My 24-year-old President's Wife

Chapter 422 The wind is bleak, the opponent dies!
Brother Feng's eyebrows condensed, his wrist twisted strangely, You Longjian drew a circle in front of him, faster than at any moment before, also stirred up the air, and caused the sound of tearing, but it was sharper and harsher than Jin Dali's voice.

With a whoosh, You Long suddenly leaned out and went straight to the opponent's fist.

"Do you know how to do this? An old trick!"

Jin Dali snorted coldly in disdain, and made a left fist in the same way, with a bang, he smashed Brother Feng's sword sideways.

He originally thought that the long sword would lose its lethality after this blow, but he didn't expect Brother Feng's legs to be raised a meter higher, and he would spin rapidly in the air. Youlong seemed to be integrated with him, and it also rotated accordingly. Generate violent air currents.

"A drop in the bucket, stop for me!"

Jin Dali clicked it, turned his right fist into a palm, and firmly grasped the Youlongjian, the rotation stopped immediately.

Holding a sword with bare hands?

Completely restraining the spinning Feng Ge, this is a huge gap in strength between the two sides.

"Haha, it's useless. Your sword is like a child's toy in front of me. You know, my glove is made of titanium alloy on the outside and carbon fiber on the inside. It is tougher than body armor and can't shoot any bullets." Wear it, your sword is only for tickling me!"

Jin Dali was full of air. He spared no expense to spend millions of dollars on this pair of gloves. After hundreds of processes, he carefully crafted them. How can they be compared with broken swords with nothing but appearance?

"Oh, really?"

Suddenly, the corner of Brother Feng's mouth curled up in a deceitful arc.

With two swishes, two dragon thorns came out of the sword held by Jin Dali strangely.

"Huh! Is this sword fraudulent?" Jin Dali exclaimed.

With a bang, Brother Feng turned his waist and stepped on Jin Dali's fist with both feet.

Borrowing his strength, his body swayed upwards, and once again rose more than one meter, from top to bottom, with a sudden swing of his arm, another dragon thorn flew towards the top of Jin Dali's head.

Jin Dali's pupils suddenly dilated, and he punched the dragon thorn quickly.

At the same time, Li Huaifeng's body fell suddenly, the long sword was still waving, and two dragon thorns shot at Jin Dali again.

"A move of this level wants to fight against me? Wishful thinking!"

Jin Dali was threatening on the surface, but he was extremely cautious in his heart. He knocked the other two dragon thorns away with two clicks.

At this moment, Brother Feng clenched his hands tightly, his body was like a fish swimming into the sea, and he pointed his sword at the Baihui acupoint on Jin Dali's head.

"I'm going to tear you apart!"

Jin Dali yelled, reaching out with both hands, trying to hold Brother Feng's sword.

Brother Feng's mind was blank, and all the strength of his body was poured into his wrist, and then transmitted to the sword through his palm.

The so-called unity of man and sword is just an exaggerated rhetoric.

However, when a strong person's strength reaches a certain level, the level of tacit understanding with weapons will break through to a very high level, and he can use whatever he wants to use means that ordinary people can't imagine.

At this moment, You Long seemed to echo Brother Feng from afar, becoming a part of his body.

As it got closer, the golden sword light was so close to the opponent's fist that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

After entering, Youlong Longjian was completely hidden in Jin Dali's fist, and was firmly held by him.

"Hahaha, I said that your strength is limited to this, if you fight with me, you will only die!"

Jin Dali saw that the long sword was firmly controlled by him, and laughed hysterically. In the confrontation of strength, he was definitely the existence that crushed the opponent, and it was extremely stupid to fight recklessly with himself.

He gritted his teeth, and just about to throw Brother Feng to the ground, he killed him with one move.

However, he found that there was no tension on Brother Feng's sharp-edged face. On the contrary, it was a calm and calm expression floating in the world.

"The wind is bleak!"

Brother Feng drank in a low voice.

Three words: the wind is bleak.

One of the tricks recorded in "Liufeng Yutaishu", the famous work of the ancestor Li Xuanfeng when he first entered the rivers and lakes.

As soon as the words fell, a breeze happened to pass by. Li Huaifeng's legs rolled up, and his whole body began to turn like a spinning top and a gust of cold wind.

Crackling, Jin Dali felt the blade of the sword in his hand emerge with great strength, and he broke free from the restraints, like a raptor in shock.

"This, this is impossible, where do you get the power?"

Jin Dali's originally proud face was covered with frost, and he roared in disbelief.

The wind is getting stronger and the rotation is non-stop.

