Sword Emperor in the city

Chapter 18 One Finger

A rich voice sounded slowly, as cold as a knife, full of sarcasm.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a strong man standing beside the fountain not far away. He was covered with a bushy beard and his upper body was bare. His bronzed muscles were like indestructible stones. Broadsword.

The broadsword was made of unknown material, with a faint brilliance and flickering cold light, as if there was nothing in the world that could not be cut by it.

In addition, the bearded and strong man is holding a dumbbell in his hand. Needless to say, his perfect figure is maintained all the time in this way.

Seeing that everyone looked at him, the bearded strong man didn't change his color at all. He still stepped on the fountain with one foot and held a dumbbell in one hand, with disdain all over his face.

"Big Sword Hu San!" Someone recognized the bearded man and was amazed.

"I heard that he learned from Dadaomen, an ancient sect. That knife is passed down from generation to generation in Dadaomen. Only the head of Dadaomen is qualified to use it."

"Hu San's name can be described as thunderous. I heard that a year ago he met with the three masters for a one-on-one fight at Longtoushan. He killed three of them even though he was seriously injured."

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect him to come too. What kind of reward did Master Jin give? Even he was moved."

"For people like them, money and treasures are already hard to shake their hearts. I'm afraid it's for a promise or an agreement!"

"Who do you think is a fool?" Someone yelled angrily. He was the one who knelt before Liu Feifan.

Hu San didn't change his face, his muscles moved like a dragon, and he said unhurriedly: "Tell me, you are just a yellow-haired boy who kneels down without even knowing whether he is a real cultivator or not.

Ashamed?Anyway, I think it's quite embarrassing!
Are you sure that he is really a cultivator? "

Hu San's words are reasonable. Immortal cultivators can tell if someone is a fellow-dweller with just one glance, but ordinary people can't help if they want to see if the other party is a cultivator. After all, they can't see the aura.

Liu Feifan shrugged, and did not testify for himself, whether it was true or not, why would he prove it to them?

They are the ones who want to know the answer, not him!
"Are you the fool!"

The man who had spoken earlier got angry, stretched out his hand, and a thick red wooden stick stretched out from under his sleeve, he held it with five fingers, and the red wooden stick flew like a long dragon in the man's hand, hunting and hunting, setting off a strong wind .

"Zhu Chigun, is he from Zhu Chimen?"

"It's been a long time since I've seen people from Zhu Chimen. I heard that people in this school mainly make sticks. After three years of entry, one stick can smash a tiger's head. Years, and it is even said that it can smash a villa with one stick."

Liu Feifan praised, strange people and strange people are really strange people and strange people, in their hands, all the impossible can become possible.

Judging from the imposing manner of the man in Zhu Chimen, it is obvious that it has been six years since he joined the school, and the Zhu Chi stick in his hand is just like his own body, doing whatever he wants.

This battle must be inevitable, Hu San's reputation is not weak, the battle between the two may be inseparable.

Although everyone thought so, everything was beyond everyone's imagination, and everyone's jaws dropped.

Everyone had thought that the two would at least have a fight to the death, but what they never expected was that it was just one blow, one blow, just one blow from him.

From drawing the knife to cutting the man in half, Hu San's everything is smooth and smooth, which is amazing.

Hu San didn't put the dumbbell in his left hand, but he pulled out the big knife with his right hand, and slashed at the man. The wind of the knife picked up, flashed like thunder, and the big knife seemed to be dragging Hu San and flew out. Wherever it passed, there was a straight knife mark Impressively in sight.

The knife was used to kill the man, the man was divided into two, the blood flowed all over the place, and the internal organs were still beating.

Fast, really fast.

It was so fast that some people didn't realize how Hu San did it from the beginning to the end.

"Who else is not convinced?"

Hu San opened his mouth boldly, the sword gleamed coldly, and cut the man in two without leaving a trace of blood on it.

A group of people shrank their necks, feeling cold, and thought they were no match.

This knife is enough to amaze everyone, no one dares to talk nonsense.

Hu Sanhu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Liu Feifan, and said harshly: "Are you convinced?
So what if you are really a cultivator?Can you stop me with a knife? "

Everyone's eyes were bright, and they also wanted to see the difference in the attack of the immortal cultivator, what was so amazing about it, they were eager for a battle between Liu Feifan and Hu San.

Liu Feifan grinned: "You are not my opponent, I advise you not to humiliate yourself!"

As soon as Liu Feifei's words fell, there was a "buzz", and there was a wind of knives around him. Hu San raised his hand and slashed.

Liu Feifan sighed, why did he have to force him to do it?Doesn't this make him pretend?

This was not his intention, he was forced to.

Hu San is full of confidence. He has absolute confidence to kill this ignorant kid in front of him with one knife. Since his debut, there are only a handful of people who can block his knife, and Liu Feifei doesn't take it seriously.

The Taixuan sword was activated, and spiritual energy came out like a snake, and the sound of swords sounded like a cannonball. Liu Feifan turned into a sword at this moment, and the sword energy swept away, immediately blowing Hu San's sword wind to nothing. .

With a puff.

In an instant, the surroundings became quiet again, so quiet that a needle could be heard, and pairs of staring eyes looked at everything in the field in disbelief.

I saw Liu Feifan's clothes rattling, and a gust of air blowing from his body from the inside out, showing his majesty.

This is Reiki.

Although everyone can't see it, they can feel it. Under the permeation of this gas, the internal force and mysterious power in their bodies are active, and the cultivation base that has been paused for a long time is instantly boosted, and it is in the slightest. rising.

Everyone was overjoyed, they knew that this was spiritual energy, the identity of a cultivator.

There was a "clang".

The dumbbell in Hu San's hand hit the ground, and the big knife fell from the other hand, stuck in the ground, and a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth.

Everyone was surprised and delighted, their mouths were tongue-tied, even Master Bu Zhou was no exception.

I saw Liu Feifan put one hand in his trouser pocket, raised the other hand, and stretched out his index finger. The index finger was completely inserted into the muscles in Hu San's chest, and the blood dripped down continuously.

Not many people could see the previous scene clearly, and in the blink of an eye they saw the two of them in such a posture.

Hu San stared at the tiger in disbelief, opened his mouth but couldn't speak, let alone other people, even as the person involved, he didn't realize how Liu Feifan did it.

Liu Feifan slowly pulled out his finger, bringing out a bunch of blood flowers, the finger was not dripping with blood, as the finger was pulled out, a sharp sword cry echoed in the living room, piercing everyone's hearts, the burst of sword energy It even smashed the finger holes on Hu San's body, causing him to fly backwards.

Flicking his fingers, Liu Feifei gave Hu San a contemptuous look, and said lightly, "Are you convinced?
Why do you need weapons to kill you?One finger is enough! "

(End of this chapter)