Chapter 61 The Dust Settles

“Trample, trample, trample!”

Feng Yi held the bloody knife in his hand and walked very slowly and heavily on purpose, raising dust on the ground. The sound of his footsteps on the ground was like stepping on everyone's heart, making their hearts beat fast.

The Blood Knife Ancestor, who was feared by everyone, had lost his domineering and arrogant spirit. His face was as pale as paper, his head was covered with sweat, and blood from the corners of his mouth dotted his chest. As Feng Yi approached step by step, he staggered backwards step by step, like a weak bamboo in the wind, and looked extremely embarrassed.

But the blood on his broken arm kept dripping, but he didn't cry out in pain, as if the broken arm was not his at all.

Most of the people around were men who would walk on the edge of a knife and kill people without blinking an eye. Seeing this scene, they were all moved.

The Blood Knife Patriarch's toughness is worthy of everyone's admiration.

Feng Yi suddenly shouted again and rushed forward two steps.

The Blood Knife Patriarch took three quick steps back, and with a thump, he leaned his back against the wall on the street and sat down on the ground. He clenched his teeth, endured the pain, and stretched his neck, saying loudly: "Kill me if you want to. Those who torture others are not heroes."

His desperate look made Feng Yi feel unprecedented excitement and satisfaction.

That feeling was far better than tricking Ding Dian into passing on his skills, forcing Ling Tui Si to surrender, defeating "Luo Hua Liu Shui", and forcing Hua Tiegan to be expelled! "Hero?"

Feng Yi laughed sarcastically, raised his head, and said proudly: "After all, we are all just here to make a living, and no one is better than anyone else. The most important thing is to keep your word.

If I say I will chop off your limbs with a bloody knife, then I will chop off your limbs!"

Everyone agreed with this and nodded.

Di Yun could no longer bear it and shouted, "You old beast, you broke my sister's arm. You are so evil."

Di Yun had his mute point sealed by Blood Knife Patriarch who hit him with a stone. But everyone knew that Blood Knife Patriarch was seriously injured and could not use his strength to penetrate his meridians. Even though Di Yun had never practiced advanced internal skills, it was not surprising that he broke through the mute point directly.

This is because when everyone is faced with special events such as great danger or excitement, the potential in the body is suddenly awakened, and they can often do things that are absolutely difficult to do under normal circumstances.

For example, in emergencies such as fires, a weak person who can barely lift a chicken can often carry a heavy load.

The essence of practicing advanced martial arts is actually to tap into everyone's potential.

This is why some people can master magical skills in just a few years, while others find it difficult to achieve success even after practicing advanced martial arts for their entire lives. It’s because of the limitations of their individual aptitude.

It's just like a three-year-old child's body. It is impossible for him to bear a thousand pounds.

The Blood Knife Patriarch had just used Qi Fang as a hostage, and had torn her sleeves and broken her arms.

Qi Fang was the most important person in Di Yun's heart. In her extreme grief and anger, her body energy was agitated, and the sealed mute point was opened.

Qi Fang was terribly humiliated and her arm was broken. She was so angry, anxious and in pain that she couldn't breathe and passed out.

Di Yun checked her mouth and nose and felt relieved when he felt that she was still breathing. Otherwise, with his temper, he would not have cursed her but would have rushed forward and fought to the death.

The Blood Knife Patriarch naturally ignored the words of the old beast Di Yun, but when he saw Feng Yi approaching with a knife, he lost all his spirit and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

It's not that he is afraid of death, but when he thinks of Feng Yi's vicious words, his fear is even greater than that of death.

But fear is not the answer.

He just wanted to destroy Qi Fang and die together with Feng Yi, but he used up all his strength and failed to achieve his goal.

Then, you have to pay the price for it.

This is the true meaning of Jianghu: Don't be afraid of taking action, just be afraid of not winning! Feng Yi stood in front of the Blood Knife Patriarch, looking down at him, his hand trembling slightly. The Blood Knife was a Burmese knife, which was really a precious sword made of tempered steel that was as soft as a finger. When his internal strength was urged, it was like a red flame rising suddenly, and the sound was like a bee buzzing.

