Chapter one hundred and fourteen, the basic form of the knife
Lu Feng was shocked. The weakest of the four people he talked to had the peak strength of the chakra realm.
Looking to the other side, there was a table with one person and one drink. There was a long knife leaning on the table. The dry meat was like a delicacy in the mouth of the person, and he ate it with great pleasure.
"Do it," at the command, the table overturned and the chairs fell over. A few sneaky people took out long knives from under the table and all slashed at the man who was drinking and eating meat alone.
"Is it him?" Tang Yuan said.
Lu Feng looked around and saw that the person being besieged was the bounty soul hunter whom the two met earlier in Junman Tower. He was out of tune with the surroundings and took on the mission alone.
"Ding..." The sound of weapons clashing came out.
"Draw the knife!?"
Lu Feng let out a cry of surprise and looked at the besieged man in disbelief.
I saw that the man looked calm and calm, and faced a sudden sneak attack as if it were a common occurrence. He casually drew out the long knife on the side and easily resolved the crisis.
However, the gesture and gesture of drawing the knife shocked Lu Feng and he couldn't help but admire him.
"I didn't expect to see people who have such excellent sword skills in this rural place."
"What?" Tang Yuan looked at Lu Feng in surprise, not knowing what he meant.
Just now, he only saw four sneaky people suddenly slashing at the lone bounty hunter with knives, and then the bounty hunter caught them with a knife. It was a simple scene, but he didn't see any great sword skills.
Lu Feng reminded: "Remember carefully, he just took the knife from the table, drew it, and blocked the enemy's attack."
Tang Yuan paused for a moment, a hint of shock flashed across his face, and he lost his voice: "He... reacted so quickly."
Lu Feng nodded and further said: "This is a speed trained by countless deaths. Anyone who often licks blood from the edge of a knife will have it. But what surprised me was not his reaction, but his control of the knife."
"Control of the knife?" This was the first time Tang Yuan heard this term.
"Have you ever heard of the Ten Styles of the Sword?"
Tang Yuan shook his head: "I have only heard that the highest level of a knife wielder is to dance with a knife and splash water without touching your clothes."
Lu Feng smiled and said, "Dancing with a knife and splashing water without touching clothes is the introduction to the sword style. Anyone who has mastered the sword to a certain level can achieve this step."
Tang Yuan became interested, "What is the sword style?"
"The sword style is the basic way to use a sword. Any weapon has its own unique style. Knives have sword styles, and swords have sword styles."
Lu Feng paused, pointed at the few people fighting in the distance, and continued: "Like the sword that the bounty hunter used when he resisted the attack. Don't look at it. He just simply pulled the sword out of the scabbard. Among them,
The speed, angle, and strength contained in it are all brought to the ultimate perfection, and this sword alone is no weaker than ordinary spiritual skills."
Tang Yuan recalled the scene just now. It was indeed as Lu Feng said. It was perfect. Whether it was strength, angle or speed, if it lacked even a tiny bit, I'm afraid the bounty hunter would have died in a sneak attack.
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Lu Feng continued: "The sword draw is only one type of sword style, and there are ten types of sword styles.
‘Pumping and throwing points, trembling and shaking’
As long as any swordsman masters and understands one of them, he will benefit from it for life. The sword style is the highest pursuit of every swordsman."
Tang Yuan heard it a little smoothly, and unconsciously recited it again: "'Pull, lift, throw, tremble, flash, shake and spin'."
"Has anyone mastered all the sword styles?"
Lu Feng recalled with a hint of admiration: "As far as I know, there are less than three people on this continent who know all the ten sword styles."
"Less than three people!?" After listening to Lu Feng's words, Tang Yuan realized how difficult it was to control the sword style. He looked at the man being surrounded in the distance and said in a voiceless voice: "Is he so powerful?"
Lu Feng nodded solemnly: "Such people are either born with a special understanding of knives, or they have terrible perseverance."
"Perseverance?" Tang Yuan was a little confused about Lu Feng's words.
Lu Feng explained: "Dagger drawing is the easiest sword style to master. Ordinary swordsmen practice drawing the knife tens of thousands of times every day for ten consecutive years, and they have the opportunity to master it."
"Uh..." Tang Yuan was stunned and couldn't help but smile, "What ordinary person can do this?"
Tang Yuan was a little curious, as Lu Feng said, did he have terrible perseverance or amazing talent?
He looked towards the bounty hunter who had been forced into a corner in the distance.
"Boss, why hasn't the poison of Huan Ling Powder taken effect yet?" one of the sneak attackers said.
The leader replied: "Keep going, he is using his spiritual energy to delay the poison, and he won't be able to hold on for long."
As soon as the words fell, the four of them started to kill the soul hunter again.
Tang Yuan discussed with Lu Feng on the side: "Do you want to help?"
Lu Feng looked at the situation in front of him and analyzed the strength of the four sneaky people. One was at the peak of the chakra realm, two were at the early stage of the condensation realm, and one was at the middle stage of the condensation realm. Such a lineup besieged an early stage of the condensation realm.
reached a balanced situation.
