Chapter 56: The Truth of Victory, the Ancestor Appears

These five people are all masters of the Blood Knife Sect, especially Shengdi, whose martial arts skills are second only to the Blood Knife Ancestor.

If Feng Yi was dealing with one person, he could kill him with a wave of his hand, and two or three people would not be difficult to deal with either.

But the five of them formed a chain attack. If they wanted to kill one of them, they had to concentrate their strength on one move.

At that time, my whole body was like an egg without a shell. The opponents were all very powerful and would definitely take advantage of my weakness. Once I was injured, I would be dead in this situation.

Although he had the black silkworm robe to protect his body, it was not difficult for him to withstand the opponent's attack and kill one person.

But Feng Yi was sharp-minded and prepared for anything. He knew very well that the Blood Knife Sect had more than just these five people, they also had a master.

No one can tell whether the Blood Knife Ancestor came or not.

Feng Yi would never think that in the original plot, Ding Dian was in the Jingzhou prison, facing the Five Bloody Knife Monks, and that he would be the same as him.

This idea is too taken for granted.

Therefore, the Black Silkworm Robe is the trump card that Feng Yi prepared for the Blood Knife Ancestor. It must not be wasted on these people unless it is absolutely necessary.

If the Blood Knife Ancestor was nearby and saw this scene, it would be difficult for him to take the enemy by surprise, attack them when they are unprepared, and decide the outcome in one fell swoop.

In view of this, he fought with several people with real kung fu. But Baoxiang screamed and fell, which surprised the Blood Knife monks.

If they were fighting alone, they would not be surprised even if Feng Yi killed Bao Xiang with one move. After all, they had witnessed with their own eyes how deep Feng Yi's internal strength was.

However, several people were attacking at the same time. No matter how deep Feng Yi's internal strength was, he had to use his internal strength to resist and dodge others' moves while attacking others. He didn't dare to use all his internal strength on one person. This was the reason why they dared to attack him even though they knew that Feng Yi's internal strength was extremely deep.

Little did people know that Feng Yi's Shenzhao Gong was of great power, and his inner strength was unparalleled in the world, three times stronger than Ding Dian in the original plot.

After all, he had a healthy body, he didn't have a collar bone, his tendons were not cut, and he didn't have heavy handcuffs or shackles on his body.

They could only withstand two or three punches from Ding Dian, but Feng Yi only used 30% to 40% of his strength to resist, and Bao Xiang was no match for him. As he retreated, the aftereffects of the Shen Zhao Gong had not yet dissipated, and he only felt a strange force running through his body, causing him to ache all over and fall down immediately.

Fortunately, Bao Xiang's long-practiced "Blood Knife Sutra" internal force was also of the Yang and He type, so his life was not in danger. Otherwise, the Shen Zhao Gong would have gone straight into his lungs, and he would have died without a doubt.

Even so, Bao Xiang felt his arms were about to break and his whole body was sore as he lay on the ground. He was almost paralyzed and could not get up for a short time.

Feng Yi's internal strength became so strong that everyone who saw him would be horrified.

Shengdi was shocked and his sword showed a flaw, which was fleeting, but enough for Feng Yi.

This sword strike suddenly became several times faster, as fast as lightning. When Shengdi heard Feng Yi's "hit", he felt an extremely sharp sword energy, which made him sweat all over. He was unable to dodge and block with his sword. It also took some time for the other brothers' weapons to hit Feng Yi.

Feng Yi's stab may seem simple, but its power depends entirely on the skill of the swordsman. This sword takes advantage of the opportunity and gathers all the strength of the Shenzhao Gong, which is a move that cannot be blocked or dodged.

The sword light of Shengdi was blinding, and his heart went cold. He cried out inwardly, "My life is over!"

But at this critical moment, Feng Yi suddenly felt a great change in the aura around him. Everyone saw a flash before their eyes, and a person fell from the roof like a meteor or bullet behind Feng Yi.

This was totally unexpected for everyone. They didn't expect that there was someone else hiding on the roof.

The man shouted, "Don't harm my disciple's life!" His voice was old and dry, like torn silk.

In a flash, a red shadow flashed towards Feng Yi's forehead. Feng Yi heard the sound of a golden blade chopping the wind behind him. The blade was three feet away and a sharp knife energy almost tore his clothes apart. His internal strength was far above that of the Blood Knife Monks and not inferior to that of Falling Flowers and Running Water.

