Hua Feihua really wanted to tell Yan Murong that he was not blind. And he saw that he had no weapons in his eyes.
Yan Murong wore a suit, which was a casual stand-up collar shirt. It was not as old-fashioned as a traditional shirt--at least he wouldn't be too restricted when he fought with others.
Wearing such a whistle, can you take out a knife from your arms?
A knife may not be possible, but it is OK to take out a dagger.
"Show you guys-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
After saying that, Yan Murong took off her suit jacket and threw it away. After making a sound in the wind, the suit jacket was accurately hung on the rearview mirror of Xuewen's Audi----- Then Yan Murong began to untie the belt.
Yan Murong is not a pervert, nor does he have the habit of being exposed in the street. He will not untidy his clothes at this time---what he untied it was not a belt, but a soft sword wrapped in the belt.
"Swish-----"
A light raised with one hand. A silver light suddenly appeared.
"Buzz-----"
Because Yan Murong's movements were too fast, the soft sword trembled as soon as it was pulled out. The sword also made a sound of hissing, as if he couldn't wait to kill the enemy and drink blood.
"What a beautiful sword."
Xue Wen, who was sitting in the car, exclaimed in the moment when Yan Murong drew his sword. She looked at the soft sword that was shining with dazzling cold light under the street light.
This man once said that he has a sword that has not seen blood for thirty years. This one should be it.
Yes. The soft sword that Yan Murong pulled out of the belt was Xue Shang, who was famous in Jinghua thirty years ago. When Xuemin was in the Western Restaurant, when he used the time to go to the bathroom to report to Chang Xiaopeng, Yan Murong sent it. A text message. Five minutes later, the little snake had already delivered the sword to him.
The sword's body is one meter two in length. The sword edge is made of characteristic materials. The entire sword body is shining with a dazzling silver light.
"What a beautiful sword."
This was Hua Feihua’s thought at this time. The moment Yan Murong drew his sword, his eyes were immediately attracted.
He is a martial arts practitioner and has a great interest in weapons. When he sees Yan Murong's sword, he knows that it is not an ordinary rank. The boss with his eyes wide open, and his eyes are filled with greed light.
"Good boy, I actually used a soft sword." Hua Feihua laughed and pulled out a pair of double hooks from behind and said, "Haha. Today I just happened to test whether you are qualified to use this sword. If you lose. Then I'll take this sword for you."
"You think it's beautiful." Yan Murong sneered disdainfully. Her wrist trembled. The soft sword body just now became straight.
"No, the realm of internal energy is not low. It's just that I'm too young." Hua Feihua nodded and said indifferently to his hand holding a spear. "Junior brother. Since your eyes are inconvenient, let me do this game. .”
After the words came, Hua Feihua's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
In fact, to put it bluntly, Hua Feihua is just a normal person. It is not a superman who changes clothes in a telephone booth on the side of the road. It is just that his speed is too fast. It has reached the limit of the speed of a normal person. Therefore, ordinary people cannot see it. He can only think that this guy will move instantly.
Yan Murong was also shocked when she saw Hua Feihua's body movements. Her expression became solemn. Even if he was the one, she could only barely see a black shadow clearly.
"bite-----"
Just as the double hooks fell, Yan Murong quickly stepped back. Xue Shang in his hand swung out a sword and collided with the double hooks in Hua Feihua's hand. After making a crisp sound, it brought up a little spark.
"It's interesting."
Hua Feihua stopped and stood not far in front of Yan Murong. She looked at Xue Shang in Yan Murong's hand and said with satisfaction. "Not bad. This sword is really good. It can be hard or soft. This is the sword used by a real man.”
Can be hard or soft.
Yan Murong became evil in an instant----The one that can be hard and soft is not called a sword. It is called a chicken~ a chicken.
However, Yan Murong was not in the mood to teach this old guy a physiology lecture class now. It seemed as if he hadn't heard him. His steps were slightly paused, and he turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Hua Feihua.
"It's too slow." Hua Feihua made a disdainful voice. The double hooks in her hand quickly raised. Just as Yan Murong's sword was about to cut his throat, the double hooks had already blocked the fierce attack.
"Ding Ding Ding-----"
The sound of metal collisions is endless. Mars are splashing everywhere. Mo Ran is blind. Naturally, they can't see the moves of the two. However, Xue Wen is not blind in the car. However, she can only see two black shadows flashing constantly. Move and jump. If it weren't for the sparks generated by the swords that were occasionally emitted from the black shadow to collided with double hooks, she would have thought this was a supernatural event.
"So amazing." Xue Wen thought to herself with an exquisite little mouth, looking at the two black shadows with an incredible look on her face.
"Not bad. Not bad. I can actually force me to use 50% of my strength."
The plain sound of Hua Feihua came from the dark shadow.
"It seems that you are not worthy of using this sword."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Murong felt that the sword in his hand suddenly tightened and looked in the direction of the sword body. He found that the double hooks in Hua Feihua's hand had already strangled the sword body. And two more strands of silk appeared on the double hooks. The thin line tightly wraps around the sword body that looks like a fish intestine.
"I want to take my sword. Go back and raise the pillow. Go dreaming."
Yan Murong snorted coldly, and his wrist shook. The sword body that was standing erect like a javelin suddenly became soft. At the same time, an internal energy poured into the sword body along the hilt of the sword.
"hiss-----"
The two thin lines wrapped around the sword body broke in response to the sound. Yan Murong also pulled the sword with the flow. Then the soft sword made a crisp sound of breaking through the air like a whip, and sucked towards Hua Feihua.
"Hiri's sword, so strong internal strength." Hua Feihua shouted coldly. "Boy, I can only see you and have a fight with you. I actually hide my strength."
"Get out of here. You can look at me. I look down on you." Yan Murong was not at all at all. While swearing, the soft sword thrust towards Hua Feihua's throat. As long as he rolled the other person's neck, it was so light. With a light pull, the other party’s head will be separated from the body.
Of course, Hua Feihua knew how powerful it was. She had a slight side of her body and double hooks blocked both sides of her neck.
"So stupid." Yan Murong sneered. With his wrist flipped, the soft sword changed from sweeping to straight slash.
Hua Feihua was shocked and had no time to retreat. She could only hold up her double hooks to meet them to resist Yan Murong's sharp slash.
"It's so stupid." Yan Murong smiled even happier.
"Ding-----" This is the sound of the collision between the sword body and the double hook.
"Hiss-----" This is the sound of the sword cutting the clothes and tearing the skin.
PS: Hurry up and hurry up. Finally, I rushed out before twelve o'clock.