Smiling Proud Wanderer Chapter 42: Back to Yanlou (continued)

Tian Boguang has been rampant across the world with a sharp knife for decades. It's not that he has never met an opponent who is higher than his martial arts, but he has never seen a person like Yue Feng that makes him fearful. The reason for everything is not because of the martial arts gap between the two, but because of the fear in the depths of memory.

Thirteen years ago, he was looked down at his left hand by Yue Feng, a child who was only eight years old. Although there was a careless reason, Yue Feng's weird shot had already been carved into his mind. At this time the two met, Tian Boguang didn't even have much courage to resist.

Yue Feng saw that Tian Boguang didn't dare to make a move all the time, he shook his head helplessly, drew out the long sword, and slowly stabbed Tian Boguang.

Tian Boguangguang watched Yue Feng's sword stabbing towards him, still in a daze.

Seeing that the Yue Feng sword was about to pierce Tian Boguang's throat, Linghu on one side couldn't help but rush and shouted: "Tian brother, let's do it!"

Tian Boguang listened to Linghu Chong's yelling, only then woke up, seeing Yue Feng's sword about to stab him, and hurriedly swung his knife to block the blow. When the swords intersected, Tian Boguang couldn't help but backed away two or three steps.

Yue Feng smiled slightly and said: "I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and your martial arts still hasn't improved much. So, I won't deceive you internally, let go."

Tian Boguang looked back at the knife in his hand and saw that there was a gap in it. His sword was carefully crafted from 100-refined steel, and Yue Feng's sword was clearly just an ordinary long sword. The depth of skill between the two can be seen at a glance.

Tian Boguang's heart is more desperate, but closing his eyes and waiting for death is not the style of a quack. Raising the knife, he took the initiative to chop towards Yue Feng. Yue Feng smiled slightly, his sword trembling, buzzing, and immediately shrouded Tian Boguang's hanging plate under the sword light.

After a brief confrontation, the standing positions of the two have changed. And Tian Boguang had more than ten wounds on his body. It turned out that at the moment when his body was staggered, Yue Feng not only blocked Tian Boguang's way, but also stabbed ten swords continuously, leaving a mark on Tian Boguang. However, each of Yue Feng's swords only left Tian Boguang with a small injury, and would not affect his martial arts performance at all.

"You fast knife, it's just that, it's just that the speed is limited!" Yue Feng shook his head at Tian Boguang, and continued: "Just this little martial arts, I dare to hurt my Huashan disciple. Tian Boguang, a lone traveler for thousands of miles, I think It's not as good as bullshit." He said here, and he glanced at Linghu intentionally or unintentionally.

Linghu Chong couldn't help being very angry. He didn't expect that Yue Feng would spare no effort to tease him at this time, but he had nothing to do.

In fact, it is not that Tian Boguang's sword technique is not fast, but Yue Feng's sword is too fast. With Yue Feng's current speed, even if he was an innate master, he could barely keep up. It would be impossible to exceed it, let alone Tian Boguang.

Listening to Yue Feng's words, Tian Boguang couldn't help but feel some anger in his heart. In any case, the Shi can be killed, not insulted, and even if he is dead, he cannot be easily insulted.

There was some anger in his heart, and Tian Boguang's fear of Yue Feng was temporarily suppressed. Anyway, the big deal was to die. He picked up the knife in his hand and slashed at Yue Feng again. In this way, Tian Boguang has exerted his martial arts to the extreme, even more than usual.

Yue Feng once again separated Tian Boguang's sword, leaving a few wounds on Tian Boguang by the way, and said in praise: "This is the true meaning of a sharp knife, not bad, not bad."

Listening to Yue Feng's admiration, Tian Boguang's anger in his heart couldn't help getting worse. With a loud shout, the sword technique in his hand became more and more swift. Before long, the sound of swords intersecting was everywhere upstairs, of course, more of the sound of swords entering the body.

Looking at the two fighting each other, except for Yilin, who was focused on Linghuchong, everyone couldn't help but sigh with emotion. They had never seen such a wonderful fight. Moreover, looking at this situation, Yue Feng's face was full of relaxed smiles, and he waved his sword casually, dismantling Tian Boguang's knife skills at will. As for Tian Boguang, there were more and more wounds on his body. Although he was still fighting spirit, his shot speed gradually became slower and slower.

It didn't take long for the two to fight for a quarter of an hour, and after hundreds of moves, Tian Boguang's wounds were no less than a thousand times. At the same time, Tian Boguang's shots were getting slower and slower and weaker and weaker. In contrast, Yue Feng's speed also slowed down as Tian Boguang slowed down, and his power also became smaller. In this way, everyone saw that it was wrong.

At this time, Tian Boguang had wounds everywhere except his head. And because Yue Feng's stabbing was so accurate, it didn't hurt his meridians, just scratched through the flesh, and even some bones were exposed. In this way, the wound looked extremely terrifying, but it did not hurt his life, let alone affect his actions, so that Tian Boguang could continue to support it.

Linghu frowned. Based on the situation just now, he had already discovered that Yue Feng would only need a few tricks to kill Tian Boguang. His martial arts is good, and his knowledge is not too weak. After thinking about it, he came up with the root cause, and he couldn't help but shouted: "Junior Brother, if you want to kill, you must kill. Why should he suffer from this? "

After Yue Feng heard this, he couldn't help but smiled, and after a few more moves, he suddenly swung his sword and quickly slashed it.

When Tian Boguang saw this, he quickly used his last strength to block it. It's just that Yue Feng's sword is no longer as weak as forward. Tian Boguang was already tired and couldn't catch his breath. In addition, he had lost too much blood. Although he was struggling to raise his sword, there was a loud bang, the swords intersected, his arms were sore, and the long sword fell on the ground.

Yue Feng slowly retracted the sword into the scabbard, and he was relieved. Such a long time of fighting, although the consumption is not too large in terms of internal or physical strength, it is not small in spirit. After all, it is indeed not easy for him to defeat people and not want people to die too early.

Yue Feng looked at Tian Boguang, nodded in satisfaction, and then said apologetically to Ling Huchong: "Thieves like Tian Boguang should have been killed by ten thousand knives, but it depends on your face. I can give him a thousand swords, and save the others for now."

Listening to Yue Feng's words, everyone couldn't help being afraid. Only then did they know that Yue Feng just insulted Tian Boguang, not to insult him at all, but to arouse all of Tian Boguang's fighting spirit and let him live a little longer and suffer more crimes.

Linghu pointed at Yue Feng, trembling with anger. He didn't expect Yue Feng to do this kind of thing, and he coughed hard, his body trembled, and he almost fainted.

"Brother Linghu, are you okay!" Yilin was surprised and hurriedly called.

"It's okay, it's okay." Ling Huchong coughed harder a few more times. The wound on his body could not help but seep some blood, but it was finally supported.

Yue Feng heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Linghu Chong was okay. He shook his head, looked at Tian Boguang again, and said: "You have done thirteen quick swords, hundreds of changes, all have been done, and now you are dead, what regrets do you have?"