Chapter 13 Section 6

Looking at the battle that was forcibly interrupted by his surprise attack below, Feng Yu continued to say triumphantly: "I set a trap here long ago. I just wanted to kill the hunters to pass the time, but I didn't expect to catch a big fish." The fate of "Great Lucky Star" is really suitable for him. Feng Yu smiled so brightly that he almost couldn't see his eyes. "... His grandma's!" Mantis tapped three acupuncture points on his left shoulder, sealing the blood vessels. When the wind blows, Fengyu disappears. The Shangguan also disappeared. The interrupted battle resumed, and the Iron Crusaders and the Shangguan Group fought into a mess again.

When Fengyu stopped, he was already outside Qitiao Street. Feng Yu stopped because a flying knife happened to pass over his cheek, cutting off half of his ear. The Shangguan also stopped. From a distance, Shangguan sized up the stranger, who was standing on the advertising signboard on the third floor. Indeed, this young man exudes an indescribable strength and extraordinary strength. But... why is there a strange "will not to fight" in this young man's fighting spirit? "Shangguan Wuyan, everyone says that you are the number one throwing knife in Asia, the knife is deadly, and you never miss out."

Feng Yu's eyes are bright. Shangguan shrugged, noncommittal. Feng Yu grinningly stroked his half-remaining right ear, and continued without any anger: "But your flying knife, which you claim is never in vain, does not seem to be as miraculous as the legend, right?" The Shangguan shrugged again. There are many variables in the face of the enemy. Although the proud throwing knife may not be perfect, but the knife shot from behind the young man just now, I did aim at the veins of the back of his neck, not the ear. How could the skill of flying knives that has been honed over thousands of years deviate so much?

"Legends are always exaggerated." Shangguan said lightly. "It's really modest." Feng Yu clapped vigorously. "The way you applaud is disgusting." The expressionless Shangguan said bluntly. "What I'm going to do later is more annoying." Of course Feng Yu didn't care, and continued with a bright smile: "I've heard many people say that, apart from Xu Fu's old ghost who doesn't know whether he exists or not, the strongest blood race in the world today is actually not Kimaru Albus , but you, Shangguan Wuyan." "..."

"Are you stronger than Albus or you, Shangguan? Only one person will know the standard answer." Feng Yu's voice trembled from over-excitement: "That's me." "?" "In today's world, I am probably the only one who has the honor to fight against the two of you consecutively on the same day." Feng Yu excitedly rubbed his fists: "When I think that I will know the answer in a while, I will... I just...hahahaha! Then I will laugh till I cry!" Shangguan couldn't help sighing. Still laughing, Feng Yu generously showed the silk thread in his hand, filled with true energy, and blade energy soared.

"Although it is definitely not as powerful as the senior, but the junior is very strong! Please do your best to kill the senior from the beginning, don't be too careless, you will be killed by the junior if you are not careful." Feng Yuxi waved the blade in his hand diligently A flickering street lamp on the street was immediately cut off by the blade line. Shangguan pointed at his eyebrows. "Wait a minute, my knife will shoot between your eyes." Shangguan looked at the condescending young man lightly, and said, "You will be so painful that tears will flow out."

"My God! The legend is true! The legend is true!" Feng Yu was ecstatic, and the energy of the "Great Lucky Star" surged fiercely in his body: "It is said that Shangguan Wuyan, who used to be nicknamed Death God, would announce The enemy's death method, and it must be done! Oh my god, I really want to cry! I was announced by the death god the legendary death prophecy hahaha!" It's indescribably disgusting. The figure of Shangguan shot an arrow. People are like flying knives, and flying knives are better than flying knives. Feng Yu's pupils shrink into a tiny dot.

As a peerless genius, all the experience of fighting against the top masters will be directly transformed into the improvement of strength. Fengyu naturally has such abilities, especially not long ago when he fought against the super strong Albus. Yu's six senses are extremely keen. Facing Shangguan who was rushing up violently, Feng Yu concentrated his attention and used all his mental power to compress and compress Shangguan's swift and incomparable figure into sight. The time world, which was originally stagnant, was frozen and then frozen in this moment of life-and-death confrontation.