Feng Yi knew who the person was without looking back. If he tried to kill Shengdi by force, even with the black silkworm robe protecting him, his head might be cut in half.

In a flash, the method to defeat the enemy has already come to mind, and Feng Yi took back his sword and blocked the knife.

There was a quick "clang" sound, followed by a continuous buzzing sound, and the two blades collided. Feng Yi's sword force suddenly paused, and the man's arm was numb from the shock of his Shen Zhao Gong, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

But with just this one blow, Feng Yi's killing move was broken, which gave Shengdi the opportunity.

He had extraordinary lightness skills and he pushed his feet hard and slid out immediately. However, when Feng Yi turned his hand to block the knife, he borrowed the force of the knife and pushed his feet hard again. The whole person was like a cannonball, rushing straight towards Shengdi.

Shengdi felt that Feng Yi was carrying a gust of strong wind like a tide, which made it difficult for him to breathe, so he quickly swung his scimitar to block it.

Feng Yi did not slow down, he bent his right hand and flicked his fingers, with a clang sound, Shengdi had never seen such a swift technique before, his wrist veins felt numb, and the single sword flew to the right like a leaf blown by the wind, exposing the empty space.

This round of changes was so fast and surprising that Shengdi couldn't react before Feng Yi crashed into his chest.

The collision was like a mountain collapsing and the sea collapsing. There was a loud bang, and Shengdi was like being hit by a battering ram. His whole body was bent into a bow shape, with his limbs almost falling apart, and he flew out like a broken sack.

The man was in the air, his eyes bulging, black blood oozing from his ears and nose, his mouth wide open, and he flew several feet away.

It’s a long story, but the fight happened in a flash.

Not to mention that the people on the field couldn't see clearly, even with the fact that there was one more person on the field, with Feng Yi's ability, he didn't even have time to see what he looked like. This shows how intense and dangerous the battle was.

Suddenly, Shengdi flew out, and Ling Tui Si and his men exclaimed in surprise.

Regardless of everyone's reaction, before Shengdi fell to the ground, one of the four crescent-shaped swords glowed red. The weapons were different from the other three. It brought a cone-like sword wind, blocking all directions around Feng Yi.

Once this move is used, it will be difficult to break out except by taking the attack head-on.

But these four swords came at him with great force, and Feng Yi only had a sword in his hand. No one knew whether he could take them.

Feng Yi had just knocked Sheng Di to death, and he exhaled a breath of air in a hurry. He exerted force on his feet, and several floor tiles were shaken into powder. At the same time, he waved his sleeves, and dust flew. His sword was like a ring, protecting everything above, below, left and right.

Everyone saw a whirlwind rising around Feng Yi, and the powder on the ground covered the sky and was as powerful as a tornado, which made them dizzy.

Although the Blood Knife Monks were very powerful, they could not see Feng Yi's specific figure clearly, and could only swing their swords to chop based on their previous memories and deductions.

There was a continuous "clang clang" sound, sparks flew, and in an instant a white shadow jumped out from the knife net.

Feng Yi used the smoke and dust to block the sight of several people, and with the swing of his sword and the flick of his sleeves, he not only took on the attacks of the four people, but also broke out of the encirclement. This made the four monks shocked and angry, but also amazed.

And they failed to trap the man and were unable to get up.

Because drinking ice water in cold weather, the cold and warmth are in your heart.

Shanyong, Bayin, and Hujie's internal strength was not as good as Shengdi's. When they clashed with Feng Yi's weapons, their arms were numb and they were unable to quickly gather the internal strength to fight Feng Yi. They could only stand with their swords horizontally, secretly regulating their breathing and preparing for the next round of attacks.

But just because they couldn't do it doesn't mean others can't do it. With a cold laugh, a black shadow flew away like an angry arrow, and the red shadow rushed to Feng Yi's back and shouted, "Lie down!"

The knife was fast and fierce, and it happened just when Feng Yi broke through the encirclement.

Although Feng Yi's internal strength was deep, he also felt the great pressure. Of the four crescent-shaped swords, three were fine, but the powerful force of one of them almost broke through the protective sword curtain he had swirled up.

Just as he was about to exhale, the wind from the knife came towards him again, extremely fierce.

At the critical moment, Feng Yi drew his sword to block again, but unexpectedly, a red shadow flashed and bent against the wind, like a soft belt, and suddenly changed direction and slashed towards his back.

