I saw the white light in the ring, and the shadow of the wind with two big wind wheels couldn't see clearly, only the sound of heavy objects hitting each other, the screams of ghosts and wolves, the Chinese language was mixed with Fusang language, and the wind was proud of the roar. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Aren't you a lot of people, nine to one, I let you nine to one, don't you have a lot of knives? Come on, who dares to come and fight me, I don't need a knife. ”

There is no fairy spirit, just like a child who is proud of fighting, completely sorry for the elegant white clothes and superb martial arts.

I don't know why, except for the samurai who were fleeing in all directions, everyone had an urge to cover their faces and smile, and His Majesty the Emperor, who had originally stood up to watch the battle, also sat back in the chair at this time, covering his face with his hands and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

"How did Lao Feng teach his apprentice, I actually praised him as a sword fairy, a special mother, this kid is clearly a market hooligan. ”

The calm voice that came from nowhere also seemed to have a smile, "But I'm afraid there are not many hooligans in the world who can fight like him." ”

The emperor moved his buttocks and laughed: "Haha, that's right, this kind of one-to-many crisis that doesn't dare to make a deadly hand, even if others know that they can crack it like this, they don't have the ability to do it." ”

The emperor on the high platform smiled happily, the warriors were not in the mood to laugh, and the attentive crowd began to admire them, and when they were chased by tigers and leopards and forced out of their twelve points of skill, they still did not forget to follow the rules and ran around in the ring, seven people, none of them got off the stage and ran for their lives.

But no matter how much they broke out, there would eventually be a time when their internal strength could not continue, and the young man in white was like a madman with infinite internal strength, dancing without stopping and the two samurai were running and jumping in the ring, and three of the samurai had already been hammered off the stage one after another.

There were only three muffled sounds and the sound of landing after being hammered, and there was no time to even moan. There was a commotion under the ring, and the imperial doctor also had the sight to see it, and he had already begun to squeeze into the crowd, and it happened that the imperial doctor rushed to the vicinity when the three of them landed.

Otherwise, it is really hard to say whether such an injury is alive or dead at close range by the masses at close range, some people jokingly say that the people of Chang'an City are fierce people to outsiders, and people like this are generally good at onlookers, and there is already a taste of this before.

In the ring, except for the two wind wheels in Feng Yiyang's hands, there are only two who are still standing, and the number ratio is still superior, but everyone can see that the situation has reversed.

As soon as the wind raised his arms, he gradually stopped turning, and by inertia, he threw the two samurai to the side casually and threw them in front of the two samurai.

The long-haired samurai and the scar samurai were lying on the ground, the long-haired face was iron-blue, the scarred face was purple because of the blood pouring out, and the common feature of the two of them was foaming at the mouth, and it was estimated that they would not survive after a while.

The other two samurai kept their swords raised against the wind, and the blades trembled slightly, and they did not step forward to help their companions, and their long hair was restrained in this way.

Feng Yiyang rubbed his sour arm and walked towards the other side of the ring step by step.

Each step was like stepping on the hearts of two samurai, and each step would increase the heartbeat and breathe rapidly.

In fact, losing is not terrible, these two samurai do not have the martial arts of Yoshida Kazeno and Yagyu Ichiro, and losing is actually not an unacceptable thing for them.

What is difficult to accept is the posture of losing.

It's clear that the posture of the long-haired samurai and the scar samurai is something they would rather commit suicide and apologize than accept, it's too bad!

So as soon as the wind blew, every step they took, their livers trembled.

But Feng Yiyang didn't seem to plan to make such a big effort to turn the two of them into wind wheels, just now it was a one-to-many not advantageous, so it had to be done as a last resort, right now.

It's just two people.

As soon as the wind blows, the first step is lightly stepped on, and the second step is lifted, and every time I lift my foot, it is like I am gently tiptoeing, and my heel seems to have not completely fallen to the ground, as if it is fluttering.

Each step seems to be a breath, and each step has a unique rhythm.

Feng Yiyang's steps seemed to be slow all the time, but in fact it was a process of getting faster and faster from slow to fast, and by the time he walked in front of one of them, there was already a string of shadows behind him.

And because of the angle of the light, the people in it only saw the wind slowly walking towards them.

It's just that when the wind blows, it is still far away, and the samurai's hands are already empty without warning, and then the sky is spinning, and the clouds are soaring.

The samurai was in a daze in mid-air, and occasionally glanced in the direction of the ring, and the young man in white he saw fade away in the air as he walked.

It turned out that what he saw was a shadow.

The emperor watched the rise from the high platform, and casually asked to the side, "What kind of body is this?"

"Your Majesty's forgiveness, this kind of body method, the minister has never seen it, it looks like it should be the same as the golden cicada's shelling, it is a secret trick in the floating light small steps, all of which use fast special footwork to distort light and shadow, making people have an illusion, the speed of this footwork seems to be slower than that of the golden cicada, but the afterimage seems to be a lot more, and I can't see how he did it for the time being. ”

The flat voice finally carried a faint hint of doubt.

"Oh, I don't even know about you, that's interesting, I'm not young, but I'm not small. The Emperor said with interest as he stared at Feng Yiyang, who had already stood still in the ring.

Feng Yiyang held the sword he had snatched from the samurai's hand in his left hand, the blade was slender, the edge was sharp, and it was shiny. Feng Yiyang curiously grabbed it with his fingers, and used the internal force to break it, and the blade slowly bent into an arc.

Rigid but not brittle, sharp and light, it is a good knife.

However, it is a pity to come to the wrong place.

Feng Yiyang ignored the survivor who didn't know where to put his hand, and secretly used his internal strength to move enough, and the knife eye was bent into an arch bridge, bent more and more, and finally broke into two pieces in Feng Yiyang's hand with a bang.

Without blinking, the wind threw the two shiny broken knives in his hand on the ground and walked towards the surviving samurai.

The last surviving one kept his head down, so he didn't notice before the wind raised that the last surviving samurai turned out to be a woman.

It's just that the robe she wears is a white samurai robe that is not divided into men and women, and she has been hiding behind with her head down, plus Feng Yiyang preconceived that the people who come to compete are all men, so she has never found out that there is a woman among the samurai.

The complexion is not white, but it is definitely not too dark, it is a healthy wheat color, the facial features are not delicate but it is very comfortable to look at, there is a faint elegance, or rather, a cold feeling.

If you look closely, the figure is also very good, the kind of graceful figure that can't cover the bumps even if you wear a loose white robe.

It's still a beauty.

Feng Yiyang was taken aback in his heart, but he still took a step under his feet.

Men and women are equal, even if you are a woman, since you are standing here, you have to be beaten, but since you are a beauty, of course, you can be unequal, you can beat a little lighter.

Or try it out in a more glamorous way.

Feng Yiyang thought of this, hehe smiled evilly, but the steps under his feet did not stop at all.

It's still the same step, soft but very rhythmic, step by step, it looks leisurely, but there is already a string of shadows behind it.