The strongest door-to-door son-in-law

Chapter 897 The Man in Red

Unexpectedly, before he could stand still, the third sword swung up again, like a blue dragon rising from the abyss, making a strange scream and striking at Ye Feng's waist!
Ye Feng's pupils shrank, and he quickly turned around in the air. He held the knife in his hands and slashed at the back of No. 3 man in black at an extremely tricky angle.

"Crack!"

The two swords struck each other, and sparks suddenly shot out.

No. 3 The man in black slowly turned around: "Sure enough, I'm really good at it. It looks like I'm going to use the special skill of pressing the bottom of the box!"

No.3 The man in black held the sword in his hand across his chest and murmured: "The clear water washes away the dust, like a dream and traces; the clear water is like silk, it goes as you please; the clear water is like a bath, it washes away the mind!"

No. 3 The man in black came singing and swept his sword diagonally. Sparkling water seemed to fill the air, and it was impossible to see where the sword was moving!
In the water waves all over the sky, swords are coming from all directions, and they can't be traced!

Ye Feng suddenly felt as if no matter how hard he dodges, the sword would hit him. For a moment, he was like a trapped blue dragon, helpless!

There was a sharp flash of light and shadow in mid-air, and the water waves all over the sky disappeared immediately. The knife of the man in black No. 3 had already reached a few inches in front of Ye Feng's eyes!
"Three seconds of death!" No. 3 man in black suddenly shouted.

Before Ye Feng could react, No. 3's first knife had already been struck by the man in black.

I saw him twisting his body from bottom to top and making a stab. There was nothing fancy about this stab, it was a real stab.

Ye Feng's body-protecting spiritual power was scratched first, followed by two more knives, exactly the same as the first knives.

It took exactly three seconds to complete the three cuts, one cut per second.

Afterwards, No. 3, the man in black, raised his knife on the ground and looked at Ye Feng quietly. He wanted to watch Ye Feng kneel down for him slowly.

Although the protective spiritual power was broken, fortunately he was wearing the armor of the Purple Electric Spirit Crocodile.

"You lose!" Ye Feng roared angrily, clasped his palms together, and slashed out with a knife with his backhand, a blazing flame burning on the surface of the knife in his hand.

The knife struck out, and a magical scene appeared.

A three-meter-tall fiery crescent moon swept out from the sky in front of Ye Feng and flew towards No. 3 man in black at an incredible speed.

No. 3 The man in black looked shocked. It was too late to dodge at this time. He had no choice but to hold the sword across his chest and catch Ye Feng's move forcefully.

There was only a loud "boom", and the moment No. 3 was blocked by the man in black, there was an explosion in front of him, and a huge wave of air knocked him backwards.

Flying upside down five or six meters away, No. 3 man in black knelt on the ground. The sword in his hand also flew far away and lay dimly on the ground.

A burst of red mist suddenly appeared, the three men in black disappeared, and a man in red walked out of the mist.

This man held a Japanese sword in his hand and was dressed in red Japanese traditional clothing. He had a gentle smile on his face and a pair of clear eyes as calm as a calm pond.

The man in red looked at Ye Feng and praised: "You are indeed strong and worthy of my attack. The sword in my hand is named 'Muramasa' and is seven feet two inches long."

The man in red said, his face calm, and he slowly pulled out the sword with his right hand.

Muramasa is a tachi with a very clear appearance. The entire blade exudes water-like ripples and luster, and it seems to be as gentle as the man in red's temper!
The man in red did not attack immediately, but smiled slightly and said, "Before we attack, can I ask you a few questions?"

Ye Feng was stunned and nodded: "Ask me!"

"Have you ever thought about what the ultimate meaning of cultivation is?" The man in red said slowly, his face unusually calm and peaceful.

Ye Feng pondered for a moment and said, "Make yourself stronger."

"Make yourself stronger?" The man in red smiled and shook his head slightly. "Is there something wrong?" Ye Feng was puzzled.

"The true meaning of practice is to transcend your own limits and pursue the meaning of life! When you can feel the breath of the earth, the lightness of the wind, and the coolness of the water, you have truly grasped the true meaning of practice."

"It's not about killing, it's not about fighting for fame and fortune, it's just about feeling life and nature!"

Ye Feng was silent, frowning, thoughtful for a moment, and suddenly said loudly: "Since you have such a clear understanding of cultivation, why do you want to kill me? Isn't this contrary to what you said?"

The man in red smiled: "I kill you because I want to pursue the meaning of life. Who told you to be so powerful?"

Ye Feng really wanted to yell.

The man in red chuckled and held the sword upside down. A cool breeze blew in, making his clothes flutter slightly.

His face also seemed to become very calm, as if he was deep in thought!
Ye Feng's pupils shrank slightly and he summoned the blue phantom sword in his hand.

This guy is more powerful than the three men in black before combined!
"I'm here!" The man in red smiled slightly, and somehow, with three steps, he was already in front of Ye Feng.

The clear sword light flashed in mid-air, and Muramasa was slashing at him diagonally.

Muramasa's sword wasn't very fast, and it wasn't very murderous. It didn't seem difficult to dodge at all.

Ye Feng was shocked and uncertain. He was cautious and did not fight back easily. He just quickly took two steps back!
Something happened that surprised Ye Feng.

The clear Muramasa in mid-air passed through a not very rapid arc, and appeared strangely at Ye Feng's waist.

If Ye Feng continued to retreat, he might have to hit Muramasa's sharp blade hard.

Ye Feng was shocked, and he dodged to the left. His left leg immediately rose up through the air, bringing up a gust of wind and hitting the man in red on the head.

A clear arc of light flashed in mid-air, and Muramasa strangely appeared in the direction of Ye Feng's left leg.

If Ye Feng still continues to attack, it will be like sending his left leg to Muramasa's sharp blade.

Ye Feng's expression changed, he turned over and withdrew his legs, then stepped back again, but he didn't even have a chance to draw his sword.

The man in red chased after him, and every time Muramasa appeared at the position where Ye Feng was about to retreat extremely accurately, and he also cleverly blocked all his counterattack routes, making Ye Feng extremely uncomfortable.

You can't retreat, you can't attack, you can only dodge in a very embarrassed manner!

Ye Feng was already vomiting blood in discomfort and retreated step by step. Every time, the enemy took advantage of him, which had a huge psychological impact on him.

Gradually, Ye Feng's momentum was taken away, the situation became more and more passive, and he would soon be unable to withstand it!

In mid-air, Muramasa swooped at him diagonally, still not very fast, but the subtle angle still blocked all possible attacks from Ye Feng.

At this time, Ye Feng had almost no way to retreat, and there was a wall three feet behind him!
"You lose!" The man in red said this, and a light and shadow flashed past.

At the same time, a circle of black light mist spread out with Ye Feng as the center...

The light and shadow were sluggish, and a purple light flashed across.

(End of this chapter)