Bulwark of Light

Chapter 125 Long Night (2)

“bang!”

this fist is like a thunderbolt.

The river surface is full of crackling sounds, it is hard to imagine that this is the sound that fleshy body can stir up.

The crow’s fist hit on the sky, and the thin layer of arc light was almost distorted, and it was only a short distance from the explosion… Until this time, these transcenders in the South Church will be sincerely met. , only to understand the meaning of Second Layer in the crow’s words just now.

He wants to… shatter the sky!

The water droplets condensed on the river began to tremble violently, and the sky shrouded the field, allowing the rules in the field to be rewritten. This is their greatest home field advantage… If the sky is broken, this The outcome of the war can already be settled.

“Kill—”

Wu Yong charged forward with the knife, without the slightest hesitation he launched a charge towards the man at the end of the river.

Tonight’s battle wasn’t a drag-and-drop battle. He regarded himself as a hungry wolf and Song Ci as a lion. The group attacked and fought head-to-head. It was long overdue for the winner!

Accompanied by Wu Yong’s forward rush, he brought the Old Fourth fatty of Zhihu, and also followed closely from behind.

The riders of the team pulled out their long knives and daggers. For a while, the river surface was burning with fire, gusts of wind, and thunder. Ice slag, in this brief moment smashed to haze, to crumbs-

The rear of the convoy.

Qi Palm set up a big sniper, he took a deep breath, and his eagle eyes opened again.

In his field of vision, the man’s shadow became blurred again in an instant. This blurring was not the slight shaking of the dynamic perspective, but a real split.

Qi Palm felt that he had an illusion.

Song Ci’s silhouette has changed from “one”… to “ten thousand”, which are almost overlapping and spread out in all directions.

Or, more.

……

……

Wu Yong quickly approached the crow.

The man in the thin floral shirt has no sharp weapons, only a pair of fists.

Twenty years of practicing knives.

The day when the Adoptive Father brought him back to the Chengxin Club, he invited a very famous Blade Dao Master in Yinghai to teach him the actual Blade Technique used to kill the enemy. The Blade Dao Master praised him highly. His innate talent, praise him as a genius rarely seen in ten years, character and Blade Dao spirit are almost integrated.

In the Blade Technique he cultivated, the fastest one is the Blade Drawing Technique. This kind of Blade Technique is not gorgeous, and it does not have the posture of being astonishing and graceful, and often only has a touch of arc, and it only blooms after killing people.

The Blade Drawing Technique of Great Accomplishment is invisible.

The only movement is that when returning to the sheath, it will emit a very crisp sound of joint strike. Then the head fell to the ground, and then the blade was slowly pulled out, and the blade was not even stained with a drop of blood.

Murder is invisible.

On the day of the finished apprenticeship, the Master told him that the most important thing about this Blade Technique is not the speed of drawing the knife, but always uphold the belief of winning, as long as you have the belief of winning, You can always hand out the fastest knife and win all the duels.

And once you lose confidence in your own knife.

Then the Blade Drawing Technique has lost hope of winning.

Wu Yong’s Blade Drawing Technique has never failed, and he has killed high-level transcenders more than once. And this time is no exception, he is confident that as long as the crow lets him get close, he can cut the crow under the knife.

Coming soon.

It’s getting close.

Wu Yong stepped very fast, unable to see his legs clearly, his body was almost parallel to the river surface, like a shot arrowhead, and Song Ci was the only one who abandoned foreign objects in his eyes.

The opponent does not dodge or dodge.

It’s here!

Only just before the collision, the crow suddenly moved, and his figure suddenly became blurred. This blurring could not be captured by Wu Yong with naked eyes. It was shaking a group of shadows, and a certain group of shadows lifted their feet and stomped in an instant.

A mass of river water suddenly exploded.

Wu Yong’s pupils shrank instantly, he subconsciously wanted to cut the water curtain with his knife, but the sense of crisis between life and death made him suppress the urge to pull the knife, he knew that this was the realm of “sky curtain” Scope, everything is under the control of the big brother.

next moment, that group of water droplets that exploded out of thin air spread into an extremely thin mist in an instant.

The owner of the canopy changed the character of the river.

The moment he regained his sight, the hair on Wu Yong’s back exploded.

A dark shadow passed before his eyes.

Song Ci did not retreat but advanced, and at this moment, he rushed forward suddenly, and the two collided with each other.

“锵—”

Draws the knife.

It’s no longer the silent killing, the noise of a knife unsheathed is worse than the mocking cries of distant crows.

Wu Yong couldn’t understand all of this——

In just an instant, Song Ci almost embraced himself.

With a palm pressed on his own, he wanted to draw a sword to kill the enemy, but the long sword was pushed back an inch when it was unsheathed.

In the end, the cold light shattered in the sheath. Song Ci withdrew his palm and let Wu Yong draw the knife. What he pulled out was only a fragment of the sheath and a hilt that was tightly grasped.

Song Ci’s expression was calm, with no expression on his face, just staring at Wu Yong silently.

He is waiting for the other person’s next response.

But Wu Yong didn’t do anything. After he pulled out the handle of the knife, he was stunned like a wood carving.

In this brief moment, Wu Yong finally understood what the teachings of the former Master of his finished apprenticeship meant… There was another long knife around his waist, but at this moment he didn’t even have the courage to draw it. No.

He felt that he was very wrong.

Song Ci is indeed a lion.

But I’m not a hungry wolf… more like a ridiculous ant.

“Is that so?”

Song Ci spoke softly, and Wu Yong raised his head in confusion.

He saw a fist, placed very large in the field of vision, and finally landed on his face.

The crow’s fist hurts.

This is something the whole Sincere Club knows…but only those who have been beaten know how painful this fist is.

“bang!”

The water curtain burst, and Wu Yong’s body was punched into the river, like a building that collapsed.

Song Ci unceremoniously made a strong volley when Wu Yong fell into the water, so the owner of this body was like a stone flake thrown into the river, splashing one after another. One by one Another wave…

“Second brother!”

Angrily roar resounded on the river.

The roar caught Song Ci’s attention.

He dashed forward abruptly, slamming his knee into the jaws of Old Fourth fatty wearing a finger tiger.

This time is a volley in the air.

The running team of dozens of people was scattered by a bloated silhouette. Some people tried to catch the four leaders of Nantang, but they regretted it the moment they raised their hands. Both arms were broken.

Qi Palm, who was holding the gun in the last square, was not looking pale because of maintaining “Hawkeye” and consuming a lot of spirit strength.

But the sight in front of me is terrifying.

The silhouettes surrounded Song Ci layer by layer, and then the silhouettes were beaten and thrown away, like sandbags and sacks.

The long night on the beach, the silence was broken.

There is a flock of sleeping crows, flapping their wings and neighing loudly.

There is a hungry wolf in disguise, mixed into the flock, gorge oneself.

(End of this chapter)