Chapter 335 World War I

Bai Choufei is looking at Zhang Sanfeng. Zhang Sanfeng is already an old man. Although Bai Choufei seems to have no respect for the old man from beginning to end, when he sees other old people, he always has a desire to help.

When he saw Zhang Sanfeng, he didn't, because he knew that this person absolutely didn't need his own help.

The two had no special choice, but when they were ready to do it, there was suddenly no one around.

Bai Choufei didn't say anything, and Zhang Sanfeng naturally had nothing to say.

Bai Choufei held his fist, Zhang Sanfeng nodded, and then in an instant, the two of them took action at the same time...

Bai Chou flew out fiercely and fiercely.

He is a person who has no room left. His martial arts skills are fierce, and it is even more terrible after being stained with the blood of so many people.

He didn't use a knife, because he really didn't want to.

It's a pity that even if he moves the knife, he is afraid that he is not Zhang Sanfeng's opponent, let alone the knife...

Zhang Sanfeng didn't walk in a big place. Several times, he seemed to be forced to retreat by Bai Choufei.

But every time at the last moment, his body suddenly stood firmly again.

After 40 moves, Bai Choufei's heart has been depressed.

He suddenly remembered a few words his father said in the ancient Zen temple 20 years ago...

- Soft can overcome the strong, and the weak can beat the strong.

- Although the steel knife is strong, it is even a line of flowing water. Although the breeze is weak, it can calm the most turbulent waves.

- You must remember this, because although you seem easy-going, you are actually stubborn; although you seem modest, you are actually proud.

- I believe you will become famous in the future. Because of your temper, you will be able to play your knife to the extreme, but if you forget this, when you meet a real opponent, you will definitely lose.

The gloomy ancient tree, the deep Zen temple, the old man with white hair on his head just appeared sitting under the tree and telling a young man sincerely - this scene suddenly appeared in front of him at this moment.

These hard-forth and inextinible golden and stone words also seemed to ring in his ear.

It's a pity that he has forgotten these words for a long time, and it's too late to think about them now.

He suddenly found that his whole body was bound by a soft but unbroken force, like a tiger and leopard sinking into the deep water and the fly moth into the cobweb.

Then Zhang Sanfeng's palm pressed down on him like the huge shadow of the mountain. He can't avoid it.

- What is it like to die? 7

Gentle and beautiful bridal chamber candlelight night, his wife's plump and round legs.

Why did he think of this at this moment?

But why is this moment so long?

Bai Choufei slowly opened his eyes, but saw that Zhang Sanfeng had stood outside him and looked at him.

"Light up your knife." Zhang Sanfeng spoke slowly.

Bai Chou narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Sanfeng. After a long time, he sighed. His right hand was empty, and a slender and sad knife appeared in his hand.

A light flashed in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes. He flew to Bai Chou and lit up his posture. He understood what he meant. Come on.

Bai Choufei moved the corners of his mouth, but he waved the knife directly!

He was still three steps away from Zhang Sanfeng, but when his knife was raised to a high place and split down, the blade was already on Zhang Sanfeng's head.

There is nothing else about this knife. There is only one thing. Hurry up!

Soon!

In reality, the fastest time to run a hundred meters is nine seconds.

One hundred meters is nine seconds.

Ten meters is nine seconds.

One meter is zero and nine seconds.

And this 100 meters is not an average run, so when a person is the fastest, he can do it within one meter.

And people like Bai Choufei can even move a distance of this meter in zero and one second.

This is not a joke, let alone a legend, but a real thing.

It exists in reality, and it is even more in the game.

This is just a simple knife, but at this point, there are not many people in the world who can catch it.

Of course Zhang Sanfeng can catch it!

When the blade began to split, Zhang Sanfeng's right hand was only an inch away from the tip of the knife. The blade was splitting down, and his hand also slipped down there...

A whole half circle!

Bai Choufei can't change the trajectory. He was shocked to see that he had exhausted his strength but could not take it back. He looked at Zhang Sanfeng's right hand a little on the tip of the knife, and then his body involuntarily retreated until the place where he was standing...

He stood up. Zhang Sanfeng was a little shocked. Others didn't know, but he knew how much power he had used at that point and could stand back three steps back at that point. This is no longer ordinary time.

Zhang Sanfeng said, "What kind of kung fu did you use just now?"

Bai Choufei "Kung Fu is kung fu. There is only one kind of kung fu. This is the kind of killing, and this is the same kind of saving people."

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes shined, and he didn't expect that the young man could say such a truth.

- Basically, all martial arts are the same.

Although this truth is obvious, there are not many people who can really understand it.

In fact, there are few people in the world who are worth this. What is the origin of this young man?

