Bulwark of Light

Chapter 125 Long Night ([-])

"boom!"

This punch was like thunder.

The surface of the river is filled with the sound of explosions, it is hard to imagine that this is the sound that can be stirred up by the flesh.

The crow's fist hit the sky, and the originally thin layer of arc light was almost distorted and deformed, and it was only a hair away from exploding... It wasn't until these extraordinary people who sincerely met the Nantang at this time that they understood what the crow had just said The second level of meaning in .

He wants to... shatter the sky!
The water droplets condensed on the surface of the river began to tremble violently, and the sky covered this area, allowing the rules in the area to be rewritten. This is their greatest home advantage... If the sky is broken, the result of this battle can already be achieved. settled.

"kill--"

Wu Yong rushed forward with a knife, and he launched an attack on the man at the end of the river without hesitation.

Tonight's battle was not a drag-and-drop battle. He regarded himself as a hungry wolf and Song Ci as a lion. They attacked and killed each other, and confronted each other head-on. The winner should have been determined long ago!
Accompanied by Wu Yong's forward rush, the fourth fat man with knuckles on his back followed closely behind.

The riders of the convoy drew out their long knives and short swords. For a moment, the surface of the river was burning with flames, gusts of wind, and thunder, and the extraordinary people who sincerely met Nantang came rushing in. The fog and ice slag on the surface of the river, at this moment, Crushed into haze, into crumbs—

The rear of the convoy.

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

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

Qi Palm felt that he had an illusion.

Song Ci's figure has changed from "one"... to "ten thousand" that are almost overlapped and spread out in all directions at the same time.

or more.

……

……

Wu Yong quickly approached the crow.

The man in the thin floral shirt didn't have any sharp weapons on his body, only a pair of fists.

20 years of sword practice.

On the day when his foster father brought him back to Chengxinhui, he invited a well-known Dao of Swordsman from Yinghai to personally teach him the actual combat swordsmanship that he used to slay the enemy. A genius rarely seen in ten years, his character and the spirit of Dao of the Sword are almost integrated.

Among the sword techniques he practiced, the fastest one is the sword drawing technique.This kind of saber technique is not gorgeous, and it doesn't have the posture of being as graceful as a dragon, and often only has a flash of arc, and it only blooms after killing people.

Dacheng's sword drawing technique is invisible.

The only movement is that when returning to the sheath, there will be a very clear sound of combined attack.Then the head fell to the ground, and then the blade was slowly pulled out without even a drop of blood on the blade.

Murder is invisible.

On the day when he left the teacher, the master told him that the most important thing about this kind of sword technique is not the speed of drawing the sword, but always uphold the belief of victory. As long as you have the belief of victory, you will always be able to cut the fastest Knife, win all duels.

And once you lose confidence in your own knife.

Then the sword drawing technique will lose the hope of winning.

Wu Yong's sword-drawing technique has never failed, and he has killed high-level extraordinary people more than once.And this time was no exception, he was confident that as long as the crow let him get close, he could kill the crow under the knife.

almost.

close.

Wu Yong was walking in small steps very fast, he couldn't see his legs clearly, his body was almost parallel to the river, like an arrow shot out, his eyes cast away foreign objects, only Song Ci was alone.

The opponent neither hides nor dodges.

Arrived!

It's just that the crow moved suddenly just before hitting him, and his figure suddenly became blurred. Wu Yong couldn't catch this blur with his naked eyes. He felt as if a shadow was moving in front of him. And a certain group of shadows in it raised their feet and stomped down in an instant.

A ball of river water suddenly exploded.

Wu Yong's pupils shrank instantly, and he subconsciously wanted to draw his knife to cut the water curtain, but the sense of crisis between life and death made him suppress the urge to draw the knife, he knew that this was the domain of the "sky curtain", and everything was within Big brother is in control.

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

The owner of the sky screen changed the nature of the river water.

The moment his sight was restored, the hairs on Wu Yong's back exploded.

A dark shadow flashed before his eyes.

Song Ci didn't retreat but advanced, at this moment he rushed forward suddenly, and the two of them bumped into each other.

"Chong-"

draw the knife.

It is no longer killing silently, the noise of a knife being unsheathed is worse than the mocking crows of distant crows.

Wu Yong couldn't understand all of this——

In just a split second, Song Ci almost hugged herself into her arms.

A palm pressed against his own, and he wanted to draw the saber to kill the enemy, but the long saber was pushed back an inch when it was unsheathed an inch.

In the end, the cold light shattered inch by inch in the sheath. Song Ci withdrew his palm and let Wu Yong draw the saber. What he pulled out was only fragments of the sheath and a tightly gripped handle.

Song Ci's expression was calm, without any expression on his face, just watching Wu Yong silently.

He is waiting for the other party's next response.

But Wu Yong didn't do anything, after he pulled out the handle of the knife, he was as stunned as a wood carving.

At this moment, Wu Yong finally understood the meaning of his master's teaching before he became a teacher... He still had another long knife in his waist, but at this moment he didn't even have the courage to draw it.

He felt that he was very wrong.

Song Ci is indeed a lion.

But I am not a hungry wolf... more like a ridiculous ant.

"Is that all?"

Song Ci spoke softly, and Wu Yong looked up blankly.

He saw a fist, spread it wide in his field of vision, and landed on his own face.

Crow's fist hurts.

This is something that the entire Sincerity Society knows...but only those who have actually been beaten know how painful this fist is.

"boom!"

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

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 waves one after another... …

"Second brother!"

A roar of grief and anger resounded on the river.

This roar attracted Song Ci's attention.

He rushed forward suddenly, hitting his knee against the chin of the fourth fat man wearing a knuckle.

This time it was a volley in the air.

The running team of dozens of people was scattered by a bloated figure. Someone tried to catch the four leaders of Nantang, but regretted it the moment they raised their hands. The huge force directly broke their arms.

Qi Palm, who held the gun at the end, was not pale because he consumed a lot of mental power to maintain "Eagle Eye".

But the sight in front of him is really terrifying.

One figure after another surrounded Song Ci layer by layer, and then one figure after another was vigorously thrown away, like sandbags or pouches.

In the long night on the river beach, the silence was broken.

A group of sleeping crows flapped their wings and screamed loudly.

There is a hungry wolf in disguise, mixed with the flock of sheep, feasting on it.

(End of this chapter)