Chapter Forty-Eight: The Angry Sea, Flying Sand and the Little Sword
The flying yellow sand covered Huang Feihu's eyes, and he thought that this was also the reason why the owner of the gloomy voice did not attack immediately.
Is it really a killing game against the ancient brigade commander?
I think that at this time, the Haisha battalion should have also been attacked by the enemy.
Huang Feihu silently recovered his mana while taking advantage of the brief opportunity when the sand at the bottom of the sea had not completely sunk to the bottom, while thinking.
Since it is a killing game with four lives, the strength of the other party should not be too high, and I have involved a lot of their energy here, so the response in the camp can be easier.
However, although he had practiced fighting underwater before coming to the East China Sea, he was surrounded by heavy seawater, which ultimately affected his strength.
The only equal advantage between yourself and the other party may be that you can't see clearly in the water in this extreme weather.
Except for the fish that came and went, some of them had a little light on them.
The voice was fluctuating, obviously the enemy used some kind of secret method, but Huang Feihu's eyes were faintly different from the family heirloom technique of the five-colored light flashing, and the surrounding scene was actually seen a lot by him in an instant through the faint light of a swimming fish.
A short, gloomy man in light armor, with two broken knives in his hand, was vigilantly scanning the bottom of the sea as the gravel was sinking.
Suddenly, his small eyes that shimmered gloomily saw a glimmer of five-colored divine light that should never have appeared in the dim darkness of the sea!
A thin piece of bamboo stabbed straight into his head from the flying gravel, the seemingly shabby and loose piece of bamboo did not dare to let this gloomy man have the slightest contempt, but he watched Huang Feihu fall from the top of the cliff dozens of zhang high, and then was protected by this roll of bamboo slips!
With such a huge impact, even the characters of the Land Immortal Realm cannot be offset by their physical bodies, and when they fall to the sea defenselessly, they will inevitably be crushed by that force!
And the nameless bamboo slip saved Huang Feihu from a cliff dozens of feet high, and even the original bamboo lines were not shaken at all.
This shows how strong this unassuming treasure is.
He never wanted to be hit by this seemingly ordinary bamboo slip.
Thin and short, his movements in the sea were almost unaffected, and he seemed to be as agile and swift as an ape, and he should have been familiar with the fighting techniques that he had practiced in the sea for many years.
The bamboo slice was unsuccessful, and then returned to Huang Feihu's hand with a faint green light.
The gloomy man stared at Huang Feihu with wide eyes.
"You...... Not Furukawa?"
The young man in front of him, who was holding a book and was a little bookish, was obviously not the rough and brave Haisha battalion commander he had seen in the portrait, but the young man was also wearing the armor of a sergeant of the Great Shang Dynasty.
Could it be that there is more than one master of refining the virtual realm in the Haisha camp?
Huang Feihu didn't give him a chance to think about it anymore, he was originally lying in the sand, and he jumped up, and in his hand was the bamboo piece that had failed to make meritorious service just now.
The gloomy man clenched the twin knives in his hands, and no longer dodged, but slashed forward.
The sword light very strangely parted the water waves, bringing a dark tide.
Being able to separate the sea water in the huge water pressure at the bottom of the sea shows that this person is not only extremely strong in physical strength, but also should have the cultivation of refining the Void Realm, and it also shows that he is a very experienced knife master.
A master with a sword is often called a swordsman, and a master with a knife is often called a swordsman, and judging from this shot alone, this short man with a gloomy expression is worthy of the name of a swordsman.
But Huang Feihu is also a swordsman.
So when he watched those two extraordinary short knives slash at him, he knew that his injured body couldn't stop this move.
So when his heart moves, his spirit moves, and when he moves, the bamboo piece in his hand moves.
The green bamboo pieces that were getting brighter and brighter actually brought Huang Feihu's entire body to one side!
The knife man reacted very quickly, but it was naturally impossible for him to change his moves in the sea as easily as in the air.
What Huang Feihu wanted was this stagnant moment, his right hand was tightly grasping the bamboo piece, but his left hand was always empty, but at this time, the pain of the ninja's shoulder being shot through was clenched into a fist, and the yellow light flashed again, and a punch was struck!
According to his expectations, since the swordsman wanted to change his move, he would inevitably be hit by his heavy punch like a mountain.
But to his surprise, the swordsman didn't change his moves, but let the double knives slash forward, and his short body also rushed forward with the double knives for a distance!
This is inertia, which is present on land and naturally in water.
But the effects of dark currents in the water on the human body are far greater than the air on land.
And this was the direction of the current, just enough to push the swordsman's body forward, and he used the power of tide and inertia to avoid Huang Feihu's powerful punch.
This is to go with the flow and be at peace with what happens.
Huang Feihu frowned, sure enough, the bottom of the ocean that was so violent and angry was far different from the preparations he had made in a lake to enlist in the East China Sea.
But the arrow had to be fired.
That piece of bamboo had already missed the swordsman's body.
However, bamboo slips are made up of many pieces of bamboo.
The remaining seventeen pieces of bamboo on the ground jumped up together and shot at the swordsman like a raging storm!
