Chapter 60: How Can You Fear the Blood Sword?

Chapter 60: How Can You Fear the Blood Sword?

Chapter 60: How Can You Fear the Blood Sword?

After hearing what Blood Knife Patriarch said, everyone couldn't help but cast their eyes on Qi Fang. Although her cheeks were swollen, her eyes were clear and her neck was as white and smooth as sheep fat, which showed that she was a beauty.

As for those who had seen Qi Fang's true face in the Wan family a long time ago, many of them had an unspoken idea in their hearts, that is, let go of that girl and let me take over.

After all, being able to hold it in your arms like the Blood Blade Monk is a joy in life!
Once people have this dirty idea in their mind, they will naturally think, I am not the only one who has this idea, hehe, even if you Feng Yi have superb martial arts, you can't resist the beauty, after all, you are the same as us!
Especially those who were jealous and resentful of Feng Yi for having achieved such a reputation at such a young age were all waiting for him to fall and laugh at his mistakes.

After all, there are all kinds of people in the world, and how many of them really want to kill the Blood Knife Monk and promote righteousness?
Yes, but very few!
On top of this very limited basis, there is another important factor, that is, martial arts and ability.

"hehe"

Feng Yi sneered and said, "I have heard that the leader of the Blood Knife Ancestor's sect has been active in the martial arts world for decades, and I regard you as my opponent.

Seeing you in a desperate situation, what lofty ideas can you come up with? I never thought that you are no different from others. What are you still talking about? Haha, I really overestimated you." He smiled and shook his head, very disdainful, and stuck the long sword into the ground again, massaging his left shoulder.

He was slashed by the Blood Knife Patriarch in Wan Mansion, and before he could recover, he killed the Blood Knife Patriarch and his disciples. As a result, the injury on his left shoulder not only did not heal, but became even worse!
After being chased by the Blood Knife Old Ancestor, his strength increased a little. Once he rescued someone, his left hand would be more flexible and he would have a better grasp of the situation.

"What do you mean?" The Blood Knife Patriarch was not angry at all, and he also knew what he meant.

Because he also needed time to gather his inner strength, he looked curious instead.

In fact, this is something that is tacitly understood by both parties.

The only difference is that Feng Yi takes the initiative.

Yes, the Blood Knife Patriarch spoke very arrogantly, but he never felt that he had won by capturing Qi Fang.

Otherwise, wouldn’t it be easier for him to just ask Feng Yi to compromise?
For example, chopping off legs and arms.

But he knew that by using Qi Fang, he might be able to buy some time, but if he relied on her to stay alive and force Feng Yi to surrender, that would be a pipe dream!

Once I confess, Feng Yi will say I can't do it, then I'm done for. I won't even have time.

Feng Yi glanced at Qi Fang and said, "Feng wants to kill Qi Changfa because he is unfilial, but this woman knows she is no match for him, but she still dares to stand up for her father. This love for her father is precious compared to Qi Changfa and his disciples, as well as all the disciples of Wanmen.

This is just like what you said just now that Di Yun has a good conscience. He has seen so much ugliness that he finally saw something beautiful and kind, and he just wants to keep it going!
But compared to my determination to kill you, it is incomparable. What right do you have to tell me whether to fight or not?

Can't you see who is in control now?"

“Really?” Blood Knife Patriarch said dimly, “If this woman is replaced by Wan Zhenshan’s son, can you treat her equally and fulfill her filial piety?

Hero Feng, my ancestor's internal strength is far inferior to yours, and his martial arts are also not as good as yours, but his eyes are definitely better than yours.

Besides, if you really don’t care about her life, why would you waste time talking to me? You could have snatched her away long ago!

This girl is beautiful, any man who sees her would be tempted. When I say you are gay, it is just nonsense after all, why don't you admit it openly?"

These few words were so sudden and unexpected that only the old monk would dare to say them. Everyone was shocked.

Qi Fang's face also turned pale, and her expression became more and more dazed.

Feng Yi laughed: "In the eyes of people like you, I should beat him to death now, or attack you without any scruples, so as to make my intentions clear.

If you don't do this, you are in love with her, right?"

