Yu Zhijian dodged, but he was still a little slower. The clothes on his chest were cut open, and the tearing sound was shocking, but fortunately it did not hurt the flesh.

Ding Ding...

One of the flying knives actually shot the gun in Yu Zhijian's hand away.

"here we go!"

Changfeng had a sneer on his lips, and there were only two knives left in his hand. These two knives were held in his hand by him, just like the hook and claws of a mantis.

Swish swish swish swish...

Flashes of cold light enveloped Yu Zhijian. While dodging backwards, Yu Zhijian took out a black saber. The saber was a pitch-black dagger, which collided with the two knives of Changfeng, splashing a spark.

The knife in Changfeng's hand was getting faster and faster, dazzled, and a white light.

Yu Zhijian blocked it clearly and it was starting to struggle.

Swish...

His clothes were scratched again, and then two more sounds were heard, breaking two more places again.

Yu Zhijian gritted his teeth, as if he had already used all his solutions, but he still couldn't stop the squeaking sound from him.

When Yu Zhijian's body was cut through the tenth break, the expression on Yu Zhijian's face was still solemn, and it seemed that he had taken out his strength to take out his breasts.

Changfeng's face suddenly changed, the hideous smile on the corner of his mouth froze, and his brows also frowned. He was a conceited master, but conceit did not mean ignorance. Yu Zhijian seemed exhausted and tired of dealing with it, but after the past half day, the knife in his Changfeng's hand only cut off his clothes.

Time has not passed long, and the so-called half day is for experts.

When real masters fight, they can decide the winner in an instant, and there are times when the match is equal, which is the most awesome. However, in Changfeng's opinion, Yu Zhijian, who he had investigated in advance, does not have much ability.

For ordinary people, Yu Zhijian is the Siberian tiger of the Shencheng Army, a pivotal figure in the garrison, and has also made countless contributions.

But for him, Changfeng, such a so-called soldier king or strong man is simply vulnerable.

Ordinary people think that those steel soldiers are invincible in the world, but for real masters in the martial arts world, these so-called masters are just hard-core martial arts, and they are not effective compared to their unique skills.

The wolf king of Mobei is indeed powerful, but Lin Kun has too many shadows of the world.

Changfeng was not optimistic about Yu Zhijian. According to his prior vision, he could completely defeat Yu Zhijian within ten moves, and then wipe Chu Jingyao's throat open.

This was an order issued by Mr. Ge, and it was also a decision in his own heart.

Lin Kun once ruined him, and now he wants to let him taste the loss of his wife and children. This despair will run through his life until the day he dies.

"Is that OK?"

Yu Zhijian suddenly spoke, and the expression on his face suddenly changed. Changfeng was worried about something that happened, and the knife in Yu Zhijian's hand had already been cut at him.

Just now, Yu Zhijian just fought desperately and had no power to fight back, but in just a moment, Yu Zhijian completely reversed the situation.

Changfeng began to retreat under his feet, and the knife in his hand began to block it desperately. Yu Zhijian's offensive was much more violent than his just now.

Dingding Dingding Ding Ding...

Mars flew everywhere, Changfeng frowned, and on his solemn face, he seemed to hear the knife in his hand, which was beginning to collapse with a fierce attack on the opponent.

Bang!

Yu Zhijian kicked over, Changfeng glanced in his eyes and raised his feet to meet him.

The two of them collided with each other. With a muffled sound, the two of them retreated backwards at the same time, evenly matched. Each of them took three steps back and felt a little numb under their feet.

"How is it possible..."

Changfeng said unwillingly, "How could a subordinate named Lin have such a master? Is my information wrong? No, my information never missed!"

As he spoke, a cold light suddenly flashed in Changfeng's eyes. Taking advantage of the moment when Yu Zhijian's expression relaxed slightly, two knives suddenly flashed out of his cuffs.

The two flying knives are extremely fast, and when used at close range, the kill rate is more than 90%.

Ding Ding!

There was a sudden crisp sound in the air, and a grim smile arose from the corner of Changfeng's mouth. Before he could completely climb onto his cheeks, two cold lights leaped out and hit his flying knife.

The flying knife had reached the tip of Yu Zhijian's nose and chest, and he was about to send Yu Zhijian back to the west, but the two knives that came out of the slanting ground bounced it away directly.

Changfeng's brow jumped violently.

"Haha, it's so lively, Brother Zhijian, you have to remember to owe me a life."

A cheerful voice came, and a person walked out of the green woods next to him.

He was hunched with his back and long hair, only half of his face was exposed, and his wrist was empty on his right hand, and he played with a flying knife with his left hand. The flying knife became two, three, and then one, changing over and over again.

"Brother Kui Sheng, why are you here?" Yu Zhijian's expression was surprised.

"Don't say it's unnecessary. You can remember it if you owe me a life?" Jiang Kuisheng said with a smile.

"How about a bottle of aged flower sculpture?"

"Barrely." (Two One)

"Add another bottle of Tusu?"

“It’s almost the same.”

Jiang Kuisheng smiled and said that the knife in his hand suddenly turned into a knife that was longer and wider than the one he had just played with. Then his face suddenly turned cold, and he kicked the ground under his feet, kicking up the green grass, and jumped towards Changfeng. The cold light in his hand drew a big arc in the air, and the cold wind slashed down.

Changfeng didn't dare to be careless. He hadn't figured out what was going on yet, so why did another person suddenly appear, wave the knife in his hand and block it. (June 4th)

Dingding Dingding Ding Ding...

Jiang Kuisheng had only one hand, but he was extremely fast in his knife. Although Changfeng could deal with it, he had almost no chance to fight back. At the same time, his arms were numb and he was numb. He stepped back continuously, and suddenly shouted: "Ah!" The two knives in his hand forced counterattack and slashed at Jiang Kuisheng.

Normally, Jiang Kuisheng should also be fighting for his life, and the two of them compete with each other.

But the result was that Jiang Kuisheng saw Changfeng trying his best, so he immediately retreated aside.

Before Changfeng could figure out what was going on, he was about to go forward to chase him, and suddenly another figure rushed out from the slanting ground. The man was holding two short-barrel hunting rifles in his hand. The short-barrel hunting rifles were not used as guns, but as iron sticks.

Dingding Dingding Ding Ding...
Chapter completed!