General Feng is a General Wind no matter what situation he falls into.

Just like Zhao Zidu, no matter when or where, you can't be underestimated.

If you were a young man in your twenties in the Great Wilderness, of course you wouldn't have heard of General Feng's name.

The Feng general that Meng Qingyi shouted was the deputy general who fought with Kou Wenzhan to fight for the battlefield and dominate the Great Wilderness for the Xie Dynasty.

Back then, Meng Qingyi was angry with Ma Xianyi, and Meng Qingyi also visited Feng Xingyi, Meng Qingyi was not known as the five knives in the Great Wilderness Realm, but Feng Xingyi was already famous among the fast knives.

When the two first met, it was autumn.

At that time, it was after the Hidden Sand Battle in which the Ghost Army broke through 30,000 people with 1,000 people, and Feng Xingyi did not celebrate extravagantly with the rest of the soldiers in Tang City, but took leave from the army and wanted to return to his hometown.

The two met in a tea house with high mountains and flowing waters.

As soon as they met each other, they saw each other after all.

Because each of them has knife intent on their bodies.

Only the best people will be able to devote themselves to the mood.

But after all, Fengxingyi has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and no matter how much blood he has, he is tired, and he only nods slightly, as if he can miss it.

Meng Qingyi is at the time of being aggressive, of course such an opportunity must be seized.

Meng Qingyi asked for battle.

Feng Xingyi didn't say anything, Feng Xingyi just got up and walked towards the stalled horses outside the teahouse, and even the servants around him were stunned for a while.

Meng Qingyi only forced the battle.

Draw the knife and cut off the wind.

The long knife suddenly slashed straight behind Feng Xingyi like a dragon that had overturned the river.

Such a surprise attack did not seem to be anything in the eyes of the aggressive Meng Qingyi.

Feng Xingyi did not smile wryly or shake his head, partly because it never did, and partly because time was pressing.

Feng Xingyi was really forced to do it.

It was a steel knife that could be seen everywhere on the battlefield, and in its hands, it had seen the crimson of countless people.

Now this steel knife is out again, not as unmatched as Meng Qingyi's arrogance, but it is fast, as fast as if it flashed like a meteor.

In fact, the steel knife really flashed by.

Although Feng Xingyi was persecuted, he didn't even have to turn his body.

The steel knife had already knocked down the long knife in Meng Qingyi's hand.

Meng Qingyi held on to his tiger's mouth and questioned his blade for the first time.

Feng Xingyi got on the horse, and glanced at the young Meng Qingyi, there was no meaning in his eyes, as if any danger Meng Qingyi had never brought.

The cold look in his eyes was uncomfortable.

The arrogant Meng Qingyi couldn't stand it. Meng Qingyi clenched his fists. It hurt a lot, even more so than when I was cut out of my body with thirteen cuts that went deep into the bone marrow.

Since then, Meng Qingyi has lost the long knife. As a result, Meng Qingyi began to ponder the fast knife, which led to today's "Qingyi fast knife".

For Feng Xingyi, Meng Qingyi has no hatred or resentment, and can even be said to be grateful, but he didn't expect to meet again here and now.

Ill-fated and tortuous, no one could have imagined that more than ten years later, the person who raided would be replaced by an opponent.

But this time, Meng Qingyi was simply more urgent than Feng Xingyi back then, and Feng Xingyi's fast knife was almost attached to Xie Wuyi and his neck.

Meng Qingyi turned over, and the palm blade quietly cut into She Yuxiang's wrist, She Yuxiang didn't expect it, and couldn't help but let go.

The sword in his hand swirled even though it fell into the air.

But in the next moment, he was held by Meng Qingyi in his hand, and he didn't need to adjust the knife grip, because one person and one knife were already water*melting.

Then the knife rises, towards another blade.