It can be seen that the bounty soul hunter is so powerful that he can actually fight one against four even when he is poisoned!
Just when Lu Feng hesitated and decided to step forward to help, he suddenly saw the soul hunter taking out a dagger and stabbing him in the thigh.
He was actually trying to use pain to stay awake and stimulate the movement of spiritual energy.
Seeing this, the four sneaky people couldn't help but show some fear, and eagerly attacked again.
The weakest among them was caught by the soul hunter because he was out of touch. He dodged and slashed diagonally with his long knife. He slashed in the chest and died instantly.
"Fourth brother..." The other three roared in pain, their eyes began to become bloodshot, and they slashed angrily at the soul hunter, as if they wanted to avenge their dead brothers.
"Ding, ding, ding" clangs were heard from the collision between the knives. The remaining three were blinded by hatred, and their attacking momentum became much more ruthless.
The soul hunter was gradually at a disadvantage.
A sound of "呲" came out clearly.
Lu Feng looked around and saw that there was another dagger on the soul hunter's thigh. He was holding on to his lax consciousness and resisting with terrifying willpower.
Lu Feng and the others could no longer sit still and jumped forward, ready to intervene and help.
"Get out of the way!"
The soul hunter roared at Lu Feng and the two of them, his sharp eyes like a lone wolf, unwilling to accept the help of the two of Lu Feng.
Tang Yuan stopped and said unhappily: "You have good intentions to save people, but you are so ungrateful."
Lu Feng took a look at the soul hunter who was still fighting desperately, saw the tenacious coldness in his eyes, and the unyielding expression, and said with emotion: "Maybe he just doesn't want to owe others favors."
Tang Yuan was surprised, and couldn't help but look at the soul hunter a few times, and asked with some worry: "Then can he survive like this?" Lu Feng stared straight at the soul hunter, ready to take action at any time.
In preparation, he softly responded to Tang Yuan's words, "He has never used any sword or magic skills until now. The battle with those people relied on his rich practical experience."
"Point the knife!"
As Lu Feng spoke, he was once again shocked by the soul hunter. He saw that he was calm in the face of danger, seizing the flash of lightning, tapping his sword gently, and passed through the gap in the enemy's defense.
Then a martial artist who was in the early stage of the Condensation Realm had his throat instantly penetrated, a red gash appeared on his neck, and he fell to the ground.
Lu Feng knew that the soul hunter was very strong when he committed suicide, but now he realized that he had underestimated him. The soul hunter was much stronger than he had expected.
Tang Yuan was also shocked on the spot. He could only blink his eyes just now, but he didn't see much clearly. The soul hunter's hand holding the long sword shook just like that, and he miraculously killed an opponent.
The soul hunter fought off the remaining two people with one blow and leaned weakly against the wall. His pants and clothes were soaked in blood from the self-inflicted wounds on his legs.
Until now, all the injuries on his body were caused by himself, and the four people didn't even touch him!
Lu Feng originally thought that the weak soul hunter had reached his limit, but unexpectedly he took out a dagger and stabbed it in the thigh.
Lu Feng couldn't help but admire: "He is gambling with his life."
There was a hint of solemnity in Tang Yuan's eyes. He was still unwilling to accept help from others after fighting like this. He didn't know whether to call him rigid or principled.
But this kind of temperament is often the most admirable.
At this point in the battle, the sword in the soul hunter's hand was still very steady. There was no sloppiness in the process of drawing out the sword and retracting it. It was as perfect as a textbook.
"Um?"
Lu Feng was shocked when he discovered that the soul hunter actually broke through at this critical moment and reached the middle stage of the Dan Condensation Realm!
"He is so courageous!" Tang Yuan was also surprised. He forced a breakthrough during the battle. If he was not careful and his breath became unstable, it would be fatal.
"Whoa" a cold light flashed, and then a round head rolled out along the floor.
"Draw the knife!"
Lu Feng once again saw the soul hunter's sword skill. If it was possible to use it once by luck, then this second time, the skillful second time not only used it but also used it in actual combat, it can only show that that
The bounty hunter knows how to draw a knife by heart.
"No..." the last remaining person roared, losing his mind and rushing towards the soul hunter desperately.
This time, the soul hunter did not use his fierce and fierce sword skills. Instead, he ducked sideways, pulled out the dagger from his leg and threw it out, finishing off the panicked last person.
Regardless of their combat power or combat experience, the four of them were far behind the soul hunters.
After the battle, the exhausted soul hunter could no longer hold on. He thrust his long knife into the ground, touched the injured acupuncture point on his leg, leaned weakly on the wall on one side, and slowly fell asleep.
In addition to Lu Feng and the two of them, there were many onlookers in the Maple Forest Crossing in the battle just now, but no one intervened. They all had the mentality of just watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously.
But after the battle ended, a few young people began to have bad ideas.
"That person should be a soul hunter. He must have a lot of treasures."
"You don't want your life, how dare you steal something from this kind of person?"
"Kill him while he is sick, what are you afraid of!"