Fantasy: Always Decomposed and Always Strong

"Qin Feng, the ninth level of martial arts." According to

The etiquette of the game, Qin Feng reported on the cultivation base.

"Hehe, it turned out to be a rookie of the ninth level of martial arts. It seems that you don't deserve to know my name, eat me!"

Hearing that Qin Feng was just a ninth-level martial artist, the steel-knife boy smiled disdainfully.

"Blue Wolf Sword Art!"

Immediately, the boy pulled out the steel knife, the light of the knife was as cold as frost, and the "sho" knife slashed the air and slashed down against Qin Feng's chest.

"What a quick knife!"

Qin Feng's eyes narrowed.

Judging from the aura emanating from the boy, the opponent should be a newly promoted martial artist, with the power on the knife

, at least about 1500 pounds!

Step, step, step...

Qin Feng took three steps back like a ghost, dodging the opponent's sword.

And below, there is also a lot of discussion.

"This Qin Feng, I heard that he is a genius from No. [-] Middle School, but a random person from No. [-] Middle School can beat him all over the place!" A student from No. [-] Middle School laughed.

"Qin Feng, the ninth-level martial artist; Zhang Yue, the early martial artist. The difference in strength between the two is too great, how to fight?"

"Qin Feng is lost..."

"That is, how can a martial artist be an opponent of a martial artist?"

"Just how many tricks Qin Feng can stick to?"

Others also spoke up.

"Hey, little guy from No. [-] High School, I think you can dodge a few knives!"

The knife-wielding boy named Zhang Feng approached again, and the fierce knife technique rolled towards Qin Feng again.

In his opinion, Qin Feng has already lost!

"Swordsmanship!"

At this time, Qin Feng finally made his move. He pulled his hand on the hilt of the sword, and a snow-white sword light shot out. Once the sword light appeared, it was like a flexible silver snake, and it wrapped around the boy with a "huh". on the steel knife.

旋

That is, Qin Feng's arm shook slightly, and he heard a "ding" sound, and the steel knife in the boy's hand was bounced out.

"My knife?"

The young man was stunned, and when he met face to face, his knife flew away? ? ?

"Get off!"

Qin Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense. Taking advantage of the teenager's confusion, he kicked the teenager's chest and kicked him directly from the ring, and then fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Ben... In this game, No. 9527 won!"

Seeing this strange scene, the referee in the ninth ring was surprised before he announced.

And under the stage, the pan was instantly fried.

"Here, I'll wipe..." The first middle school boy who boasted about Haikou had an embarrassed expression, as if his face had been slapped hard.

"I am not wrong, right?"

"What kind of magic trick did this Qin Feng use, and the bullet flew off Zhang Yue's steel knife?"

"Never seen such a miraculous trick?"

"Is Zhang Yue careless?"

"It's a pity, Zhang Yue is a martial artist, and he lost to a martial artist, shame!"

Many players in the audience were talking about it.

Just now

Qin Feng's move was so fast and so strange that they didn't see it clearly, and the battle was over in an instant.

Many people thought that Zhang Yue was too careless, so he ruined the game.

……

"I'm not convinced!"

"If you give me another chance, I will definitely defeat you, Qin Feng!"

Zhang Yue got up from the ground, rubbed half of his face that was swollen like a ball, and roared in disapproval.

Just now, it was obvious that he was going to win...

However, the knife unexpectedly came out of his hand, and then he was stunned for a moment before being caught by the other party.

At the right moment, he kicked off the ring.