Chapter 21 The difference of the master

Liu Feng was in extreme excitement. He suddenly heard that there was something abnormal behind him. Before he could turn back, the backhand of the long gun in his hand was stabbed out, and a sharp airflow rushed straight with the gun.

A shot stabbed back like electric light, but it was empty again. When he suddenly turned around, a white shadow had crossed in front of him like a ghost. Before he could see the face of the comer, the bronze tiger's palm had climbed the handle of the gun under the blade.

The shadow stood up, and that heroic and extraordinary face was imprinted into the eyes. It was Zhao Yun.

Liu Feng woke up for a moment. Although he recognized Zhao Yun, he broke out in a cold sweat: When he was practicing martial arts just now, his spirit was already highly alert, and when Zhao Yun appeared behind him, he did not notice it at all. If it wasn't Zhao Yun, but the enemy, and took the opportunity to kill suddenly, he didn't have any time to react at all, wouldn't this life be inexplicably handed over!

"I'm sorry for disturbing the eldest son's gun practice." Zhao Yun let go of his hand and arched his fist.

Liu Feng held back the creep in his heart, took back the gun, held his fist and forced a smile, "Uncle Yun and I are not polite. Those shooting moves just imitated Uncle Yun, and they didn't look like it, but it made Uncle Yun laugh.

Zhao Yun said lightly, "The prince is a natural martial arts talent, and I was just like this at your age."

Liu Feng knew that Zhao Yun had always been the kind of blunt person. His praise was naturally out of sincerity, that is to say, he was indeed the material for learning martial arts. Moreover, Zhao Yun also compared Liu Feng with his youth, which made Liu Feng feel very excited.

"Uncle Yun is flattered. In fact, these days, I have always had a strong doubt in my heart, and I just want to ask Uncle Yun for advice. Liu Feng missed the opportunity to ask Zhao Yun, a peerless master, for advice.

"Is the eldest prince's doubt related to your fight with Xu Chu?"

Zhao Yun broke Liu Feng's confusion with one word, and he couldn't help but look strangely: "How did Uncle Yun see it?"

Zhao Yun smiled and said, "I just saw you use a gun. There are a few moves that vaguely seem to pretend to fight with someone, and judging from the moves you use, the enemy is mostly a knife. Since you have been with Xu Chu and can confuse you, you are naturally this person.

'It is worthy of Zhao Zilong to infer the weapon used by my imaginary enemy from the empty moves.

Liu covered the cover with admiration and sighed, "What Uncle Yun said is exactly what I am confused about. In fact, when I saw the move made by Xu Chu, in addition to his strength, it seemed to be ordinary, but when the move was launched, I couldn't dodge it at all. I could only take him twice abruptly and almost killed me. I couldn't figure out why.

Zhao Yun didn't answer his confusion first. He went to the weapon rack, stretched out his foot and picked it up. A steel knife flew in the air. He stretched out his hand and took it casually: "Xu Chu is one of the best short knife masters in the world. Although my knife is slightly inferior to him, I can barely demonstrate it."

Liu Feng always only knew that Zhao Yun's shooting method was amazing, but he had never seen him play with a knife. Seeing that he wanted to deduce Xu Chu's move, he suddenly became excited and prepared to see Zhao Yun's style of using a knife.

He stood up again, stepped back three steps, and shouted, "Uncle Yun, come here as soon as possible."

Zhao Yun stroked the bright blade with his hand, and his light expression quickly faded. In his blade-like eyes, a cold murderous atmosphere was surging.

Liu Feng, who was a few steps away, suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression. The murderous spirit surging from Zhao Yun, such as the cold air of the cold winter, came from all directions, covering him. His moves had not yet been launched, and Liu Feng's heart was already shuddering.

At this moment, Liu Feng seemed to have returned to Changbanpo. The suffocating strong sense of oppression he felt from Zhao Yun was almost the same as that of Xu Chu, and even more than that.

With a pair of hands clenched with silver guns, the blue veins on the back of the palm surged, and cold sweat in the palms had penetrated out. A wisp of night wind rushed to the hospital. Liu Feng felt a burst of coldness on his back. Unexpectedly, the cold sweat on his back had soaked his close-fitting clothes.

Even if he knows that Zhao Yun on the opposite side will not really hurt him, why does he still have such a terrible fear in his heart?

In the middle of the heart, right in front, the blade-like eyes shot like electric light, and the white shadow suddenly soared. Zhao Yun and the steel knife in his hand were like a snow shadow, wrapped in a fierce momentum.

In the blink of an eye, a piece of snow-white had filled Liu Feng's vision. He only felt that the air around him seemed to be drained in an instant, leaving only the cold and piercing murderous air, which froze each of his nerves.

It was such a ghost's knife again, and there was no room for dodging. Liu Feng could only climb the steel gun with both hands under the instinct, and his strength was poured into his arms, trying to block Zhao Yun's knife.

At the moment before the knife and gun hit each other, Zhao Yun's action suddenly stopped. The blade suddenly stopped in front of the handle of Liu Feng's gun, but the strong wind still came to his face, and the invisible force passed by, which only made him feel a faint pain in his cheeks.

Zhao Yun took back the steel knife, and his murderous spirit was also restrained. He looked directly into Liu Feng's thrilling eyes and asked faintly, "Sir, can my knife be similar to Xu Chu?"

The murderous atmosphere of the heart dissipated in an instant, and the air filled the surroundings again. Liu Feng's chest fluctuated violently, and his rapidly beating heart gradually slowed down after a greedy mouthful inhaling the air.

His spirit returned to calm, but his face was still lingering: "Yes, Uncle Yun, your knife is too similar to that at that time. I still can't resist it."

"Then can you see the similarities between me and Xu Chu?" Zhao Yun put the knife back into the weapon rack and induced Liu Feng to experience the mystery.

Looking back on the scene of the front line of life and death, he confirmed each other with Zhao Yun just now. After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly seemed to realize something.

From Liu Feng's surprised eyes, Zhao Yun saw that he had peeped at the door of martial arts, and then said, "The knife I just used is only 30% stronger than my usual, and the moves are also ordinary. With my understanding of the strength of the eldest son, as long as the eldest son does his best, it is not difficult to calm down with one move. However, does the eldest son have such confidence?

'Yes, I am not unable to resist the strength of his move, and the move is not traceless, but why didn't I have the confidence to take that knife at that time?'

Suddenly, Liu Feng's confused eyes flashed. Under the guidance of Zhao Yun, he finally figured out the key.

It's momentum!

Whether it was Xu Chu or Zhao Yun, before the move was issued, the invincible momentum on their bodies caused a strong sense of oppression, which made him lose the will to win before he could fight, and even the will to survive was on the verge of giving up.

You don't even have the belief of victory. Why do you want to fight?