed to be cut on the rubber, and he froze suddenly, and then the powerful force was rebounded, shaking his fingers slightly stiff, and the knife in his hand almost flew out.

The touch on the hand is not like a sharp blade, nor is it very hard, but there is a flexibility in the strong strength, "This is?" ”

The man in white was shocked in his heart, but he didn't panic, this change was not enough for him to mess up.

In response to Song Rui's change of moves, he also responded very quickly, and he could see that the speed of the air bomb was not increased by Song Rui's own speed, and the flight speed was average, and the only thing worth noting was the power contained in it.

Seeing this, it would be much easier to do, such an attack does not pose a threat, and he himself is known for his speed, and he can dodge such an attack with speed.

Song Rui also expected this, since the speed of the air bomb was not fast enough, then he further increased his speed, and with this point, he weaved a net around the man in white, so that he was tired of dodging and stumbling.

For a while, the battle between the two became more intense, the turbulence and explosion in the air continued, and the air flow was agitated, blowing the white mist on the sea surface to sway, as if a huge white beast was flying over the sea of blood, looking thrilling.

After Song Rui absorbed the mountain and water, although he went through some battles, it was the first time that such a high-intensity battle was held, and he quickly adapted to the changes in his body between intensive offense and defense, and his strength steadily improved.

The man in white hadn't been through such an intense battle for a long time, and although he was notorious in the human world, he was also an extremely well-known ascetic. He knew that his actions were not tolerated, so he had to be strong enough to defend what he wanted to do, so he practiced penance as masochism.

Although his goal has missed, his penance and strength are something that no one will deny.

And after he became stronger, he had been 'comfortable' for a long time, and he felt very bored, so his pursuit of blood became more paranoid.

At this time, a battle with Song Rui completely threw him into it, and only when he fought with all his heart and soul would he forget some unpleasant things and forget his pursuit of blood. He also faintly realized that what he was pursuing did not seem to be blood, and it had nothing to do with art and faith, he just wanted stronger strength and stronger opponents! What he enjoyed was the process of fighting against top masters, the sense of crisis on the tip of a knife, and the trembling that could be killed at any time. This thrill brought by the battle between life and death is simply addictive.

"I see." Knowing this, he was even more excited, because in the process of fighting with Song Rui, he really felt his limit, and he could feel the sharp knife on his skin, which was cold and made his hair stand on end.

"yes, that's what it feels like!" He shouted frantically, his expression a little distorted by overexcitement, "The blade is close to the artery, the chill that comes out of the bones, the sense of crisis that penetrates deep into the soul, is amazing! Awesome, awesome, fantastic! ”

"Pretty good!" Song Rui really responded to him, his voice sounded a little unsteady because of the high-speed movement, "Then let's have something better!" ”

Song Rui said this, his speed increased by another step, his stealth ability at this time had reached the time limit, but he didn't care, he was also enjoying this battle with all his heart, just like the man in white said, the pleasure brought by the improvement of strength was simply unstoppable.

The strength of the two is very close, and this kind of battle is the most dangerous, because the slightest mistake will directly affect the outcome of the battle. As the man in white said, this is the dance on the tip of the knife, the most brilliant moment of life blooming.

Song Rui's body will not feel tired, but his spirit will, even if his body can withstand such an intense battle, his spirit will be irrepressibly tired. Fortunately, his spirit was strengthened by the galaxy, and now he was strong enough to deal with the battle in front of him.

On the side of the man in white, compared to Song Rui, he is more like a monster, his spirit and body never seem to feel tired, he always maintains a strong mental power and vitality, and always maintains a strong desire to fight, just like a killing machine.

The battle between the two lasted from day to night, and then several times the sun rose and the moon set......

They fought for three days and three nights.

And there is no winner or loser.

"Whew...... ...... "The man in white was breathing heavily.

Song Rui also felt a burst of weakness in front of him, which was a sign of mental overdraft.