Xie Wuyi has never sweated like he does now.

You don't need to turn your head sideways to detect the sharp knife on your neck.

If he knew when and where the knife came from, Xie Wuyi's Wuyi might be able to stop it. But the knife came, but it was like a ghost, and now I am afraid that only my own blood can stop it.

Of course, his scalp is numb, even if he was bloody, breaking on the slope of the two wolves, he has never done this.

Of course, there is a little fear of death, and more of it is the coercion given by Feng Xingyi.

It may sound mysterious, but only by experiencing it can you understand that the pressure can be seen.

He is not the same as Xie Wuyi.

He was already facing death at any moment, so he literally closed his eyes.

So he missed all of Meng Qingyi's knife moves, but only by closing his eyes could he not be confused by the lightning speed, and could he truly realize the "Qingyi Quick Knife".

This knife came, as if it had suddenly offended all the gods and Buddhas who were spreading.

The knife is fast, because no one has seen him draw his knife, let alone where he is making a move; Meng Qingyi's knife is fast, even if he grabs the knife in front of everyone, few people can see clearly how the knife is made!

At the last moment, Meng Qingyi's knife finally stopped the rushing rolling knife, and there were suddenly three special sounds under the peaceful underground. The first two sounds were separated and there was not a single gasp, and naturally the two young men were rescued twice by Feng Xingyi's knife. The last sound, but the blade of the knife shattered, and it had no choice but to fall into the crack of the stone.

Feng Xingyi slowly took a step back, the candle flame illuminated his cheeks faintly, it seemed that he might still be rich and handsome, but he was a little depressed. It is naturally too much worse than the person who returned to the court after a big victory and returned to his hometown on leave.

Now, the two of them are finally facing each other again.

Meng Qingyi was very respectful and authentic.

"General Wind. ”

Feng Xingyi replied lightly.

"Meng Qingyi. ”

Meng Qingyi said.

"General Feng has to get along with us?"

Feng Xingyi shook his head. If it was before, Feng Xingyi would never have to shake his head. Chances, after all, will change a person too much.

It's all the rage.

"Now you can go over, take all your friends with you. ”

Now that the knife in his hand has been broken, even Feng Xingyi has no ability to leave this group of people here.

He and Xie Wuyi, who finally saved their lives from the knife, shrank their necks at the same time, and they were only a millimeter away from their necks, and now they can still pant unimpeded, thank God.

There was another soft "dang chang" sound.

Feng Xingyi didn't even want to hold the broken blade in his hand at the end, and threw it away. Then out of nowhere, he took out a cyan pipe, cut the firewood, and the tobacco stretched and burned in the warm fire. All that is left is silence.

There is one thing that Meng Qingyi has always admired, that is, no matter what it is, it is easy to do, it can be refined, and it is extremely good-looking.

It's just that no matter how beautiful it is, it can't get rid of the tiredness in the depths of my heart.

The Wind General who once conquered the world is probably gone.

Now, he is just a casino owner nestled in a bay, watching the guests come and go, watching the sunset fade, and no one needs to pay for anything and have no blood and pleasure.

Fengxing is easy to come quickly, and he doesn't walk slowly, looking at the still chic back, Meng Qingyi thought that this person was old, and he had been old for a long time.