deadly mantra

Chapter 141 It’s been a long time since I met such a hard-working person.
Killing intent, attacking people.

Lu Wenxing took a few steps back, raised his sword to block the knife, and stared closely into Ji Fanyin's eyes.

In the past two years, he has constantly challenged the limits of what he can bear, just so that he can have a hearty battle with her when they meet again.

At this moment, Ji Fanyin's skill increased sharply, his sharp edge was fully displayed, and his whole person glowed with a dazzling brilliance.

Lu Wenxing felt the blood in his body boil.

Exciting!

Lu Wenxing roared angrily, using up the internal energy throughout his body, like an unsheathed blade, revealing his cold light, displaying an astonishing sword move.

The sword is ruthless, the sword is faster!
Ji Fanyin's face was cold and stern, and the black panther in his hand met the sword's edge impartially, breaking every move at once.

Just a few fierce crashes were heard, and sparks flew everywhere.

The surrounding area of ​​a hundred meters was shrouded in evil aura like a rain of blood.

The speed of the two was too fast for the naked eye to chase, which made Huo Liuying marvel.

The black panther in Ji Fanyin's hand glowed with bloodthirsty red light, leaving a bloody opening on Lu Wenxing's cheek. The blood droplets splashed into the air. Before they fell, another knife cut through Lu Wenxing's chest clothes.

The terrifying air flow blew up Lu Wenxing's flying hair. He was forced to retreat, avoiding Ji Fanyin's kick. He glanced behind him and saw the green tree he was about to hit. There was no way to hide.

He stepped on the tree trunk, walked up a few meters along the tree, turned back to face Givenin, and slashed from top to bottom with the sharp blade.

Ji Fanyin's sword style changed rapidly, bringing out a killing intent, and a loud "clang" sound was heard.

The astonishing sword energy cut off a strand of Lu Wenxing's flying hair and flew straight into the sky, cutting through the thick tree trunk as easily as cutting tofu.

When the tree pole fell down and was about to hit Lu Wenxing's back, Ji Fanyin grabbed Lu Wenxing's wrist, swung it behind him, moved into the phantom, and quickly retreated.

bang——

The branches fell to the ground, stirring up layers of dust, and the leaves on the branches rustled down due to the force of the sword.

A fierce look flashed in Lu Wenxing's eyes, and he bit open the medicine bag hidden between his teeth. Within a moment, his internal strength exceeded the limit of his body's endurance and continued to increase dramatically.

Ji Fanyin held a black panther dripping with blood, standing flutteringly, her fluttering black hair brushing the cold mask on her face, her eyes moved slightly, showing a bit of chilling coldness.

the same moment.

The top of the Kugu Mountain Range opposite Jiuqu Mountain.

A figure stood with hands behind his back.

His eyes were cold and sharp, his eyes like hooks.

The thin lips were raised slightly, like a sneer, more like contempt.

Mo Jiudi's lips were slightly parted, and his rich voice was full of laziness, and he said with a playful smile:

"It's been a long time since I've met such a hard-working person."

The two mountains are not far apart, but the floating clouds and mist limit the view.

Leng Yihan watched and saw that Lu Wenxing, who had been at a disadvantage, suddenly experienced a linear increase in internal energy. His figure was as fast as a ghost, and he used his body as a sword, and his moves were fierce, and he was attacking frequently and completely without risking his life.

Seeing Ji Fanyin being hit by a palm, her thin body fell from a high altitude like a kite with its string broken, Leng Yihan couldn't help but show worry in his eyes:

"Something's wrong, Lu Wenxing shouldn't be my little master's opponent."

Mo Jiudi looked back, glanced at Leng Yihan, and saw his worry in his eyes:
"What if this person takes a forbidden drug that can greatly increase martial arts cultivation in a short period of time~"

Leng Yihan's eyes narrowed. After a while, he stared into his master's eyes and said helplessly:

"Young Master Di... why do you feel like you are even happier that the young master is injured?"