Feng Yi made a false chop, and the blood knife, which was as thin as paper, made a hissing sound. He praised: "What a precious sword!"

Everyone knew that this precious sword would be even more powerful in Feng Yi's hands, but for the Blood Knife Ancestor it was a nightmare.

Everyone remembers what Feng Yi said just now.

Why did he sheath his sword and draw his blood knife? Was it because the sword couldn't kill people? No, he wanted to fulfill his promise and chop off the opponent's limbs with the blood knife that the Blood Knife Ancestor used to kill people and gain prestige.

Then Feng Yi said, "I have always been fair in my work. Considering that you have sent me a knife from a thousand miles away..."

Then he looked directly at the Blood Blade Monk and said calmly, "As long as you kowtow to me three times, I will only chop off your limbs and not drag you naked through the streets. How do you think?"

The street was completely silent, and everyone looked strange.

That's damn fair!

The Blood Blade Monk was furious when he heard this. He knew Feng Yi's intentions and thought, "This kid not only wants to torture me, but also wants me to kowtow and beg for mercy. Is this going to make me a complete joke?"

He wanted to increase his strength and fight again, but his dantian felt like thousands of needles piercing him, and he couldn't even breathe. Even though the Blood Blade Ancestor was as cunning as a ghost, he was at a dead end and had no idea what to do.

Feng Yi flicked the blood knife with his finger, and the clear voice penetrated his ears. He smiled and said: "You know, Ling Zhifu and I still have grievances to settle. Time is very precious. Now I give you a chance, you must seize it well!"

The Blood Knife Patriarch was terrified and stared at Feng Yi with hatred. He suddenly shouted, "Feng Yi, you are more shameless than me, and more cruel and vicious. You are the biggest evil demon in the world. If I had known that you were such a person, I don't know who would be lying there now!"

He was right. If we compare how thick-skinned and cruel a person is, he might not be better than Feng Yi.

It’s just that Feng Yi treats good people with one attitude, and he treats bad people even more cruelly than bad people themselves, with a kind of madness that doesn’t care about anything.

It was this evil nature that varied from person to person that caused the Blood Knife Patriarch to suffer a great loss when facing Feng Yi. Not only was his arm broken, but his life was also in danger.

This is because after the Blood Knife Patriarch heard about Feng Yi's deeds and saw with his own eyes how he dealt with Di Yun and Qi Fang, he felt that he was like a great hero.

So when facing difficulties, he praised Feng Yi with high words, begged for mercy, and said that he would never set foot in China again in his life. Given his status as the head of a family, he could be said to have given Feng Yi enough face.

If he were a hero like "Luohua Liushui", he would stop while he is ahead. In this way, he would not only gain the reputation of subduing the Blood Knife Ancestor, but also save people without taking any risks. Why not do it?

Unfortunately, all his seductive glances were seen by a blind man.

The most important thing for a hero is to sacrifice his own interests for the benefit of the majority. This is self-sacrifice. Feng Yi cannot reach this level.

All he wanted was to do his best to reward good people and punish bad people, and he was unwilling to harm others for his own benefit.

At best, he has some chivalrous spirit, but there is still a gap between him and those heroes who win people over with virtue.

As a result, the Blood Knife Patriarch was forced to issue an ultimatum using Qi Fang's life, but Feng Yi unexpectedly took action anyway.

Even so, the Blood Knife Patriarch never gave up. In the fight with Feng Yi, he risked tearing Qi Fang's clothes and crushing her arms in order to launch a final fierce killing move.

Just now, Feng Yi was shocked when he saw the Blood Knife Patriarch suddenly attack Qi Fang when he was fighting with him again.

He already knew that his power was not pure enough. He had been slashed on the left shoulder by the Blood Knife Patriarch before, and he forced the Blood Knife Patriarch to stay without waiting for him to recover, so his attack was relatively slow.

In this situation, it is indeed a dilemma to want to save people from a combat master like the Blood Knife Patriarch and kill people at the same time.

But he didn't expect that at this moment of life and death, why did the Blood Knife Patriarch break Qi Fang's wrist? He soon found out, because this was what the Blood Knife Patriarch wanted him to think about.

