"boom!"

This punch was like thunder.

The surface of the river was filled with the sound of explosions. It was hard to imagine that this was a sound that could be stirred up by the physical body.

Crow's fist hit the sky, and the originally thin layer of arc light was almost distorted and deformed, just a hair away from exploding... It was only at this time that these extraordinary people who sincerely met in the South Hall understood what Crow had just said. the second meaning in .

He wants to... break the sky!

The water droplets gathering on the river began to tremble violently. The sky covered this area, allowing the rules in the area to be rewritten. This was their biggest home field advantage... If the sky was shattered, the outcome of this battle could already be determined. settled.

"kill--"

Wu Yong rushed forward with a knife, and he did not hesitate to attack the man at the end of the river.

Tonight's battle is not a sloppy battle. He regards himself as a hungry wolf and Song Ci as a lion. They attack and kill in a group. In a head-on confrontation, the winner should have been decided long ago!

As Wu Yong charged forward, Fatty Four, who was armed with a finger, also followed closely behind.

The riders of the team drew out their long swords and short swords. For a moment, the river surface was burning with fire, strong winds were rolling, and thunder was sweeping. The extraordinary beings from the South Hall of Sincerity came flying in. The fog and ice slag on the river surface were at this moment. Shattered into haze, into debris——

The rear of the convoy.

Qi Zhu set up his sniper, took a deep breath, and opened his eagle eyes again.

In his field of vision, the man's shadow became blurry again for an instant. This blurring was not a slight shake of the dynamic perspective, but a real split.

Qi Zhu felt that he had an illusion.

Song Ci's figure changed from "one"... to "ten thousand" that were almost overlapping and spreading out in all directions.

or more.

…

…

Wu Yong quickly approached the crow.

The man wearing a thin floral shirt did not have any sharp weapons on his body, only a pair of fists.

I have been practicing swordsmanship for twenty years.

On the day when his adoptive father brought him back to Chengxinhui, he invited a very famous sword master from Yinghai to personally teach him the practical sword techniques for killing enemies. The sword master praised his talent and praised him as A rare genius in ten years, whose personality and sword spirit are almost integrated.

Among the sword techniques he practiced, the fastest one was the sword drawing technique. This kind of sword technique is not gorgeous, and it does not have the graceful and graceful posture of a swimming dragon. It often only has an arc of light, and it only blooms after killing people.

In Dacheng's sword-drawing technique, the sword cannot be seen coming out of its sheath.

The only sound is that when it is sheathed, it will make a very clear sound of combined strikes. Then the head fell to the ground, and then the blade was slowly pulled out, without even a drop of blood being stained on the blade.

Killing invisibly.

On the day he left the army, his master told him that the most important thing about this kind of swordsmanship is not the speed of drawing the sword, but always upholding the belief that he must win. As long as he has the belief that he must win, he can always cut the fastest sword. The sword wins all duels.

And once you lose confidence in your knife.

Then the sword drawing technique will lose the hope of victory.

Wu Yong has never failed in his sword-drawing skills, and he has killed high-level extraordinary beings more than once. And this time was no exception. He was confident that as long as the crow allowed him to get close, he could kill the crow with his sword.

Soon.

Close.

Wu Yong walked very fast, his legs could not be seen clearly, his body was almost parallel to the river, like an arrowhead, and there was no other object in his eyes except Song Ci.

The opponent neither dodges nor dodges.

arrive!

Just before he was about to hit him, the crow suddenly moved, and his figure suddenly became blurry. This kind of blur was something Wu Yong couldn't catch with his naked eyes. He felt like a shadow was moving in front of him. And a certain group of shadows in it raised its feet and stamped down in an instant.

A ball of river water suddenly exploded.

Wu Yong's pupils shrank instantly. He subconsciously wanted to draw his sword and cut through the water curtain, but the sense of crisis between life and death made him suppress the urge to draw the sword. He knew that this was the domain of "Tianmu" and everything was within Under the control of the elder brother.

The next moment, the water droplets that exploded out of thin air spread into an extremely light mist in an instant.

The owner of the canopy changed the characteristics of the river.

The moment his vision returned, the hair on Wu Yong's back exploded.

A dark shadow passed before his eyes.

Song Ci did not retreat but advanced. At this moment, he suddenly rushed forward, and the two of them bumped into each other.

"Qiang——"

Draw the knife.

No longer killing people silently, the noise of the sword being unsheathed was even worse than the mocking cries of crows in the distance.

Wu Yong couldn't understand all this——

In just a moment, Song Ci almost held him in his arms.

A palm pressed down on his hand, and he wanted to draw his sword to kill the enemy, but the sword was pressed back an inch as soon as it was unsheathed.

In the end, the cold light shattered in the sheath. Song Ci withdrew his palm and allowed Wu Yong to draw the sword. What he pulled out was only fragments of the sheath and a tightly grasped handle.

Song Ci looked calm, without any expression on his face, and just stared at Wu Yong silently.

He was waiting for the other party's next response.

But Wu Yong didn't do anything. After he pulled out the handle of the knife, he was as stunned as a wood carving.

At this moment, Wu Yong finally understood what his master's teachings meant before he left the army... There was another long knife on his waist, but at this moment he didn't even have the courage to draw it.

He felt that he was very wrong.

Song Ci is indeed a lion.

But he is not a hungry wolf... more like a ridiculous ant.

"Is that all?"

Song Ci spoke softly, and Wu Yong looked up in confusion.

He saw a fist, wide in his field of vision, and finally landed on his face.

Crow's fist hurt.

This is something that the entire Chengxin Association knows...but only those who have actually been beaten know how painful this fist really is.

"boom!"

The water curtain exploded, and Wu Yong's body was punched into the river, like a collapsed building.

Song Ci unceremoniously hit Wu Yong with a powerful volley when he fell into the water. The owner of this body was like a stone thrown into the river, splashing one wave after another... …

"Second brother!"

A roar of grief and anger resounded from the river.

This roar attracted Song Ci's attention.

He suddenly rushed forward and struck his knee against the chin of the old fat man wearing a finger tiger.

This time it was a volley in the air.

The running team of dozens of people was dispersed by a bloated figure. Someone tried to catch the fourth leader of Nantang, but they regretted it the moment they raised their hands. The huge force transmitted directly broke their arms.

Qi Zhu, who was holding the gun at the end, was not pale because he had consumed a lot of mental energy to maintain his "Eagle Eye".

But the scene in front of me is really terrifying.

One after another, Song Ci was surrounded by figures, and then the figures were beaten and thrown away with great force, like sandbags and bags.

The long night on the river beach, the silence was broken.

There was a group of sleeping crows, fluttering their wings and neighing loudly.

There was a disguised hungry wolf that mixed in with the sheep and feasted on them.