Facing the powerful oppressive force brought by Shi Yong and Cheng Shan, two powerful professional-level masters, Meng Xuan raised the folding knife in his hand, not only did he not feel fear, but he had a heartfelt excitement.

Finally, I can really try this knife.

Finally, I can go all out to try the limit of my strength.

With four rounds of spiritual power, he practiced Nelson's orthodox ritual combination method, superimposed on the strange sense and blood ritual that had been strengthened once.

Even Meng Xuan himself didn't know where his limit was now.

In the last battle with Zhao Chuanwu, it was unceremoniously said that after the outbreak of the Blood Source Ceremony, Meng Xuan did not even use more than seventy percent of his strength to easily complete the crushing of Zhao Chuanwu, and won the victory with a powerful posture of cutting off weapons.

And now, he's even stronger.

Powerful pro?

He doesn't think that's his limit.

"Solve it as soon as possible, Miss has other arrangements later."

Shi Yong's face was indifferent, his left hand was behind him, and his right hand shook the three-foot-long soft sword in his hand, making a shuddering sound, like a poisonous snake with a rattling tail.

"So, I said a long time ago, it's easiest to slap to death, Miss has to waste time."

Nearly two meters tall, his arms hung down to his knees like an orangutan, and his strong muscles held up the black suit to the point that Cheng Shan, a strong man in the iron tower, put on his white gloves and said angrily.

"Less nonsense, I'll pester you to kill."

Shi Yong said lightly, his body trembled violently, almost leaving an afterimage in place.

He was like a cheetah that suddenly activated, slamming down on Meng Xuan, his wrist trembling slightly, shaking so that the three-foot soft sword in his hand trembled wildly, and the cold light covered a radius of two meters, forming a sword flower with cold light shimmering.

Shadow Sword, Lotus!

Meng Xuan's body felt a strong sense of crisis, his eyes kept flashing, and the dynamic power was almost used to the extreme.

However, the advantages of the soft sword became apparent at this time.

The constantly trembling sword body was like a shadow, and it seemed that there were thousands of variations, and it was difficult to distinguish.

Meng Xuan, who had only just been exposed to the art of fighting techniques for just a few months, simply didn't have enough experience to discern the mystery of the Ghost Eye Sword moves.

But.

Meng Xuan's eyes flashed.

Can't see through your moves?

No, you don't!

Swing the knife and slash wildly!!

If you can't see through your swordsmanship, then crush it with absolute speed and reflexes!

Brush Brush !!

Meng Xuan's arms slashed through the air, and the strength, reflexes, flexibility, speed, and other powerful qualities of the superimposed abilities of the two major abilities of Abnormal Sense and Blood Source were all superimposed.

The Strange Sense Ritual and the Blood Origin Ritual are part of the structure of a complete secret pattern, and their effects complement each other, so that they can finally be integrated into a complete secret pattern.

Through the characteristics of the anomaly and blood-derived abilities, Meng Xuan guessed that the effect of the complete secret pattern structure generated after the fusion of the three rituals of alien sense, blood-source, and heart-eye was probably more inclined to the agile type.

And knife skills, the most important thing, is speed and reaction, followed by strength!

Meng Xuan's front was completely overwhelmed by a cold sword, and now even if someone splashed water on him with a basin of water, I am afraid that all of them would be shaken away by Meng Xuan's sword and the wave of qi brought by the slashing air, and not a single trace would fall on him.

Zheng Zheng Zheng !!

A deafening sound of gold and iron quickly dispersed with the fierce sea breeze.

Shi Yong's Shadow Sword Technique, whether it was a false move or a real move, was actually cut open by Meng Xuan's slash!

He'd never seen an opponent like this, and he was known as Ghost Eye because of their kendo school's meditation methods that enhanced his dynamic vision and subtle physical reflexes, allowing him to easily see through the holes in his opponent's moves and counterattack.

But in the face of Meng Xuan, he felt that his ability seemed to have no effect at all.

Meng Xuan's moves can be described as full of flaws, but none of these flaws can be caught with his current body reaction speed.

What kind of knife art is this?

"Let me come!"

A low, subwoofer-like burst came from Meng Xuan's side.

Boom!!!

The air exploded with a violent roar.

The floor of the arch bridge shook.

A huge palm like a pu fan with white gloves gradually enlarged on Meng Xuan's side and smashed hard into Meng Xu's head.

The loud shaking and the sound of air cracking made Meng Xuan's eardrums buzz.

Chop!!!

Without hesitation, Meng Xuan swung his knife towards Cheng Shan's palm and slashed it down.

Burst!!

A low muffled sound came, Meng Xuan only felt a huge shock in his arms, his mouth was numb, and he jumped back four or five steps, almost not being smashed by this palm and flying the folding knife in his hand.

Looking at Cheng Shan again, the palm with white gloves that was slashed by Meng Xuan was actually safe and sound!

There is a problem with the gloves! Power type, can't be hard-wired!

Meng Xuan gripped the handle of the knife fiercely and forcibly suppressed the shock of his palm.

The soft sword of the Ghost Eye Sword was like a poisonous snake spitting letters, quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, repeatedly piercing from almost impossible angles, slashing towards the vital points on Meng Xuan's body, and its skill and speed reached a point that Zhao Chuanwu could not match.

Cheng Shan had a sincere smile on the corner of his mouth, a pair of fleshy palms were so fierce that he slapped on the pillar on the arch bridge, and actually smashed the solid stone pillar with a diameter of about ten centimeters.

Meng Xuan kept retreating under the attack of the two, and his arms, shoulders, and waist ribs all showed scars that had been cut by the soft sword.

The strenuous exercise produced a lot of heat, which was locked in his body, constantly circulating, and making his whole body red.

Meng Xuan swam in the midst of a violent crisis, dancing on the blade of death.

Any carelessness and mistake may be cut by Shi Yong, or the bones may be broken by Cheng Shan's bursting palm.

But Meng Xuan didn't have any fear.

Instead, I got more and more excited.

Knock knock!!

Zheng Zheng Zheng!!

The dull sound of blades colliding with flesh palms.

The piercing golden sound produced by the collision of knives and swords.

At this time, in Meng Xuan's ears, it seemed to be the most beautiful note.

All the cells in his body were activated.

He seems to have found a real sense of being alive.

From the previous life to this life, until this moment, he really felt that he was alive.

Between life and death, between victory and defeat, one's own breath of life has become extremely strong.

Airplanes!!

The two messages in his body, representing the strange sense and the bloodborne ability, were constantly pulsing, as if sensing something that excited them.

Their functionality is activated at its peak at this moment.

Meng Xuan could even see their structure in the information light cluster that represented them.

He seemed to understand something.

The knife in his hand almost completely turned into an afterimage at this moment, covering Shi Yong overwhelmingly.

Zheng Zheng Zheng!!

Shi Yong felt that the soft sword in his hand had been hit at least five times in one second, and the huge force shook his tiger's mouth, and several more knife wounds suddenly appeared on his arm, making him unable to lift his strength for a while.

Meng Xuan avoided Cheng Shan's huge palm covered like a big seal, ignoring Cheng Shan, who was moving slowly, and dodged, passing between the two of them, and slammed into Aisyah, who was still holding the bridge railing with both hands, looking into the distance in a daze.

"Miss!"

Shi Yong's face changed drastically.

The distance of more than ten meters only took the time of blinking an eye for Meng Xuan.

Althea seemed unaware of his approach, still looking into the distance.

The knife in Meng Xuan's hand was raised high and slashed towards Aisya's neck.