The blood knife was as soft as a snake and rushed out from Qi Fang's body with force like raindrops from the sky. Thousands of silver rainbows had already covered the acupuncture points all over her body. Its power was so strong that it was unprecedented.

Although Feng Yi is wearing a black silk robe and is not afraid of swords and knives, where will he end up if he faces this turbulent sword move that has both illusions and real moves?

Feng Yi was a little confused at this moment.

After all, the Blood Knife Patriarch's fighting spirit is unparalleled. He knows that if he fights with Feng Yi, he will die, and there is no other way.

But he was in a situation where he was doomed to die, and he had to desperately drag Feng Yi to be buried with him. This was the only thought in his mind.

Never stop breathing, never stop fighting, that's what the Blood Knife Ancestor does.

When masters fight, victory or defeat is just a matter of seconds, and everything depends on one's heart. After all, the Blood Knife Patriarch has only one idea, and he has no scruples about Qi Fang. It doesn't matter whether she lives or dies.

On the other hand, Feng Yi wanted to save Qi Fang, and his left arm injury had not healed yet, so he was not as flexible as usual. The Blood Knife Old Man's move was erratic and unpredictable. He knew in his heart that he wanted to be buried with him, so the attack could only land on the throat and heart.

Feng Yi was completely distracted in this situation. He leaned back and used his Iron Bridge Kung Fu to throw Qi Fang backwards with his left arm. He used his right hand to protect his whole body with the sword, trying his best to defend his throat and heart which were the fatal parts.

Who would have thought that the Blood Knife Ancestor's move was so swift and erratic, seemingly covering the entire body. However, just as Feng Yi leaned back to throw the man away, his left hand loosened, and all the strength of his body was concentrated in his right hand. With a flick of his wrist, the Blood Knife, which was as hard as iron, suddenly softened like a living snake.

He did not stab the throat or heart which could be fatal, but directly stabbed the Qihai point on Feng Yi's abdomen.

Yes, it is Feng Yi’s abdomen where the precious robe protects him.

It turned out that the Blood Knife Patriarch had rich practical experience. He had observed Feng Yi repeatedly performing martial arts for a long time and had some understanding of his moves and mentality.

He was willing to take a great risk and break Qi Fang's arm just to allow Feng Yi to rescue her with his left hand. However, Feng Yi had to resist his attack with his right hand at the same time, and it was easy for him to misdirect his strength.

He could take advantage of the opportunity, but at this moment, he couldn't kill Feng Yi. It would be good enough if he could injure him.

This "Blood Knife Technique" was originally a feint to the east and attack in the west, which was strange and unusual. What's more, the Blood Knife Ancestor was ready to launch an attack, and Feng Yi made a mistake in his guess, making it impossible for him to attack and even more impossible to resolve it.

When the blade was approaching, he had to grit his teeth, glared and shouted, and the Blood Knife Ancestor's blade hit him right in the abdomen.

However, the tip of the knife felt tough and slippery, and it didn't feel like it was stabbing a flesh and blood body. The Blood Knife Patriarch had anticipated this, but he gathered all the last of his body's strength on the tip of the knife.

The purpose was to deliver this sharp force into Feng Yi's dantian, so as to injure him.

If Feng Yi gets hurt, he will suffer the same fate as me today! This is Jingzhou!

Moreover, in the eyes of this group of people in the martial arts world, Feng Yi's head is more valuable than their own.

This is the way the Blood Knife Ancestor was buried.

But whether that force was released or not, with Feng Yi's loud shout, the Blood Knife Ancestor was confused.

He was already injured, and the last few moves had drained all his internal strength, so he was really dizzy from the shock.

In just that moment of distraction, he felt a chill at his right elbow and a stream of blood spurted into the sky, thus ending up in this state where he had no control over his life and death and was suffering humiliation.

When the two of them fought for the last time, their moves were mysterious and they were retracted after one strike without ever actually connecting. The two were only inches apart, their collars and sleeves fluttering, while Qi Fang's body was blocking the attack. Naturally, bystanders had no idea of ​​the mystery.

