Unexpectedly, although this knife is printed with black lines, perhaps because the blade is too smooth and translucent, the sunlight reflected is so dazzling. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Blindness, even if it is only a momentary blindness, is a moment for ordinary people, but if you are in it, you also know that it is not pleasant, especially at the moment when this great enemy is present.

So the three of them unanimously used the knife in their hands to protect the door and slowly retreated.

They both thought they were the only ones who took a small step back.

But in the eyes of the onlookers, there were three people like stupid Daha, the knives in their hands swayed gently from side to side, and they kept retreating. While the other five samurai advanced to engage the white-clothed boy Kazeyiyang.

The onlookers were also divided into two categories, those who could understand that Feng Yiyang used his sword face to reflect the sunlight and forced the three samurai back, they all praised Feng Yiyang's wit, and those who couldn't understand it simply regarded Feng Yiyang as a true immortal, and recited a trick to make the opponent look demented.

At this time, the situation on the stage changed abruptly.

Originally, eight people blocked the ring horizontally in a row, unable to cross over, and forcibly cut off the retreat of Feng Yiyang's dodge, and had to force Feng Yiyang to confront each other head-on or use light skills to go to the sky.

At the moment, the three people in the middle retreated, and the other five people were also a little stunned at the moment, and as soon as the wind rose, they suddenly had an opportunity to take advantage of.

The body was originally bowed, but at this time, it suddenly exerted force, and suddenly turned into a white light, and the wind shot straight towards the empty space left by the three people.

The big samurai was on the far right of the line, and at this time he shouted something in the unintelligible Fuso dialect, and rushed straight into the wind with the samurai on both sides.

Just wait until you find the right distance before you draw your sword and strike him.

Feng Yiyang could guess with his ass that the big man was beckoning the three people to flank him, as long as the three people stepped forward in time to close the circle, it was still a dead end.

There are swords and swords all around, and now you may not be able to go to the sky.

Feng Yiyang thought about this, but the corners of his mouth showed a confident smile.

The three of them were still purple and black in front of them, and only a white shadow was seen in their field of vision, which was fleeting.

At this time, hearing the big man's angry shout, the three of them hurriedly raised their knives and slashed hard at the white shadow's location, and the sound of gold and iron clashing was clanging and ringing.

As soon as the wind blew, it stopped in front of the three people, and was torn to pieces by the combined efforts of eight people with knives.

There is no blur of flesh and blood, not even any texture of flesh and blood, only broken light and shadow.

The swords of the samurai were in pairs, and the wind that should have been chopped under the swords by everyone was already standing far away in the corner of the ring at this time.

Not only the masses, but also the emperor on the high platform were stunned, turned his head to the side and asked, "What kind of kung fu is this?"

There was obviously no one around the emperor, but a voice clearly came into the emperor's ears, calm and indifferent:

"This is a secret method in the small steps of floating light, the golden cicada sheds its shell, with extremely high speed and specific footwork, leaving an afterimage in place to confuse the enemy, and the actual deity is already a few feet away. However, this secret method needs to be practiced to the top, and the internal strength must be good to do, not a day's work, this young man can learn this trick before he is twenty years old, and he is indeed worthy of His Majesty's praise for him. ”

The emperor was very interested when he heard this: "The golden cicada is out of its shell, there is such an interesting footwork, how come I have never seen the old man surnamed Feng use it?"

The voice from nowhere was silent for a while, and said lightly, "Because, he doesn't need to use it." ”

The Emperor nodded solemnly, stopped talking, and set his eyes on the ring.

At this moment, the eyes of the three samurai had just recovered to their original state, and the eight people stood in two columns, one column of three people, and one column of five people, all of whom had a deep look of vigilance in their eyes when they looked at the wind.

And the wind, which had just stood in the corner of the ring, was raised, and the left side was facing the direction of the sun, and he once again strode and bent down, holding the knife and lowering his eyebrows.

"One cut. ”

It's another one-size-fits-all.

The same trick dares to be used a second time.

I won't be fooled by you again this time.

The samurai looked indignant as if they felt intellectually humiliated, they were not fools, nor were they inexperienced masses, on the contrary, they were the fighting elite of the Miyamoto family's outer court.

So, just a moment ago, they had already figured out the crux of the problem, sunshine.

Therefore, when the wind blows the old trick again, they all take the countermeasure, protect the sword in their hands to cover the front door, cover the eyes, if the sun shines, as long as the handle is flipped, the sunlight can be reflected back.

There is no doubt that everyone needs a moment of blindness to get the best chance of making a move.

It's just that none of them could have imagined that in this way, the posture of holding the knife at this time when they were standing in two columns was completely defensive.

Feng Yang grinned, his eyes were full of stars, and he turned into a white light and shot towards the middle of the two columns.

At the front end of the white light, there was a pure black knife that swayed like splashing ink, and the blurred light and shadow left by the black knife in white clothes became a scenery in this ring at this time.

People can't help but want to freeze time in this moment of scenery.

Feng Yiyang's attack was decisive and his body was fast, and it was too late for the samurai to change their swords and slash at this time, and in the face of the black sword that had covered everything in their eyes, they had to instinctively slash forward.

A long black light streaked through.

A real one-size-fits-all match.

A few pops, the sound of a knife into flesh.

As soon as the wind was raised, he stood in front of the samurai, and the swords in the hands of the two columns of samurai pointed at each other's bodies, of course, not only pointing, but also too much force to control them, and the swords slashed at the bodies of their companions.

One of the three samurai was stabbed twice in his body.

Tiny blood arrows flew out.

The samurai's expressions were stunned.

The blow just now was not learned casually, and the young man in front of him was really good at the knife technique.

"You hurt us with the holy sword of our Fuso Kingdom and our martial arts, and this doesn't count. The big man standing closest to Feng Yiyang took a step back in fear, raised the long knife in his hand and waved it at the wind.

With a click, the long knife in the big man's hand broke diagonally, and the broken tip fell to the ground, making a loud sound.

The big man looked at the long knife in his hand, and his expression was like seeing a ghost.

It turned out that the blow just now had already cut off his weapon unconsciously.

So fast!

As if he had expected the big man to say this, Feng Yiyang smiled indifferently, and threw the tip of the long knife downwards and threw it hard.

The long knife was inserted into the ring like tofu, exactly the same as before, except for the handle of the knife that was exposed.

"It's easy for you to see our Datang's martial arts. The wind said lightly, tilting his head slightly to the side in a very incongruous manner, making a clicking sound.