The Blood Knife Patriarch narrowed his eyes, and his gaze was like a blade, slashing across Qi Fang's face: "Isn't that right? I threatened you, so you should let me die. You held back, didn't you want her to live?"

Feng Yi stared at the Blood Knife Ancestor without blinking, and said slowly: "I want her to live, what's wrong?"

Without waiting for the Blood Knife Patriarch to speak, Feng Yi continued, "In this world, there are old beasts like you who treat human life as worthless and who are willing to harm their disciples in order to survive. There are also old beasts who are willing to kill their teachers and daughters in order to achieve their goals. Feng Yi just doesn't want to kill innocent people, is that okay?

The most ridiculous thing is that she didn't do anything, but I can let her die just to prove that I don't like her? Why? Because I am better at martial arts than her? "

Feng Yi waved his finger and shook his head: "No, that's not the thinking of a human, but a beast!
Of course, everyone has their own way of living, and I can't control a beast like you, but if I, Feng Yi, do this, I am not worthy of Master Ding to teach me the Divine Light Skill. It also makes Mr. Mei's heroic act of preferring to jump into the river rather than pass on the Divine Light Skill to his apprentice a joke!"

As he spoke, his eyes flashed as he looked around: "I, Feng Yi, cannot claim to be evil like that old thief with blood knife, nor can I claim that my actions are all positive, but can't I have a little bit of the most basic compassion? Empathy? Guilt?

If I don't have this intention, what's the point of you arresting her?"

He spoke eloquently, his words were as powerful as throwing gold and stone, and his words were righteous and powerful.

Many people came to their senses and realized that Feng Yi had no romantic feelings for Qi Fang. It was just because of that that Qi Fang was captured by the Blood Knife Monk.

It was also due to his own pursuit, and he would naturally sympathize with and feel guilty about Qi Fang's situation, as she had just lost her father and was humiliated.

Therefore, the Blood Knife Patriarch had to capture Qi Fang in order to make Feng Yi stop chasing him.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel ashamed.

If they had Feng Yi's ability, would they feel sympathy for the suffering of others? Would they feel guilty for causing others to suffer?
Will they be like the Blood Knife Monk, who thinks he is so strong that it is his honor to do whatever he does to him?

Suddenly, many people understood a truth: it was not a fluke that Feng Yi was taught the Divine Illumination Skill by Ding Dian!
But it's his outspokenness!

Many martial arts figures in Jingzhou were very dissatisfied after learning about Feng Yi's adventure. They thought that Feng Yi was just helping Ding Dian rescue Ling Shuanghua and was a martial arts genius, so he was appreciated by him.

Little did people know that Ding Dian was not a pedantic person in any other aspect except love. When he first saw Feng Yi's magical power progressing too fast, he was afraid that it would endanger the martial arts world, so he wanted to kill him.

It was Feng Yi's open-minded character that impressed Ding Dian and eliminated his murderous intentions.

If Feng Yi had acted like a hero who would repay evil with kindness in front of him, Ding Dian's Shadowless Fist would have hit Feng Yi long ago. Therefore, Feng Yi's current situation is not just luck.

It was not until this time that those who had wanted to laugh at Feng Yi realized that they were too narrow-minded.

The Blood Knife Patriarch felt as if a lead stone was falling in his heart, sinking to the bottom.

He knew he was going to die today.

The Blood Knife Patriarch has such a strong fighting will that it is hard to find an opponent in the whole world. If he can only find out one thing today, that Feng Yi loves Qi Fang more than himself, then he will win.

But so far, he hasn't found it.

The Blood Knife Patriarch wanted to rely on Qi Fang to survive, and his eyes did not miss even the slightest expression of Feng Yi.

He could see that Feng Yi did have special feelings for Qi Fang, but the other party's eyes and expressions only revealed sympathy, pity, guilt and other emotions, but not love.

Not as passionate and fearless as Di Yun!!

If Feng Yi was the same as Di Yun, the Blood Knife Patriarch would have raised his knife to test whether Feng Yi was anxious or not.

But he knew that if he didn't make the cut, there would still be room for maneuver. If he did, the worst that could happen would be that he would die with Qi Fang!