Zhang Sanfeng stared at him and suddenly took action again.

This time, his action is slower and softer, like the kind of breeze that can calm the waves, and like the line of running water flowing down from the top of the mountain that will never break.

But this time he met neither a steel knife nor a wave, so the power he used was completely meaningless.

Zhang Sanfeng was even more surprised. His fist changed from soft to tough, from slow to fast.

Bai Choufei's reaction has also changed.

His knife seems to be able to predict the same place where it should appear.

Zhang Sanfeng suddenly stopped and looked at Bai Choufei and asked, "Who taught you your martial arts?"

Bai Choufei replied, "No one taught me."

"So where did you learn your kung fu?"

"Killing people." Bai Choufei's tone had an indescribable disgust. He said, "Killing people, keep killing people."

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned. Of course, he heard that what Bai Choufei said was true, but he couldn't understand how many people would be killed by such a knife method? But except for the group of players who don't take their lives for themselves, he can't find out who Bai Choufei has killed.

What Wudang can't find out naturally hasn't happened.

This young man must also have a past that people can't bear to look back on.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed, raised his hand again and said, "Let go and attack."

"Rinto attack?" Bai Choufei suddenly laughed and said, "Do you think you can catch it? Why have I been walking on the world for many years? I have never let go of the attack. Do you think that Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts can catch my all-out move?

Arrogant!

Zhang Sanfeng did not have any expression. He quietly looked at Bai Choufei and did not say anything.

Bai Choufei slowly withdrew his smile, and his face suddenly became cold and indifferent. He watched Zhang Sanfeng retreat. It was not until the distance between him and Zhang Sanfeng opened nine steps before he slowly raised his knife.

The knife body is sad and white, but when it is raised to a high place, it turns into blood red!

It's like a ball of flowing blood...

Zhang Sanfeng inhaled, and his clothes that seemed to flutter with the wind suddenly settled down.

It seems that the wind has settled down.

Bai Choufei, who is nine steps away, has waved the knife and waved the knife again!

Zhang Sanfeng shook his fist in an instant.

There are still nine steps between the two, but Zhang Sanfeng's fist has met the blade!

The Taoist clothes that accompanied Zhang Sanfeng for decades were blown to pieces by the knife wind. But Zhang Sanfeng's fist abruptly caught this knife!

Amazing flashed in Bai Choufei's eyes turned into fierceness. He stared at the blade and pressed it down.

Except for Bai Choufei, no one knows how strong this knife will be.

His martial arts skills are only 70, let alone more than 40, adding up to only 110, but his murderous spirit is almost infinite. That is to say, he can use the most force, not one hundred, but one hundred and one martial arts multiplied by one hundred and one!

The combat effectiveness of 12100 is the limit that Bai Choufei can use under normal circumstances.

And in this knife. Bai Choufei made nine steps in a row, which was the nine steps he had practiced to Dacheng. Nine steps and nine knives, superimposed to eighty-one times the attack.

12100 times 81.

972100!

The power of nearly a million damage.

Bai Choufei never thought that someone could catch it. This is almost the attack power to break the void.

Zhang Sanfeng caught it.

Zhang Sanfeng not only caught it, but also caught it with his right hand!

His right hand was pressed down by Bai Choufei, but he was inhaling. Draw a circle with his left hand and twist his back waist, hit his right hand, and work together!

But in an instant, Bai Choufei flew backwards.

Even Zhang Sanfeng's face flashed unbearable!

That's really unbearable. His ability to catch it doesn't mean that Bai Choufei can catch it. Bai Choufei's ability to launch such an attack does not mean that he can catch such an attack!

Zhang Sanfeng did show mercy.

So after Bai Chou flew to the ground, two hundred and seven bones were broken all over his body, but he was still alive.

Bai Choufei's eyes were a little lax. After a while, he took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Sanfeng: "Are you not hurt?"

He had no problem with the broken bones all over his body, but he was shocked that Zhang Sanfeng was not injured under such an attack.

"How can you not get hurt like this?" Bai Choufei opened his mouth wide.

But Zhang Sanfeng was indeed not injured. He just changed his clothes.

Zhang Sanfeng's face is not very good-looking. He did not answer Bai Choufei's question, but looked at Bai Choufei and said coldly, "Take care of your injury and leave the Central Plains. Don't step into the Central Plains for ten years!"

Bai Choufei heard it, but he didn't seem to hear the same muttering: "How can you not get hurt?"

Zhang Sanfeng looked a little gloomy when he left. He didn't even care about the broken bones all over his body and fell to the ground and couldn't move.

Bai Choufei has been muttering that sentence. For a long time...