Feng Yu, who was tightly wrapped by the "lucky glare", could clearly see Shangguan's figure in the strange spiritual world, and even Shangguan's facial expression was engraved in his eyes. His fingertips trembled, and the piano edge full of qi moved slightly. For some unknown reason, Feng Yu felt that his martial arts level had risen sharply. Not only was Shangguan's extremely fast figure, he even clearly saw the legendary Shangguan's throwing knife. The flying knife slowly left Shangguan's hand. ——It turned out to be such a gesture! The flying knife draws beautiful meteor trails in the air in slow motion.

——It turned out to be this kind of arc! Fly to approach yourself slowly. ——It turned out to be this sense of oppression! Like an omen of death, the flying knife was approaching between his eyes. But Feng Yu couldn't move, and even the fingers tied to the piano edge didn't respond at all. "..." Feng Yu felt that the flying knife that was getting closer was full of Shangguan's will. Still unable to move. Even though his mental ability can already clearly see the legendary mysterious flying knife, his body has not yet realized the existence of the flying knife.The spiritual attainment of martial arts and the advancement of physical martial arts are not in harmony at this moment.

It's okay, it doesn't matter. It's just a flying knife getting closer... Because my body is extremely hot... "?" Feng Yu was stunned, and the raging flame of the "big lucky star" in his body went out instantly. There was nothing left, not even a single embers left, all the lucky brilliance covering Feng Yu's body disappeared, and the strong pride and self-confidence also disappeared. Only the confusion that never really existed in Feng Yu's body remained. There was an unprecedented coldness between the eyes. With the penetration of this coldness, there was an irresistible force in his brain, pulling his neck back, Feng Yu had no choice but to raise his eyes and look at the sky. Even looking at the sky, in the interlacing of the last figures, Fengyu finally sensed... this man! On this man's body is actually inhabited—the eternal life "Hundred Life Hidden Scales"? Shangguan down. Feng Yu looked at the sky and was forced to feel the unbearable pain. It was so painful that tears flowed down uncontrollably. "You still haven't said a word of dialogue." Shangguan took out a cigarette from the inner pocket of the leather coat. Light it up, close your eyes, and take a deep breath. The windbreaker on Fengyu's back split, and a gust of energy burst out, blasting the back of the windbreaker into countless gray butterflies. This is Shangguan's latest punch in order to get rid of the thick-muscled third type of human "gray beast" in an instant. Leaning and hitting, beyond the super speed beyond the visual world. "when……" Feng Yu stared blankly at the dark sky, his vision gradually blurred. The strength of this kind of fist is not comparable to that of Albus, but it hits himself. I didn't even realize Shangguan's movement of punching... "Legends can't keep up with me." Before finishing the cigarette, Shangguan left. When the "big lucky star" struggled to break free from Fengyu, it gave off a burst of auspicious light in this hopeless city. This huge energy full of auspicious light did not attract the attention of all life hunters, because when it left Feng Yu's body without business, it had already been quietly watched. "It's a rare good thing." Holding the jug in one hand, and gently imprisoning this precious life with the other. This middle-aged man with a bearded face and a long coat made of wild grass with a brush burped a super-stinky belch. Another peerless and extraordinary life-hunter talent appeared. 〖Dream without boundaries Fate: Emotional Survival: 350 years Symptoms: I often think I am dreaming when I am awake, but I think I am awake when I am dreaming.Reality and dreams are often confused, because dreams are too clear, while the reality of real life gradually peels off, causing you to often be unable to focus on real life. Traits: Fate-eating hosts can't distinguish between reality and dreams, and they thrive.Usually this sense of confusion can help the host escape from the unsatisfactory real life, but on the contrary, it will also make the host not want to make efforts to change the plight of real life. Evolution: Great Nightmare〗