Chapter 11 It seems to be you

However, when Su Yong wiped the two blood from his nostrils with his hand, he clearly heard an exclamation from behind.

Although the cry is a little sharp, it is not harsh, and even... a little pleasant?

He was stunned and soon realized that the woman's voice, which sounded a little familiar, was made by the eldest daughter of the Eighth Prince.

The two women actually hid in a house in the back and peeked at their father fighting with me? Su Yong was stunned and couldn't help smiling bitterly: Is she worried about her father or for me?

His smile touched the pain in his chest, and the pain was even more tearful. Fortunately, he turned his back to the back, so as not to let the woman see the joke.

He took a deep breath and forcibly swallowed the blood that poured into his throat. He slowly raised his knife again, regardless of the soreness of his whole body.

The eighth prince stood dozens of meters in front of him, with his hands behind him. It seemed that although he was extremely calm, he was also secretly surprised.

Although he flashed Su Yong's attack repeatedly with the help of his extremely high cultivation, and then slapped it away with one palm. But I was still a little shocked by his exquisite moves and the strong spirit of standing up so quickly.

It has been nearly ten years since he entered the Tao. Naturally, he knew the power of his full blow, but the other party seemed to have been beaten to spit blood. In fact, he understood that when Su Yong was in the palm of his hand, he had condensed his whole body's true qi on his back. The blood knife was just a bluffing trick, and he did not intend to use it to hurt the other party.

With the help of his palm wind, Su Yong removed most of his strength in the glide, and then hit the debris and fell to the ground.

Of course, the Eighth Prince knows that the courtyard wall and two trees can't do much damage to his strong body. And his real injury was almost completely blocked by his true qi.

The anti-shock force from his palm already knew how terrible Su Yong's reaction was. Under his own lightning-fast attack, the other party can still rely on consciousness to gather true qi to resist. This reaction ability is even several times faster than the subconscious, which shows how sensitive the other party's senses are to such a terrible level.

Although his internal strength is stronger than that of the other party,... the other party is only in his early twenties, but he is almost over half a hundred years old. The eighth prince looked at the red palm and sighed: How on earth did this guy practice?

The late autumn wind is very strong here in the island country. Even if this is Kyoto, those high and low wooden houses have not been able to block much sea breeze. At this moment, it still blows here from the streets and from countless urban cracks. The dust on the ground surged up and fell, and then it was blown up again.

The old and the young stood on the ruins in the midst of prosperity, standing in the slightly salty sea breeze that did not roar but was definitely not gentle, silent.

Among the two, there is still a knife.

A blood knife.

The blood knife has not been stained with blood, but the color on it is deeper and colder than the blood.

"Come again." The tip of Su Yong's knife moved slightly, and his figure was standing firmly and standing straight at this moment.

The Eighth Prince was silent for a long time and suddenly said, "Look at it with the knife you just started to use."

In his voice, his body flashed, leaving only one shadow in place, but his body had turned into countless circling wind circles at a distance of dozens of meters, rushing at him one by one.

These countless wind circles are like his body spinning, but I don't know which one is real and which one is virtual?

But outside every wind circle, there are dozens of palm shadows flying, all with harsh whistling sounds.

The kind of knife method just used? Su Yong was stunned. I only have three moves in total. What else is there any knife?

Just as he was stunned, the first wind circle had come to life. There was a flower in front of him, and the subconscious blood knife was the first thing he learned.

The first knife, the roaring shadow of the knife pierced the palm shadow.

In the second knife, the blood knife stabbed into the center of the wind circle with a small blood rainbow.

The third knife, the last blow point is in the heart of the wind circle, which shatters the wind circle.

He attacked three knives in one go and seemed to cut off the attack of this wind circle. In fact, only he knew the pain in his heart. Although this seemingly virtual and indistinguishable wind circle is not as terrible as the other party's real body attack, it also needs to go all out to block it. The illusory palm shadow hit his blood knife, and the anti-shock power is not worse than Takeo Chino.

How many of these dozens of wind circles can you stop? What's more, I can't see which one is the real body at all. How can the strong attack of the real body be blocked by such a hard-maintained knife method?

But he also found something similar to the Western Red Fan's magic in the other party's strange attack.

It's just that he has to think about the mystery by himself. At this moment, a series of wind circles are constantly rushing in front of him. It's almost difficult for him to breathe. How can he be distracted?

He cut through six wind circles in a row, and his body's energy had been exhausted. He had to slide into the forest before the seventh arrived.

The palm wind of the seventh wind circle hit the branches and leaves of several trees in the garden, leaving the bare trunk in an instant. But the wind circle finally roared by, breaking all these trunks and falling down.

Su Yong, who tried to avoid this wave of attacks, has staggered, and it is even a little difficult to escape. How can he resist?

Just as he ran out of the garden full of broken branches and leaves again, the eighth wind circle also rushed over.

At this time, Su Yong walked to the center of the pile of debris in the wooden house. At this time, his hands were no longer weak, but finally a divine light that condensed up finally swept out in his eyes.

The broken beam board next to him flew into a group again and hit the wind circle.

With a bang, a large pile of wood chips were blown into all directions. The broken beams and boards were broken more thoroughly, but they still could not completely resist the power of the wind circle. The wind circle finally roared from Su Yong and hit a courtyard wall. The snow-white wall of the courtyard wall was instantly increased by dozens of cracks.

Su Yong, who staggered, did not completely avoid the center of the wind circle. At this moment, he fell over in the corner of the wall by the strong wind, and finally spit out a large mouthful of blood and sprinkled it on the wall full of cracks.

However, before he got up, and even touched the blood knife that fell to one side, the ninth wind circle arrived again.

He could only stare at the approaching and closer hovering figure, and his body was sore and had no strength to avoid it.

At this moment, a figure rushed in front of him. This extremely delicate and warm figure stood in front of the wind circle and exclaimed, "Dad, are you really going to kill him?"

I only heard a long sigh, and the wind circle slowly stopped. It was the Eighth Prince himself.

The Eighth Prince's gray robe sleeves waved back, and the wind circles that were still spinning behind were all broken in an instant, leaving a round dust ripple on the ground, just like a tornado had just passed.

There was a trace of excitement on his face, but his trembling lips made him look more old. The eighth prince took his eldest daughter's little hand and looked at Su Yong meaningfully: "Good knife. Good eyesight. Good idea. It seems that it's you."

Su Yong was a little confused. He hesitated to reach out and tried to touch the blood knife, but his pale wrist could not hold the blood knife in his hand.

He took two breaths gently before calming down a little, and then he tried to lift his pale face, and his eyes as bright as morning stars were also full of fatigue.

"What?" He hummed these two words gently, and his voice was as soft as if he were whispering.

"You go and take them with you." The Eighth Prince shouted indisputable, and his two thick eyebrows moved, slightly moist and slightly red.