The reason why he offended Atumu back then was that he had a runny nose during the meal, and it didn't matter if the snot was runny, the key was that the snot accidentally threw on the food that Atumu picked up and put into his mouth, whether it was intentional or not. In Atumu's eyes, it was all planned for a long time, and he couldn't swallow it. If you don't get out of this anger, it's hard to get rid of your hatred!

"Brother be careful, this person's strength is unfathomable!" Connor's spiritual sea resounded with the voice of Lan Xiang's reminder.

Connor glanced at Lan Xiang and the girls who were still dancing, and his mental strength moved, and he asked lightly:

"This big brother has his own measure. If you replace it with orchid, how sure are you that you will win? ”

"Lan Xiang is not a human, and that Black Mountain is an authentic Homo sapiens, how sure will the eldest brother say that Lan Xiang will be?" In Connor's spiritual sea, Lan Xiang's smiling tone came into the sea.

"With Lanxiang's words, the eldest brother is relieved!" Connor replied faintly.

Connor stood at the table, his body not moving, but his body did disappear in place. In an empty space in the center of the main hall, a silent appearance appeared.

With such a hand, all the generals in the field were solemn for a while, and they all stood up and looked in the direction of Connor, but Feng Yue ate vigorously. That's what Connor wants, and if he doesn't stand now, he waits when.

Throughout the building, all those who have the ability to see are all casting their eyes on this place.

Black Mountain, who was still standing behind Feng Yue, seemed to have become the object of everyone's abandonment, and Atumu turned his head to look at Black Mountain and did not speak. But the look in his eyes has already explained a qiē: "You admit it, you are a coward!" ”

I can't see Montenegro's expression, and if you can see Montenegro's expression, you must see that he is sneering. I saw that when Montenegro turned around slightly, his body had disappeared, and at the same time, Montenegro appeared with a half-turned body not far from Connor.

His posture was as if this qiē movement was just a turn, and he just appeared opposite Connor with this turn, and his turn directly spanned a distance of tens of meters.

Connor asked himself, if he was to control the speed so flexibly, it would not be possible to do it in a day or two. Connor didn't think about it that much, it wasn't wise to think about it that much now, and now he was bent on killing the man in front of him with a single sword.

Connor stretched out a hand, grabbed the void, and a narrow back long knife appeared in his hand, this knife was the same sword and war treasure, since he had a knife technique, then it was natural to use the knife. Connor swiped the long knife in his hand lightly and skillfully, pointed sideways to the ground, and stood with his left hand behind his waist. Flowers fell from time to time on the dance floor, and Connor stood so tightly that there was really a kind of only one in the world......

Looking at the Black Mountain on the other side, the arm was pulled out of the black cloak coat behind him. With a movement of his palm, there was an extra scimitar like a crescent moon.

The two of them stood at each other with their weapons in hand, as if they could fight together in an instant with a little guidance, but the two of them still stood just looking at each other, and they had no intention of attacking each other at all.

The flowers fell quietly and danced gently, the only difference was that the two of them stood quietly. Everyone in the hall has put down their hands to eat, looking up at the center of the hall, their necks are like ducks pinched by people's long necks, they like to watch the excitement!

I don't know how long the two of them have been standing and watching, but the audience and spectators in the hall seem to be impatient, and some of them are restless and sit down again to continue eating. There is a big meaning, when to fight, when to watch again.

But the two people standing there were different, they didn't move, as if they were the only ones left in heaven and earth. Connor slowly closed his eyes, and his mental power sensed a qiē in the main hall.

Connor's spirit now seemed to be nothing, and to him, it was as if the landing of a single hair in the hall could cause a loud noise.

The two of them are dressed in black, and the other is standing in green clothes. Just when everyone thought that these two were just posing......

The figures of the two of them were in a trance, and the positions of each other changed strangely. The only difference is that although the two have changed positions with each other, they are facing each other.