Moreover, the Blood Knife Ancestor doesn't want to die unless it is absolutely necessary!
Therefore, even though he had Qi Fang in his hand, he was still worried, fearing that he would anger Feng Yi and attack him without regard for Qi Fang's safety.

Even if Feng Yi didn't make a move, as long as someone else did, he would collapse at the first sign, and the best he could do was to take Qi Fang with him. So Qi Fang, as a hostage, was actually no different from a hot potato!
However, the Blood Knife Patriarch sneered and said, "You who consider yourselves chivalrous are just such a stinking person. The so-called chivalry is evil, this is just the one-sided words of some of you. I don't know how many righteous people have used the chivalry to harm innocent people. Today you are scolding the ancestor. If you have the guts, don't care about the life of this girl and come to kill me!"

"I'm not interested in scolding you!" Feng Yi smiled leisurely: "Of course you want to kill me, but I'm just thinking about how to kill you without hurting the girl's life.

This is very difficult, I need to think about it carefully.

After all, I am not as old as you, and my martial arts skills are not good enough, so this kind of thing is quite a challenge for me!"

The Blood Knife Patriarch was so angry that he almost burst into curses.

Four of his five disciples were gone, his own life was in danger, and yet he still said his martial arts attainments were not good enough!

Feng Yi pointed at the Blood Knife Ancestor and said with a smile: "Look, you are angry, you are so out of breath, you can hardly stand, you took the opportunity to recover some internal strength, or you are thinking about how to run away again, or drag me to be buried with you. Don't do those unnecessary things!"

Everyone was moved, even the Blood Knife Patriarch raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashed, and suddenly he sighed sadly: "Feng Yi, dealing with you is really a headache for me.

If time could go back, I really wouldn't provoke you!"

All his thoughts were under Feng Yi's control. He was discouraged and felt that his strength was gradually draining away. He could hardly stand. He tried to raise his Qi but could hardly raise it. He was secretly shocked: "This Shenzhao Gong is so powerful. I can't suppress my internal injuries anymore after running away so many times."

He then looked at the people around him who were staring at him covetously, and thought to himself, "Damn it, even if the ancestor can deal with Feng Yi, won't these people around him use my head to become famous?
If I want to live, don't I have to rely on Feng Yi to protect me?
The reason they didn't take action was not because they were concerned about Qi Fang, but because they were intimidated by Feng Yi's reputation and were afraid of taking advantage and making him unhappy! "

As his mind raced, Feng Yi smiled calmly and said, "This is not a question of whether you provoke me or not, but as long as I know that you are the Blood Knife Ancestor, I will definitely kill you!
So you don't have to regret dealing with me!
You and I are destined to either survive or perish together!"

The Blood Knife Patriarch said bitterly: “For your ridiculous justice!”

Feng Yi shook his head and said, "I can't represent justice, but I think it's better to have more people in the world. If they are all beasts, what's the point of this world? So if I meet a beast, I will kill it!
And justice is never ridiculous! Got it? "

The Blood Knife Patriarch snorted, "My actions throughout my life are not ridiculous."

The Blood Knife Patriarch seemed to be talking to Feng Yi, but in reality, it was no different from a fight. Not only were the two of them fighting a psychological battle, they also had to be on guard against sneak attacks.

Although everyone wants to kill the Blood Knife Ancestor, Feng Yi is not the only enemy!
But isn’t Feng Yi the same?
He is a walking gold ingot, who wouldn’t love him?
A person like the Blood Knife Ancestor is an open enemy, but who can guarantee that there are no onlookers who want him dead?
And this is Jingzhou!

Where is Ling Tui Si?

So Feng Yi was not only concerned about the Blood Knife Monk, but also these onlookers.

Of course, even in this situation, Feng Yi was still relaxed and contented.

Because he is sure to win.

The Blood Knife Ancestor now looks like a "paper tiger". Feng Yi knows very well that once he makes a move, taking his life will be as easy as taking something out of a bag.