Feng Yi's internal breath had not yet recovered, and his hands slowed down unconsciously. The opponent's move was extremely swift and powerful, and there were endless follow-up moves. If he turned his sword to block, he would lose the initiative. When those few people recovered their breath,...

Feng Yi made up his mind and decided to take a risk. He moved sideways three feet. The man in black used his back move to hit his head. Feng Yi staggered and tilted his head. There was a "clang" sound, and the red shadow hit Feng Yi's shoulder.

Everyone exclaimed in unison, and when Ling Tui Si saw this, his eyes lit up.

He saw that the man's swordsmanship was fierce and his internal strength was deep. No matter how powerful Feng Yi was, this sword would not cut off his arm. How could he fly to heaven? Unexpectedly, the man in black said "Huh", as if he had not expected this scene.

It turned out that he was very experienced. When he chopped down with the knife, he instantly felt no sound of the blade entering the flesh.

When masters compete, victory or defeat is decided in an instant.

His move failed, and Feng Yi exhaled a breath of foul air. He quickly urged his Shen Zhao Gong, a red glow flashed on his face, he shook his shoulders, slightly tilted his body, and his left fist was as fast as lightning, hitting the opponent's chest.

Feng Yi finally had the chance to see his appearance clearly. He was a monk wearing a black robe. He was very old, with a pointed head and thin ears, and a terrifying red glow was surging on his wrinkled face.

Feng Yi knew it was the Blood Knife Ancestor.

Even though the Blood Knife Ancestor had been through hundreds of battles, he never expected that his precious sword would sometimes be unable to cut people. Moreover, as Feng Yi shrugged his shoulders, the precious sword was out of control and flew up.

This really frightened the Blood Knife Patriarch. His weapon was a precious sword with a sharp blade. He firmly believed that even if he mastered the Shaolin Vajra Indestructible Kung Fu, he would still be able to cut through it.

What was even more terrifying was that the sharp blade in his hand not only failed to cut through, but was instead rebounded by Feng Yi's Shenzhao Gong, causing it to bounce back and his blood in his chest to boil.

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The Blood Knife Patriarch secretly cried out in despair, a huge force was pressing down like a mountain, and he subconsciously twisted his body to dodge, but unfortunately Feng Yi's punch took the initiative, and the wind from the fist enveloped him, making it impossible for him to dodge.

Wherever the fist reached, there was a bang, and the Blood Knife Old Ancestor felt a tightness in his chest. He slid two feet away, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth.

“Master!”

Shan Yong and Hu Jie, who were behind the Blood Knife Patriarch, rushed forward to help him. However, as soon as their fingertips touched their master's back, a huge force surged, and they retreated three steps in a row, and finally stood still, shaking.

Although these movements are long to write down, they are all completed in the blink of an eye. The speed of the movements and the speed of the changes made everyone change color in horror and exclaim in unison.

"Master, are you okay?"

Bayin leaped forward again and supported the frightened Blood Knife Ancestor.

Bao Xiang also recovered his breath at this time and shouted: "Master, this kid's internal strength is too evil, be careful."

Everyone was shocked. This old monk was actually the master of this group of Blood Knife Monks. Even if they joined forces, they could not defeat Feng Yi alone.

Ling Tuisi couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

The Blood Knife Patriarch was still in shock, but he shook his head and said loudly: "I'm fine."

However, blood was still flowing from the corner of his mouth, and the soft Burmese knife in his right hand, with the blade facing outwards, looked sharp and thin, and the blade kept trembling like a live snake. He seemed to be fine, but in fact, his internal organs were almost turned upside down.

The power of Shenzhao Gong was extremely strong, and this blow hit the vital part of the chest. If Feng Yi had not been stabbed by a knife before, this punch would have been less than 50% of its usual strength, and the Blood Knife Ancestor would have been killed as soon as he appeared on the stage.

Even so, he had already suffered severe internal injuries.

The Blood Knife Patriarch looked up and saw Feng Yi with a gloomy look in his eyes. He was slowly retracting his right fist and said in a dark voice, "Blood Knife old thief!"

The anger in the Blood Knife Patriarch's heart was even greater than his internal injuries. He looked straight at Feng Yi and laughed, "So powerful, so powerful! I was wondering how you, with such a great reputation, could have cut off my arm with one knife.