What you see is Feng Yi standing there intact.

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The Blood Knife Patriarch was lying there with one arm broken.

Feng Yi was scolded by the Blood Knife Patriarch, but he was very calm and said, "It's just a matter of kowtow, and I won't strip you of your clothes. It's not a disadvantage. Besides, maybe Baoxiang and Prefect Ling are hiding in the dark watching you. If you delay time, you may still be able to survive. It's not shameful!"

The Blood Knife Patriarch was so angry that his teeth itched, but he was at his wit's end and had no other options. He could only squint his old eyes, with light glimmering through his eyes: "Feng Yi!" He gritted his teeth and smiled sinisterly: "If a man has no faith, he doesn't know what he can do.

You said you would not be a human being if you didn't kill Ling Tuisi, isn't that a joke? Or are you seriously injured now and are pretending to be so that Ling Zhifu wouldn't dare to attack you! "

Feng Yi's eyes gleamed, and he said in a low voice: "Yes, I am just pretending, you better watch out."

The Blood Knife Ancestor suddenly felt a dazzling red light, his mouth hurt, blood flashed, and there were four "puff" sounds, and his limbs suddenly felt cold.

In just a moment, the Blood Knife Ancestor turned into a bloody mess, a sight that was unbearable to look at. Only his eyes were wide open, full of hatred.

Because the Blood Knife Ancestor's tongue was cut off and his hands and feet were separated from his body, blood was flowing all over the ground.

After a moment, the Blood Knife Ancestor felt pain all over his body. He let out a whimpering cry and rolled around in a pool of blood in agony. He wanted to commit suicide but couldn't.

He finally tasted the pain that Shui Dai felt when he cut off his legs in the original plot.

Especially Feng Yi's attack was too incredible. He stabbed the Blood Knife Ancestor in the mouth and limbs. Although the moves were ordinary, the speed of these five strikes was like one strike, and there was no difference in order.

Even though everyone knew that the Blood Knife Patriarch had committed many evil deeds in his life and was extremely vicious and deserved to be put to death, this tragic scene was too horrifying and they couldn't help but scream out in unison.

Qi Fang just woke up slowly and heard the Blood Knife Old Man screaming. She looked at a bloody mass of flesh and almost fainted from fright.

Feng Yi didn't know whether he was afraid or what, but he shivered twice in a row.

Especially the shivering action, which is very similar to the last action of men after urinating.

Feng Yi said faintly: "I am still soft-hearted. I still can't bear to let you walk through the streets!"

Having said that, he turned and left.

The battle between Feng Yi and the Blood Knife Sect started from the Wan family. It was unpredictable, like the winding Yellow River. Both sides fought with wits and strength, and it was exciting. Now, with the Blood Knife ancestor becoming this ghostly appearance, the dust has finally settled.

But Feng Yi took two steps, remembered something, walked back, lowered his body, held down the Blood Knife Ancestor's body with his sleeves, and used the blood knife to cut open the Blood Knife Ancestor's clothes.

Everyone looked at this scene and looked at each other in bewilderment. Are they really going to strip off the Blood Knife Ancestor's clothes and expose him to the public?

Feng Yi opened the Blood Blade Ancestor's clothes, but found only useless things like silver, and did not find what he wanted. He thought, "He has already mastered the Blood Blade Sutra, so he naturally does not need to carry it with him. I'm afraid it must be with his apprentice.

Damn it, I don’t know if it’s on those dead people, or on Bao Xiang, the living person, or maybe they didn’t bring it with them this time?”

Feng Yi pondered for a moment, his eyes rolled, he slowly stood up, put the bloody knife on his shoulder, and walked towards Yan Daping.

Yan Daping couldn't help but shudder, and said with difficulty: "Hero Feng, I, I..."

Feng Yi stretched out his left hand and gently placed it on his shoulder, his eyes filled with fatigue, and said, "I hope you can be like today in the future!"

For a moment, Yan Daping's lips trembled and he was speechless. He could only express his gratitude.

Feng Yi raised his left foot, and when it landed, he had already crossed several feet and reached the edge of the crowd. Everyone tactfully stepped aside and made way for him.