But at the moment he was still thinking about how to prevent Qi Fang from dying when killing the Blood Knife Ancestor!
Therefore, the only thing he was thinking about in his mind was how to make his move in a way that would avoid hurting Qi Fang's life as much as possible, or perhaps prevent Qi Fang from dying in his hands. The Blood Knife Ancestor had to be killed no matter what!

The strategic goal never changes; all we need to think about is the tactical issues.

All it takes is a little time, so it doesn't matter.

In a word, it seems that the Blood Knife Patriarch is threatening Feng Yi, but in fact it is not true at all!

Feng Yi never took the threat seriously from beginning to end, because his love for others was not greater than his own, so he would not be threatened!

Feng Yi raised his left arm, feeling that his meridians were still blocked, and smiled leisurely: "Of course you can't be ridiculous.

But there are many choices in this world. The demands of ordinary people are the lowest, just to have enough food and clothing. When conditions are better, they pursue fame, status, and power. Many people can pay everything they can for this. But above this, there is something else!"

The Blood Knife Patriarch narrowed his eyes slightly: "What?"

"Peace of mind!"

Feng Yi said: "You have been through a lot in your life, you should understand one thing, we in the martial arts world, although we value the level of martial arts, but the mind is more important than martial arts.

You disregard all moral ethics and commit rape and looting. So in order to survive, you can use your disciples as a shield.

But are you really at ease with this behavior?

You have to be on guard against your disciples copying your example all the time. Can you ever sleep peacefully at night?
So when you see Di Yun bravely acting for his master, you think he has a good conscience, because you have many disciples under your command, but none of them can give you a sense of security.

In order to keep yourself safe, you have to keep yourself strong all the time. At such an old age, you still practice every day. Are you tired?"

Hearing this, the Blood Knife Patriarch couldn't help but reveal a trace of dejection in the corners of his eyes, but then he raised his eyebrows, full of ferocity, and laughed: "Yes, those disciples of mine are all shit, so the ancestor uses them to escape, and he is also at ease." He secretly cursed Feng Yi for being cunning in his heart, and almost made him loosen his grip.

Feng Yi saw that his method of attacking the heart was of little use to this old thief, and smiled slightly: "As you said, the reason why I didn't take action was because she was Qi Fang.

In fact, you are wrong. Whether it is her or some innocent stranger, you are using them to threaten me.

I, Feng Yi, will do this as long as I can."

Blood Knife Patriarch's face darkened, and he said, "If I kill her now, can you really feel at ease?"

"Why not?" Feng Yi smiled casually: "Today you are doomed to die.

But if you want to take someone with you to be buried with you before you die, it doesn’t mean I don’t want to save you, so why should I feel uneasy?
But if this hadn't happened, I would have given you a decent death, letting you die relatively easily without losing your status as the head of a sect! But now..."

The Blood Knife Patriarch shook Qi Fang and rolled his eyes slightly: "What's going on?"

Feng Yi said calmly: "I will use the blood knife that you rely on to show off your power to chop off your limbs, cut off your tongue, and then inject you with true energy. I will not let you die in pain for seven days and seven nights. This will be considered as Feng's incompetence."

"You are cruel enough!"

The Blood Knife Patriarch said grimly: "But if I take her with me to die, I won't lose anything!"

Feng Yi glanced at Qi Fang and said, "I told you, you can kill her. Even everyone here can be killed if you have the ability! All I can do is..."

Pointing at Di Yun's big covered wagon, he said: "After turning you into a human pig, I will strip you naked and hire a few common people, hmm..."

He shook his head again and said, “You are not even qualified to sleep in this covered carriage.

Let them drive an open donkey cart, pulling your body, and I will ride a horse, traveling all over the country, walking through the streets and alleys, and enjoying the mountains and rivers, so that everyone can see what the world-famous Blood Knife Ancestor is like!

I can treat this as my life's work, and make you, the great master of the Qinghai Black Sect, an indelible hero in the history of the Blood Blade Sect!"

These words shocked everyone.

This Feng Yi is quite devilish and evil!

But some people understand that if it weren’t for such a person, how could they deal with the Blood Knife Ancestor?