"Hey~" Mo Jiudi's phoenix eyes instantly smiled, she shook her head, looked at the hilltop opposite, and said slowly: "My little wolf cub was injured by someone, how can I be happy~"

The muscles on Leng Yihan's face twitched uncontrollably:
"Master Di, when you say this, please stop laughing." "Pfft... Hahahahaha, Yihan, Yihan, look carefully and with your heart. How many percent did the little wolf cub use? My skills can resist that kid who took banned drugs."

Hearing the sound, Leng Yihan calmed down and observed carefully.

Amid the sound of the sword and the shadow of the sword, the corners of Ji Fanyin's mouth turned scarlet red, which was the result of vomiting blood after being hit in the palm just now.

On the surface, Lu Wenxing, whose skills have greatly increased, is almost overwhelming Ji Fanyin, leaving her defenseless.

And Ji Fanyin, under this kind of suppression with almost no flaws and no breathing time, was still able to block it head-on.

The black panther in his hand moved with ease, moving around the outside of Lu Wenxing's calf, chest, arms and other places, making deep gashes.

Leng Yihan looked at it, his eyes suddenly changed, and his eyes widened in surprise.

The wound on Lu Wenxing's body looked deep, but there was very little blood flowing out.

In the suffocating duel, no one could spare the time to control the knife in their hands, and they were already too panicked to care about anything.

But Givenchy not only did it, she did it with ease.

The bloody mouth on Lu Wenxing's body was enough to show how steady and fast her hands were.

Leng Yihan couldn't help but admire him and said:
"After five years of separation, my young master's sword skills have become even more refined."

Mo Jiudi smiled at the corners of his lips:
"You haven't answered my question yet. How much do you think the wolf cub used?"

Leng Yihan sighed:

"Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. Lu Wenxing in Netherworld Pavilion is famous for not wanting his life. Now he has risked his life and taken forbidden drugs. Only by going all out can the young master stop Lu Wenxing's ferocious attack. Monster. So, [-] percent."

Mo Jiudi shook his head regretfully:
“The eyes of the world are too easily deceived by appearance and make wrong judgments.

When you see that the little wolf cub is small and frail, and you see that she is injured and can still survive within a hundred moves without losing, you think that the little wolf cub has given all her strength and is an admirable opponent, but you don't know. "

The phoenix eyes showed a smile, full of pride.

continued:
"It seems that she is using all her strength, but it is only [-]%. There are eighteen kinds of weapons, including knives, swords, sticks, clubs, and that is the limit for the world. In front of the little wolf cub, whatever she gets is a weapon. A weapon. Chopsticks, a leaf, can be a deadly knife."

The sound fell, and the situation on the opposite side changed again.

Ji Fanyin's figure was as fast as an arrow and as fast as the wind. After snatching the evil sword from Lu Wenxing's hand, he held the black panther that fell from the air and lightly swiped Lu Wenxing's neck, leaving a trace of blood, but no blood beads splashed out.

Leng Yihan saw this and sighed:
"My little master is still young after all, so he is still soft-hearted."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the black panther plunge into Lu Wenxing's chest, and a bright red blood quickly spread on Lu Wenxing's chest.

Leng Yihan's face stiffened and he was stunned.

This this……

Mo Jiudi laughed softly:
"Let's go~"

Leng Yihan lowered his head in shame:
"……Yes."

The master and servant left one after the other.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, Mo Jiudi's eyes moved slightly, his steps suddenly slowed down slightly, and he felt an aura that should not be underestimated, coming from the path diagonally opposite.

At this time, a mountain breeze passed through the treetops, and the leaves fell rustlingly.

The atmosphere suddenly changes.

Leng Yihan clenched the sharp sword in his hand, looking calm and alert.

Is a master!
Mo Jiudi's eyes narrowed slightly, showing a rare serious expression.

(End of this chapter)