Martial Arts: Start from Getting Xiao Li Fei Dao

Mission failed, nothing but death

Su Rongrong sighed lightly, just because when she saw the appearance of the flying knife, everything was over.

But what was surprising was that Li Feng was not in a hurry to use the flying knife. He just used Qing Gong to easily dodge the swordsmanship of the Central Plains.

His sword was very fast, terrifyingly fast, and his face was already distorted. I don't know how many times, Zhongyuan felt that he almost stabbed Li Feng in the heart.

But every time, it was only a little bit, just couldn't touch Li Feng.

Time has passed, and Zhongyuan Yidianhong has already made three hundred moves.

In the distance, outside the Wind and Rain Pavilion, Chu Liuxiang, holding a folding fan, hurried over, "What happened?" Chu Liuxiang looked at the two facing off in surprise.

"A little red in the Central Plains? Li Feng? How did they fight?" Chu Liuxiang asked Su Rongrong suspiciously. He was somewhat happy after seeing Su Rongrong's safety.

Su Rongrong didn't speak, but looked a little more lonely.

"Zhongyuan Yidianhong has already made [-] moves, but they can't even touch Li Feng's body."

"...That's natural. Brother Li's movement skills and light gong, even I am ashamed." Chu Liuxiang said with a smile.

The red and tired figure of Zhongyuan stopped the sword in his hand.

Breathing non-stop.

Li Feng quietly turned his back to the moonlight by the Daming Lake, and did not look at the redness of the Central Plains.

Zhongyuan Yihong was sweating and steaming all over his body, and his voice was almost hoarse.

"Five hundred moves already." Li Feng muttered to himself.

"..." The terrified Zhongyuan was a little red, and his legs trembled for the first time. He asked himself that he had killed a lot of people and met a lot of masters, but now, this man is still unscathed. Lossless.

How is this played?

His lips were trembling, and endless anger flashed in his eyes, "Let me see your flying knife."

"Do you really want to see it?" Li Feng looked at the man in front of him with regretful eyes, his eyes filled with pity and pity.

"No!" Chu Liuxiang said quickly, he knew Zhongyuan Yidianhong, and naturally he couldn't see Zhongyuan Yidianhong being killed, because Chu Liuxiang knew better than anyone that if Li Feng's flying knife shot, Zhongyuan Yidianhong would definitely die.

Li Feng raised the flying knife in his hand.

Li Feng sighed, "The people who can die in the hands of Xiao Li Feidao are all famous people in the arena. The Central Plains are a little red, your death is worth it."

"Come on!" Zhongyuan Dianhong roared loudly, the rain sprinkled on his hair and clothes, and his voice was already hoarse and trembling.

Under the moonlight, the flying knife sent out a beautiful arc.

quickly!

Most people don't know how to do it.

A little red in the Central Plains saw it.

Not even anyone else knows.

Because what he saw was not a flying knife.

Instead. . . . . . .Death, the moment he saw the flying knife, he didn't even have the thought of raising the sword.

He knew he couldn't escape.

Chu Liuxiang's figure swept away, his arms opened, trying to hold the flying knife, he had already used his fastest light work.

"The only person who can catch up with Li Feng's flying knife is Li Feng himself." Black Pearl smiled slightly and watched as the flying knife sank into the sky that was a little red in the Central Plains.

The knife went through his forehead.

A little red forehead was stained with a little red, a little red of the flying knife.

The flying knife passed through a little red head, and the water of Daming Lake splashed, and a bursting sound sounded.

The entire lake shook violently.

"You should be content to die in the hands of Xiao Li Feidao." Li Feng turned around, turned his back, and glanced at the dead body on the ground.

Chu Liuxiang stood blankly on the ferry.

Looking at the dead Central Plains a little red

His expression was bitter.

Chapter [-]: The Wonderful Monk Has No Flowers

Chu Liuxiang closed Zhongyuan's red eyes, "Rest in peace, a little red."

"Brother Chu!" Su Rongrong greeted Chu Liuxiang happily.

Chu Liuxiang ignored Su Rongrong's words and just looked up at Li Feng, "Why kill a little red?"

"He wants to die, I just fulfill his demands." Li Feng smiled lightly.

"He's my friend." Chu Liuxiang looked at Li Feng complicatedly,

"Do you know that there is something about you that is very similar to Lu Xiaofeng?"

"What?" Chu Liuxiang still remembered that when he and Li Feng first met, he also talked about Lu Xiaofeng.