Chapter 57 Tricks

Although the strange trick of the idea was a little not dignified enough, it let Liu Feng, who was in a weak position, take the lead.

Under the heavy gun, with the strength of the whole body, Liu Feng has done his best in this shot.

His enemy is now ashamed and angry at this moment, and he has been splashed with mud on his face. This kind of embarrassment is simply a great shame for a top master like Xu Chu than cutting off one of his arms.

In anger, the beast-like murderous spirit surged out like a flood that opened the gate. He rolled like an iron knot, and suddenly let out an angry tiger roar.

The roar of anger poured into the eardrums like a rolling river, which only shocked Liu Feng's dizziness. At the moment of distractment, the elephant nose knife in Xu Chu's hand had turned into a machete, dragging the dancing mud.

Oh!

In the splash of Mars, knives and guns collided. Thousands of pounds of power came straight, the tiger's mouth burst, the blood was soaked in the handle of the gun, and the huge force poured into the body from the arm hit his inner body like a hammer, only stirring his belly surged, and the surging air and blood almost burst out.

Then, the heavy gun, which was opened by Xu Chu's knife, swung around on the horse's head and swept back at Liu Feng himself. He hurriedly used his right hand. I don't know that the power of the habitual surname at the end of the crossbow is still amazing. A burst of pain in the heart invades the nerves, and the right hand tiger's mouth has also been cracked.

The knife under the rage has exhausted all its strength. It was thought that one knife could cut off the boy who dared to humiliate him, but after one knife, Xu Chu's furious face showed an incredible look.

The boy unexpectedly blocked it, and didn't even spit out blood!

Xu Chu felt that he was humiliated again. His whole body was almost like a beast that had lost his surname. The ape arm as thick as an iron pillar turned out again, followed by the second knife, and cut Liu Feng's neck with the anger of destroying everything.

Liu Feng should be happy. With the same knife, Changbanpo almost killed him, but now he is just qi and blood, and the internal injury is far weaker than before, which proves that his diligent martial arts practice since January has not been in vain, and also proves that Zhao Yun's evaluation of his extraordinary talent is not nonsense.

But unfortunately, his growth is far from enough. Xu Chu's knife has made it so difficult. Liu Feng is very clear that if he continues to resist like this, he will never survive Xu Chu's five moves. In the end, I will still become an inconspicuous one among the countless souls under Xu Chu's knife.

Unless there is a miracle

Thoughts were struggling in the excitement. Xu Chu's second knife didn't give him more time to think at all. Before the blade arrived, Liu Feng couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, a strange idea flashed in my mind.

I can't think too much. Liu Feng turned around. He picked up the heavy gun with his left hand and moved it to the left wing. The gun was tilted backwards and pointed to the ground. His five fingers were loosened. The heavy gun slid down a few feet, and the blood-stained tiger's palm in his left hand held the end of the handle.

This is a strange response.

According to common sense, in the face of Xu Churu's top blow, not to mention his hands, even his feet, he was eager to use it together, but Liu Feng actually held the gun with one hand and held it at the end of the powerless place.

Xu Chu ignored Liu Feng's strange moves at all. In his eyes, any resistance, in front of his extremely powerful blade, was a dying struggle.

The fierce knife came wildly.

With a heavy metal sound, the left hand holding the gun was instantly blurred, and the impact of the body stirred the inner abdomen that was almost about to burst. Liu Feng could no longer restrain it and opened his mouth to spit out a blood arrow.

There was only a heavy gun with support at one end. Under the impact of the huge force, the lower part swung inward like a swing. In a muffled sound, it hit the body of the ** war horse heavily.

How could the poor war horse withstand such a terrible strike force? The thick skin burst at the hit, and the heavy gun was wedged three feet deep in flesh and blood. Under the severe pain, the horse was sad, and the huge body could not stand and fell to the right side.

'Is that damn boy finally going to be finished?'

Looking at the fallen war horses and the blood-spitting enemies, Xu Chu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He thought that everything was over under his knife.

When he was distracted, suddenly, the dazzling cold emerged from the right side of Liu Feng, crossed a semicircle arc, and cut straight to Xu Chu's face.

Xu Chu suddenly realized that he just understood why the boy attacked with one hand and such a strange move. It turned out that he had long been trying to sacrifice ** to replace another hand as a support force. He took advantage of his right hand, but suddenly drew his sword and attacked with his distraction.

'What a cunning boy, it's a pity that this little skill can't be hidden from me.'

The sword close at hand came so fast that Xu Chu couldn't concentrate on his counterattack. He didn't have time to think about it and hurriedly blocked the elephant nose knife with his backhand.

Xu Chu thought that Liu Feng, who was seriously injured, could not exert much power at all in this sneak attack sword. He only blocked the sword casually, and then exerted the knife, which resulted in the boy in one fell swoop.

The cold light passed in front of him and was not bounced back by his own steel knife as Xu Chu imagined.

At the moment when the blades intersect, Xu Chu suddenly had a strange illusion, as if he saw a thin silver thread flashing from his knife. What's more strange is that the knife was like a stone sinking into the sea, as if the enemy was not wielding a sword, but an invisible wind.

Suddenly, Xu Chu's bloodshot eyes were wide open. In the reflection of his pupils, the elephant nose knife in his hand, which followed him for half his life, crossed the world and drank blood like a pool, was incredibly split into two pieces!

Then, the silver thin line suddenly burst into a white rainbow, with a fierce cold wind, splitting towards Xu Chu.

"Green Sword!"

Xu Chu exclaimed, and the huge tower-like body went to the side as quickly as a monkey. The blade of the sword passed against his right shoulder. Although it narrowly avoided the fatal blow, the green sword was too sharp, and the blade was cut off a few blades.

After the sword was swept out, Liu Feng's mount had lost its balance. Liu Feng couldn't control whether he was able to do it or not. He worked hard with both feet and took advantage of the habitual surname of the war horse. The upside-down body fell to the ground heavily, and his feet fell into the depth of the mud. He hurriedly supported it with a silver gun to barely offset the strong impulse.

He supported the ground with a gun in one hand and a sword across his chest in the other. When Liu Feng raised his head, his eyes were meeting Xu Chu's angry eyes.

"The blue sword is actually in your hand, and you killed Xia Houen?" Xu Chu, who was empty-handed, glared at him and asked coldly.

Liu Feng wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand and sneered, "So what?"