Damn it, I didn't expect you to be wearing a protective robe and deliberately took Bao Xiang's punch. This time, the ancestor miscalculated!" As he spoke, he slowly swept the back of the knife across the bright bald head.

The Blood Knife Ancestor was invulnerable to a single blow. With his experience and knowledge, he shouldn't have been so easily attacked.

But he saw that Feng Yi had to resist even Bao Xiang's punch, and he had just received more than ten moves from him and his apprentice, and he hadn't even caught his breath yet, so when he swung his sword, the power was so great that he was sure to win.

He was just thinking about how to make a cripple and get his Shenzhao Gong, then he would definitely be the best in the world, and all the beauties in the world would be happy and feel relaxed and happy.

He had never expected that Feng Yi was wearing a black silk robe and his internal strength was far superior to his. He was deliberately let to be hit. It was a deliberate plan, but he suffered a great loss immediately. Naturally, he was not convinced.

Feng Yi looked at the Blood Blade Patriarch's iconic movements and said calmly: "You are also very powerful. If it weren't for the precious robe protecting me, my arm would have been broken by you. You have lived for so long, it really lives up to your reputation. I admire you!"

As he spoke, Feng Yi transferred the sword to his left hand and began to massage his shoulder.

Although he was protected by the Black Silkworm Robe and the Divine Illumination Skill, it was still difficult for him to withstand the blow from the Blood Knife Ancestor.

The opponent's internal strength was far beyond what Shengdi and the others could achieve. The blood knife was a sharp weapon, thinner than an ordinary single knife, and its strength was concentrated at one point. Therefore, half of his body felt numb and sore at this time, and he could only regulate his breathing secretly.

The Blood Knife Patriarch raised his thumb and said, "For what you said, I should have fought with you for another 300 moves. Unfortunately, I lost my move and can't accompany you any more!"

"Three hundred moves?" Feng Yi laughed: "Are you worthy of it?"

The Blood Knife Patriarch’s face was crimson, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Feng Yi, however, looked as usual, with a smile on his face that never faded.

Feng Yi knew that Blood Knife Patriarch was not the best martial artist in the Liancheng world, but his battle record was the most brilliant. Facing the four opponents of "Falling Flowers and Flowing Water" whose martial arts were not inferior to his, he was able to kill three of them and captured one, which was a miracle.

But the biggest factor for this miracle was the geographical advantage and the deep understanding of the habits of the snow, which caught "Luohua Liushui" off guard.

But today, facing Feng Yi, he not only did not have this advantage, but on the contrary, Feng Yi knew him quite well.

Before he appeared, they were thinking about how to plot against him, and when he appeared, all these plans were put to use on him.

However, when Feng Yi thought of the danger just now, cold sweat broke out on his back.

The Blood Knife Patriarch snorted: "Your internal strength is indeed much stronger than mine, but you are only relying on the precious robe to protect yourself. Why are you so arrogant?"

Feng Yi said calmly: "You lurk nearby and watch the five disciples besiege me. One is to consume my mental strength, and the other is to test my martial arts skills.

But I didn't expect that I had known you for a long time and had always been thinking about you.

You have a cruel heart. If Shengdi was not the disciple with the highest martial arts skills among you, you would probably not have taken action against him even if he died.

You just want me to lose my energy so that you can take action calmly and decide the outcome in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, the art of martial arts is ever-changing. Martial arts skills are only a prerequisite. Victory or defeat also depends on timing, luck, and actual combat performance.

You brought five disciples with you, but I was wearing precious clothes without revealing them. Neither you nor I was more glorious than the other.

But your internal strength is not as good as mine, and your martial arts are not better than mine. No matter how experienced you are in practical combat, this is Jingzhou, and I am more familiar with it than you.

You miscalculated the enemy again, and you were three moves behind. How can an old man like you fight me for three hundred moves?"

Blood Knife Patriarch's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. He knew very little about Feng Yi, but Feng Yi knew him very well. He cursed in his heart: "Damn it, he spent all day hunting geese, but got his eyes pecked by a little bird."

Zuigami said with a smile: "Excellent, excellent!" The bald head hanging on the knife's back said with a click of the tongue: "You said that, so you must want to keep me, the ancestor, here today, right?"

"This?" Feng Yi narrowed his eyes: "It depends on how brave you are."

(End of this chapter)