Connor still held the knife in one hand, the tip of the knife pointed at the ground, as if he had never moved the slightest bit. Looking at Black Mountain again, he still held the bright scimitar in his hand, as if he had never moved his body.

It makes it seem as if the two of them have always stood there, and have never moved a single bit. At the moment when the two of them changed positions, all the qiē in the entire hall, the falling flowers, the eaters pouring out the wine, and the dancers all stood still at this moment, as if time had stopped moving at this moment.

At the same time, a loud thunderclap sounded, and between Connor and Black Mountain, an extremely black and thin line appeared. This thin line was extremely thin, extremely black, and the entire hall also dimmed the moment the black line appeared, as if the black line had sucked in a qiē light.

The black line disappeared in a flash, and the hall was lit up again.

Two screeches of metal breaking sounded with a "click", and the long knife in Connor's hand and the scimitar in Montenegro's hand broke off from the middle, and the half-cut blade fell to the ground with two "ding, bell" sounds.

A faint mark of blood appeared silently on Connor's white cheeks, and at the same time, the cloak and hood of the Black Mountain hood also silently tore open a large opening.

The corners of Connor's mouth twitched coldly, and the blood marks on his cheeks healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was not a trace of blood coming out.

Looking at Montenegro again, the cloak and hood of the hood were also intertwined and returned to the same as before, and his cloak was actually woven of organic life fibers.

Connor half-closed his eyes recalled that the speed of this person's knife skills was comparable to his own, to be exact, if it wasn't for Fang Cai's blow and his extremely fast speed to dodge, I'm afraid that it would not be a knife at this moment, but a head!

This is also thanks to the fact that he has cultivated another shadow breathing technique above his own limit speed of light, otherwise it would be difficult to end up with him. It can be seen how terrifying the strength of Montenegro is!

He could clearly feel that he had only injured Montenegro, and had not completely taken his life. Traumatic injuries could not have been life-threatening to a high-ranking samurai like them.

At this moment, Black Mountain slowly turned his body and said to Connor in a hoarse voice:

"The speed of the saber technique, there is no one else except me!"

"That's because Your Excellency hasn't met a real powerhouse!" Connor didn't turn his head, not even his body, and replied coldly.

What is a real powerhouse? In front of the gods, no matter how strong the samurai is, it is no more than an ant's ear!

Until this moment, everyone in the hall seemed to have woken up from a dream. Applause, congratulations one after another. But how many people have understood and understood the light-speed blow of Fang Cai?

Connor threw the handle of the knife to the ground with only half of it left, and didn't look at it again. He asked himself, with Fang Cai's blow, even if Qingyue and Wu Zhuo's two swords were combined, there was no doubt that Fang Cai's blow was so powerful and powerful that he knew better than anyone else as a person who had experienced it.

Connor turned around and appeared at Fang Cai's seat, and when he looked closely, he realized that there was still food at the so-called banquet, and only empty discs remained, and the light of the plates seemed to have been cleaned.

Looking at Feng Yue again, she opened her slender mouth and stretched out her one-foot-long tongue to lick the leftover rice stains on her face. The sight in front of him could only make him shake his head and sigh, but fortunately, his need for food was not as terrible as Feng Yue.

Atumu glanced at Connor lightly, and saw that his expression did not blame Connor for why he had missed. He asked himself that with the power of his iron arm divine fist, it would be impossible for him to retreat under the blow he had just blown.

In his heart, Connor's strength was far beyond his expectations, and he could even compete with Tao Youhong. How much strength Tao Youhong has, he knows very well.

He glanced at the black mountain that was already standing behind Feng Yue with his hands tied, and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes:

"It's a pity that such a good player is on the wrong side and admits the wrong master!"

After Lan Xiang finished dancing, she didn't forget to step forward and pour a glass of wine for Atumu, and even drank a glass with him. Atumu, who provoked her, praised Lanxiang for being "sensible", but when she heard this, she couldn't help but have sores in her ears!