Feng Yi walked past with a bloody knife on his shoulder and his head held high.

One of them said resolutely: "Master Feng, people in the martial arts world should take care of the martial arts world. It is everyone's responsibility to defeat demons and defend the way of justice. We are willing to follow you and do our best for the martial arts world, and go straight to the Blood Knife Sect's den of thieves!"

"good!"

A man in green followed suit and said, "Master Feng, my sister, who was born of the same mother as me, was killed by the Blood Knife Sect. We couldn't afford to offend them, and for the sake of our reputation, we kept silent.

Today you kill the old thief with the blood knife and avenge my family. I am not talented enough, but I am willing to follow you and lead the horse..."

The men looked righteous and their words were touching, but Feng Yi didn't wait for them to finish. He wrapped the bloody knife around his waist, laughed out loud, his voice like a dragon's roar, and suddenly he was more than ten feet away.

Everyone saw that his body was light and fluttering, like a white cloud scattered by the wind, without raising any dust. His Qinggong was so good that they had never seen it before. They were stunned for a long time. Today they knew what a master was! Someone looked at the Blood Knife Ancestor who was still wailing in blood and touched his chin.

How can I make use of this useless person to make myself famous without taking credit for it?

Yan Daping watched Feng Yi go away, his heart filled with shock. No one knew that Feng Yi patted him on the shoulder, and he felt a warm current flowing through his body. His dantian felt warm, and all the internal strength he had lost before came back.

Although he managed to save his life at the Wan family, he was slapped by Feng Yi and could no longer muster his internal strength, so he thought he had become a cripple.

Who would have thought that when they met at this time, not only had his internal strength been restored, it seemed even better than before.

Feng Yi always planned things before doing anything, especially since he had the advantage of being a foresighted person, so he naturally made full use of the precautions to prepare for a rainy day.

He had already realized that the people from the Blood Knife Sect were right here.

Slapping Qi Fang's cheek was actually a trick, just like covering her with mud and plaster to make her lose her color, so the thieves would lose interest.

The same principle applies to abandoning words and achieving peace.

He already knew that Yan Daping in the original plot had a good impression of Di Yun, so letting him leave with the two of them was also a safety measure.

After all, Di Yun and Qi Fang had never been out of the house. Even if there was no harm from the Blood Knife Sect, they might not be able to return to their hometown in southern Hunan.

Therefore, that palm strike only used the Shenzhao Gong to suppress Yan Daping's internal strength. He would be able to recover his internal strength in less than a day.

As for Feng Yi helping Yan Daping recover his internal strength...

Yan Daping himself understands it.

All this was because when the Blood Knife Patriarch kidnapped Qi Fang, he also drew his sword to protect her.

Suddenly, Yan Daping's eyes were dazed, as if he understood the saying: "Just do good things, don't worry about the future!"

He also thought that if he had been like this in the past, his master might have passed on the magical skills to him long ago.

Di Yun also pursed his lips, his face looking very gloomy.

He also didn't know whether he would have the qualifications to seek revenge on Feng Yi in the future.

He was not a fool, and he understood at this time that the Blood Blade Sect was a sect that raped and plundered. What would happen if his junior sister fell into their hands? Di Yun looked at his junior sister, sighed, picked her up, put her on the tented carriage, and lay beside Qi Changfa.

Qi Fang clenched her teeth, endured the pain, glanced at her father beside her, and tears slid down her pale cheeks.

She knew that from today on, she would no longer have the right to avenge her father's death!

She also understands things.

Feng Yi chased after the Blood Blade Monk and let himself be held hostage. He could feel guilty towards her, but she could not expect him to save her! This move by others was what the martial arts world calls a life for a life.

…

Feng Yi ran very fast at first. He crossed a long street, went up and down a few times, and turned into an alley. His steps slowed down. Just as he reached the middle of the alley, he suddenly stumbled, held the wall with his hands, and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

He struggled to lean against the wall, his face as pale as gold paper, motionless, thinking to himself: "Blood Knife Ancestor is worthy of being the Blood Knife Ancestor, powerful, powerful!"

(End of this chapter)