Martial Arts: Start from Getting Xiao Li Fei Dao

"You haven't answered my question yet."

Black Pearl continued.

"I've already tasted that. If Li Feng didn't keep his hands that day, I'd be dead."

Chu Liuxiang said lightly, staring at Wuhua who was facing off against Li Feng in the distance.

"You go first."

Li Feng said with a gesture.

"very good!"

Wuhua slowly drew his sword, closed his eyes, faced the weak cold wind, and moved up and down the body to protect the body's Yijin magic, "The Yijin Jing of the Shaolin School has been learned by Wuhua, no wonder he is so confident. ."

Linghu Chong sighed 917.

"Brother Chong, you'll be fine."

Ren Yingying said bitterly.

"Yingfeng, slash with a knife!"

Wuhua's figure jumped up and stopped in mid-air, the sword in his hand emitted a cold light, and the Yijinjing, which served as a defensive shield, appeared in front of him.

An infinite Buddha light appeared all over the body.

The lonely man in white, looking up at Wuhua, the flying knife has appeared! The flying knife, and Dongying:'s Yingfeng slash instantly shot at the same time.

It is synchronous, because Li Feng has deliberately slowed down a beat.

He has slowed down for a second or so: .

The moment Yingfeng slashed his hand.

The flying knife just passed a sound of breaking wind.

The flying knife has been shot.

Tianfeng Shirou, his pupils were terrified, and his eyes looked at the scene in front of him in shock.

The moment the flying knife shot.

Flowerless smiled.

"Li Feng! You've been fooled, my Jin Yi Shen ability can prevent all attacks in the world..."

Wuhua only felt a sweetness in his throat.

The flying knife pierced through the golden protective shield of Yi Jin magic art.

Straight through his heart.

Blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

What a beautiful flying knife.

What a gorgeous flying knife.

In the face of death, you can understand how fast you can fly.

The man in white looked blankly at the wonderful monk Wuhua who fell to the ground in front of him.

"You ask for death, I can only satisfy you, the answer you want."

Li Feng turned his back, slowly drank the fine wine, and looked at the morning light in the sky comfortably. The morning light shone on his handsome and somewhat indifferent face.

He is always smiling...

Wuhua slowly fell to the ground.

The heart was directly penetrated, and blood flowed from the seven orifices up and down the whole body.

"No flowers!"

Shirou Tianfeng jumped and appeared in front of Wuhua, holding his dead son in his arms.

No sadness or joy, just disappointment in his eyes.

"You still lose."

"..."

Wuhua was expressionless, because he could no longer answer, but his eyes seemed to convey a terrible message.

"Your son died, aren't you sad?"

Li Feng drank the fine wine and said slowly.

"I don't need grief. For the sake of the samurai spirit, death deserves."

Fourteenth Lang Tianfeng looked at Li Feng coldly, and then pulled out... the sword again, pointing at Li Feng, "I have been practicing painstakingly for more than ten years, and now, I am proficient in the golden bell hood, coupled with Shaolin Jiuyang Gong and Shaolin Yi Jin Jing, your flying knife can't beat me."

There was confidence in his words.

"You killed Master Tianfeng ten years ago"

Li Feng's expression changed slightly.