Brother Feng's body is getting faster and faster, like the eye of the storm in the center of the storm. The sharp rotation speed has exceeded the original strength of the body, as if it is united with nature and blended with the wind, turning faster and faster.

"Ah, my hand!"

Jin Dali looked up to the sky and howled.

Hiss, the titanium alloy gloves he spent a lot of money on, actually exploded under the stirring of the dragon thorns, and the flesh of his palms, as if being brutally cut by a meat grinder, blood was fierce, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Hulala, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the dense forest.

Immediately afterwards, Jin Dali's hands couldn't bear the strong force any longer, and they bounced away in an instant.

With a whoosh, Li Huaifeng raised his sword downward, and the extremely sharp Youlong pierced through the opponent's collarbone in an instant, sinking into the opponent's body a foot and a half deep, and blood gushed out like a spring, spraying everywhere.

After the move, Brother Feng fell leisurely.

Youlong's long sword was quietly inserted on Jin Dali's collarbone, its shape was shocking.

Clank, clang, Jin Dali's burly body staggered back three steps, his whole body trembling in terror.

"No, it's impossible, you've been beaten like a mouse by me, how, how could you defeat me? It's impossible!"

Jin Dali's pupils were expanding, his strength was being exhausted, and the flying of blood indicated that his life was about to come to an end.

But before he died, he still had to ask, to ask this question that he couldn't guess the answer to.

"The momentum is not yet achieved, you need to guard it quietly, the momentum has been achieved, and move forward!"

In the proud position of Feng Ge's body, he leisurely recited this profound passage containing the great truth and the profound meaning of nature.

He walked forward, and with a clatter, he pulled out the Youlong that was stuck in the opponent's body.

Chi Chi Chi, the blood surged even more violently, like a bright red fountain.

Jin Dali raised his head to the sky and howled, his body shook dozens of times, and with a bang, he fell to the ground and died.

Brother Feng wins.

The answer he gave caters to the essence of Huaxia martial arts' supreme profound meaning, holding the essence and keeping the one, and Tianyuan's strike.

This is part of the profound mysteries recorded in "Liufeng Yutaishu", and it is also the belief that Brother Feng has been adhering to since he started practicing.

No matter how fancy the tricks are, they won't have the effect of killing the enemy, and they won't help.

He backed up step by step before, just to find out Jin Dali's way, from moves, to strength, to his habit of shooting, one by one.

In the contest between masters, before you are absolutely sure to kill the opponent in seconds, the more shots you take, the more problems you will expose yourself.

Jin Dali has been in the extraordinary field for many years, he should understand these principles!

However, the Aikido skills he practiced were all offensive moves, and he was eager to take Feng Ge's life to make meritorious deeds. From the moment they fought, he had already fallen behind psychologically.

To put it bluntly, the Aikido of the Changbai Gate is a heretical way of stealing Chinese exercises and borrowing from the island country's karate, forcibly blending them together.

And Brother Feng is pregnant with the ancestors of the Li family, the lifelong insights of the master Li Xuanfeng, and what he learned is the way of heaven.

From the perspective of realm and level, it is a section higher than the Changbai Gate, and it is also an extraordinary one star. He has absolute reliance to kill the opponent.

However, if Jin Dali had teamed up with junior sister Jin Xiaojin before, then the one who died was likely to be Brother Feng.

"You killed my senior brother!?"

Jin Xiaojin was still teasing the goddess of luck in the distance, playing a game of cat and mouse, but found that the sound of fighting in the distance stopped.

Turning his head to look, he saw that his senior brother was bleeding like a fountain, and died tragically with great visual impact.

Her small face instantly turned pale, she suspected that there was a problem with her eyesight, that her senior brother had missed by accident, and even began to doubt her life.

"May I ask, who is better at fighting, you or your brother?"

Li Huaifeng carried You Long in his hand, and walked towards Jin Xiaojin calmly, and he didn't forget to light a post-event cigarette, which was like a living god.

"Oh my god, he won again, how did he do it? It's just crazy!"

The goddess of good luck panted again and again, but found that the embarrassing situation had a surprise of turning around.

For a moment, the little deer in her heart was beating wildly, and she had a new understanding of Li Huaifeng.

"You killed two people in my sect, our Changbai sect will never let you go!"

Jin Xiaojin's face turned pale, but she did not forget to intimidate Brother Feng.

"Then I can only kill you and kill you, and no one will know that I did it!"

Brother Feng shrugged helplessly, with a hint of hostility hanging between his brows.

"You bastard!" Jin Xiaojin trembled with anger.

(End of this chapter)