The swordsman danced with both swords and was impermeable, tightly protected in front of him, blocking the wind and rain formed by the turquoise bamboo pieces, and his whole body was beaten back with the flow of the water waves.
The wind and rain stopped suddenly, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the clenched fist smashed in front of him in hot pursuit.
Through two thin pieces of knife light, glowing with bright yellow light!
"Half-step Mahayana?!" the swordsman's voice became sharp and harsh with horror.
At this time, his double knives had just been raised to block the impact of the last piece of bamboo, and he was very embarrassed to expose the empty door in his chest and abdomen, and Huang Feihu's knees were on top, which made him dare not squat down to avoid the punch at the peak of this refining realm.
If he couldn't dodge, he could only resist hard, his short body jumped up, and if it was on land, he was very confident that he could dodge this punch with his strong bounce power alone.
But it's in the water.
"Poof!", as if a balloon filled with water had been punctured by a thin needle, even in the bottom of the sea, which was very real.
A mouthful of blood spurted out of the knifeman's mouth.
The so-called half-step Mahayana refers to the fact that the cultivator has not only approached the peak state of the physical refinement realm, but also touched the subtle feeling of the condensation of qi and organs in the Mahayana realm.
And when a cultivator's physical body and true qi are one, it is the day when he enters the Mahayana realm.
The Mahayana realm is known as invincible below the land immortals.
It is claimed to be invincible in the world.
Haisha Battalion Brigade Marshal Gu Chuan was already an extremely talented cultivator, but he only reached the realm of refining in his forties with the physique tempered by years of killing enemies.
The swordsman himself is also a genius who is highly valued in the entire Dongyi ethnic group, and it has only been sixty years of cultivation before he has advanced to the middle stage of the Refining Void Realm.
How old is this young talent, and he has reached the peak of the Refining Void Realm?
A flame of resentment and jealousy burst from his nearly shattered chest.
How many people Lao Tzu killed and how much suffering he endured to get to this point.
You are a pawn who is not even thirty years old, why is your realm so much higher than me?
Since he is a pawn, he will not be a famous and decent disciple, and he thinks that he has some adventures to get the elixir that allows you to break through the realm and the wonderful bamboo slip.
"Even if you are a martial artist at the peak of refining the Void Realm, but the killing just now will definitely make you seriously injured, and that punch is your limit, right?"
"You might wonder why that punch just knocked me out a little bit of blood. ”
The swordsman gasped and passed the sound into the secret, and slowly pulled out a piece of armor that had been shattered from his chest, even if it was broken, it glowed with a faint golden light, and you can imagine how majestic it was when it was complete.
It can be imagined how much power Huang Feihu's punch contains, he was already injured in the fight with the four insidious assassins, and he fell into the water from a height of dozens of feet, and how much he paid to hit this punch.
Huang Feihu stood at the bottom of the sea, as if he had been drained of all his physical strength by that punch, and he couldn't move.
The wound on the left shoulder had lost the protection of True Qi and had collapsed, and the blood had spread again in the turbid seawater, and the salty sea water mixed with gravel made the wound as painful as if it had been eaten by thousands of ants.
This young man who was no longer murderous, standing just like an ordinary scholar, did not have the pain that the swordsman imagined.
Perhaps, he just doesn't even have the strength to feel pain?
The swordsman smiled cruelly, picked up the two short knives that had been shaken away just now, and walked towards Huang Feihu.
"If it weren't for that 'Bright Light Armor', I might have died with a ruptured internal organs. ”
"It's a pity, I'm a killer cultivated by Dongyi with the power of the whole clan, and you're just a pawn with no sect. ”
"Even if you walked some shit and luckily got to the peak of refining the void and picked up the bamboo slip, it still didn't work. ”
"This is mine, I will put it to good use for you, try to kill a few more of your colleagues, and try to let Furukawa die under your bamboo slips. ”
"But you can't see it. ”
His mouth was still dripping with blood, but he didn't care that it was very big, and he laughed silently at the bottom of the dark sea.
There are many kinds of laughter, laughing happily, laughing bitterly, laughing tiredly.
And to open your mouth and laugh silently is very cruel.
There are a lot of harlequins in Asaha City, who put a thick white makeup on their faces and draw a bright red mouth that grins to the base of their ears.
Huang Feihu once saw such a harlequin in the night of Chaoge, the man was washing off half of his makeup, half of his pale face was crying silently, and the other half of his face was grinning silently.
It looks sad and cruel under the flickering lights.
Like this knifeman with two knives about to slash into his face.
Huang Feihu slowly closed his eyes.
Then he opened his mouth.
A tiny sword shot out of his mouth, turning into light that pierced the swordsman's skull.
"As a killer, you really talk a lot of nonsense, maybe because of psychological deformities. ”
"But it's really not a good habit. ”
Huang Feihu wiped the blood stains that did not exist on the small sword, and said with a normal expression.
"Besides, you're not wrong that I'm a pawn, but I'm not without a sect. ”
"I am a member of the sect, and my teacher's name is Guangchengzi. ”
After finishing speaking, Huang Feihu picked up a knife thrown by the swordsman and cut off the head that the swordsman still couldn't look at.