Chapter 343: Yan Returns

"I have a good memory, I was in a forest, like here, a labyrinth, but I came out of it. ”

"Are you one of theirs?" asked the wind.

"No, I'm not all the way with them, I just want to pick up some benefits!" Fu Ye paused and added: "I'll help whoever gives me benefits, it's fair, isn't it?"

"Is that enough, take me out!" said the wind and gave the funeral night a bronze armor.

"Your life is only worth this money?" asked Funeral Night instead of collecting it immediately, he asked with a smile.

"Do you think I'm going to die?" Feng Lilai smiled: "Actually, otherwise, I can't die either, as long as the mission of Ziyun Mountain is completed, this place will disappear, I am still me, but you may not be you." ”

"You may be mistaken!" Funeral Night smiled, "I don't mean that you will be trapped here, but you will be killed by me!"

"Really, your cultivation shouldn't be very high!" Feng Lilai held the hilt of the knife, and his knife had been held in his hand since he appeared in this wasteland on the night of the funeral, and it could be unsheathed at any time.

The bronze armor was thrown on the ground, saying that it was a transaction, but in fact it was also disdainful.

"We ...... Have you seen it somewhere? It's familiar!" The night of the funeral was still light and breezy, and there were not many fluctuations.

"Have you seen it?" "Feng Lilai shook his head, "I'm not impressed!"

"Maybe!" Funeral Night smiled and asked him, "How is the Dragon King?"

"It's okay, it's ...... the same as before" The wind suddenly stopped, and his face slowly changed!

"Come in the wind?" the big mother and son erected on the funeral night: "Good name, they look quite alike, you should be brothers!"

"Yes and what!" Feng Lilai took two steps back, not afraid, but this distance was suitable for him to draw his sword, and it was also suitable for him to use it!

"Don't worry! There's still a long way to go! We can talk. ”

"What do you want to talk to me about?" asked Kazari.

"Do you know the Ghost Hand?" asked Funeral Night.

The wind didn't speak, he kept staring at the funeral night, his heart was boiling, and he was calculating.

His cultivation is higher than that of Burial Night, but since the rise of Funeral Night, it seems that pure cultivation is not enough to explain his ability.

He is special, or an unconventional existence, and the cultivation gap really doesn't mean anything.

"You should know each other!" Funeral Night sighed, looking at the wasteland in the distance, at the blue sky, and a few white clouds hanging on it. "I heard that the Dragon King and the Broken Army have reached a cooperation agreement, and they will show their skills in the east of the city, right?"

"Are you really a funeral?" asked the wind.

"There are many people wearing masks on the rivers and lakes, but there shouldn't be one like me!" "Funeral Night said: "Since I appeared, you have been on guard, you should have guessed that it was me, right?"

"Yes, I guessed! But not sure, because your intel is there. ”

"But because I'm the night of the funeral, you're not absolutely sure, so you've endured until now?"

"That's right!"

"So...... This action of yours was also instructed by the Yipinhui and the Dragon King?" asked Funeral Night.

"You're really not one of theirs?" said Kalilai, who didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

"Do they? Do you know what organization they are?"

"Forget it, since you don't know, it's better not to know. The wind came and showed his blade: "Come on, bury the night, let me see how good you are!"

"As you wish!"

The silver armor appeared, the black impermanent armor appeared, and there were many long-handled horse chopping knives in his hands.

This is the current mode of opening of Funeral Night, and it is also the mode that I am most accustomed to.

The sword technique from the wind is extremely sharp, like the wind, and the combat awareness and experience are also very rich.

Several times, just a little, just a little bit to hurt the funeral night, or crack his micro-footwork.

Zheng !!

The knife whistled, and the blade slanted up from the left side of the wind, which was a dead end, or a blind spot for the attack from the wind!

Whether it was a defense or a counterattack, there was nothing Feng Li could do, because the knife was too sudden and completely beyond his control.

Bang dang!

The sword collided with the armor, the sparks shot in all directions, and the funeral night retreated four or five steps, and the wind also retreated four or five steps.

In this round of confrontation, no one was helpless, and no one took advantage of anyone.

"You're amazing, even better than the legend says, and I'm curious, how did you do that? I mean, you seem to be able to see through my tricks, and even predict what I'm going to do next. ”

"I don't know, maybe it's providence!" "I didn't wear it on the night of the funeral, and a lot of things at the bottom of the box could be announced, and it was better not to announce it, because you never know how many enemies you have, or how strong they are, and they are not idle to do, and they may be secretly watching you and calculating you at any time.

The function of resonance is also becoming clearer and clearer in the confrontation, every-for-tat, every collision, and funeral night can read the other party's mind with empathy, and even "see" the trajectory of the opponent's trick changes.

It's the same as the Prophet of Discernment, but it's not, because this ability requires contact with the other person to feel it.

Funeral Night named this ability "Providence", and he didn't know why he named it that way, maybe to make himself a little more mysterious!

"Providence!" Feng Lilai smiled: "I don't believe in Providence, but I know that you will definitely lose, because you never know who you are facing the enemy, that is not what you can imagine!"

"But I still want to try!" Funeral Night smiled: "I know, you know my martial arts very well, you should have seen a lot of videos! But you don't understand the changes, people and clouds are the same, they are all changing!"

Sou!

The funeral night moved, it was a continuous slashing technique, only four sword shadows, the momentum was not the strongest, and the attack was not the most powerful.

It's more like a junior version of the Lian Chopping Technique, and like Qingluan, it looks very rusty!

The wind also moved, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, a very disdainful smile, he raised the knife with both hands, using a downward chopping trick, and his feet only touched the ground on their toes, like a dragonfly dotting water, very fast.

Just as the two sides were about to collide, Feng Lilai suddenly bounced out and flew over the head of the Funeral Night, and the speed instantly increased by more than six or seven times, almost comparable to the speed of the Lian Slash Technique.

The next moment, Feng Lilai came back at a strange speed, and his body was completely detached from the influence of gravity under the powerful force of True Qi, whether it was the angle of reentry or the speed of reentry, it reached an astonishing point.

Yan Hui, start!

Syllable!

The blade from the wind pierced into the smoke, the smoke emitted by the Black Impermanence Warframe, which was not lethal, but could confuse the judgment of the enemy.

But it's useless, at least in the eyes of the wind, once Yan Hui succeeds, no matter the output or speed, it can be described as amazing.

The funeral night is very strong, but he is not yet to the extent that he can crack Yan Hui.

(End of chapter)