For example, if Di Yun were in Feng Yi's position at this moment, he would probably kowtow and beg for mercy for Qi Fang!
After hearing this, Qi Fang became disheartened. It would be strange if she didn't die. She just stared at Di Yun blankly.

Even though the Blood Knife Patriarch was cruel and indifferent to all morality, he could not help but frown and thought, "This man is ruthless and merciless. I saw with my own eyes how he treated Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa! As the head of a sect, if... then..."

After all, he was the most respected person in the Qinghai Black Sect. After hearing this, he could not help but feel hesitant and said, "By doing this, do you disregard the reputation of Nianmei, Niansheng, and Ding Dian?"

Feng Yi was very happy to see that he was scared. He enjoyed stripping women's clothes, so he was just giving him a taste of his own medicine.

He smiled calmly and said, "I have never met Mr. Mei, but you know what he taught."

Yan Daping quickly lowered his head.

“When Master Ding taught me the Divine Illumination Technique, I told you my principles in dealing with things.

My kindness may not be as good as that of good people, but my cruelty is definitely more cruel than your Blood Blade Monk. He knows this.

Especially if he knew that I was using it to deal with you, he would definitely applaud and praise me, so you don't have to worry about it!"

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other in surprise. Those who knew his deeds knew that this was not a lie.

The Blood Sword Monk looked at Feng Yi and said with a smile, "Master Feng, I know that the old monk threatened you today, and you must hate me.

If you don't let me die in misery, and if everyone follows your example, you will be in endless trouble.

But the old monk was just trying to save his life, and he had no choice. I would like to apologize to you.

Swear to the heavens, return to Qinghai immediately, and no one will set foot on the Central Plains. And you only need to take a deep breath and shout, saying that you, Feng Yi, swear by the dead Mei Niansheng and Ding Dian that you will never embarrass me again. "

The Blood Knife Patriarch looked at Qi Fang again and said with a smile, “I will return her to you intact, no matter how chivalrous you are, you should not take away what others love and be respected.

Or let this woman thank you for saving her life and marry you, so that the old monk's efforts are not in vain, okay?"

As he spoke, the knife in his hand tightened, and the wound on Qi Fang's neck became more severe.
But now Qi Fang was just embarrassed and anxious because of these words, so she naturally didn't feel any pain. Suddenly, her eyebrows and eyes turned red, and she couldn't speak. She could only stare at Di Yun, thinking in her heart: "Senior Brother, I will never change my mind!" Two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks.

Di Yun was also mute-pressed, and could not say what he wanted to say. It was only after being stimulated by his junior sister's tears that he came to his senses: "Yes, I can't speak, but I can move!"

Feng Yi stared at the Blood Knife Monk and saw him cut Qi Fang's neck again. This was the ultimatum. His handsome eyes widened and his gleam of light flashed. Just as he was about to take the risk and attack, he suddenly saw Di Yun moving towards the Blood Knife Monk.

Feng Yi sneered, "I have 72 tricks, but I only used one to lure the snake out of its hole. I fought one against six, leaving four masters of your Blood Blade Sect dead in Jingzhou, and the master and apprentice fled in panic.

Haha, this precious elephant is missing, so I'm lucky, but I still have 108 tortures to use on you one by one, haha, just thinking about it is wonderful!"

After hearing this, Blood Knife Patriarch felt strangely familiar, as if he had defeated the enemy and was playing tricks on him. He was very surprised, but also angry: "Damn it, this brat is so difficult to deal with. Could it be that he was sent by the evil God to deal with me? Must Grandpa die here?"

Feng Yi plagiarized the classic words of Blood Knife Patriarch when dealing with Hua Tiegan in the original plot. Seeing his surprised expression, he felt very pleased and sneered, "Since Feng debuted, he has been galloping in the martial arts world, but today, he is in this Jingzhou city and has been humiliated by vulgar people again and again!
You old bald thief, you actually dare to threaten me, old thief with blood knife, believe me, you will die miserably! "

The Blood Knife Monk was seriously injured, and these words hit him straight in the heart. He was so angry and anxious that he suddenly started coughing.

Seeing Feng Yi's expression change, he thought to himself that something was wrong. Suddenly, Di Yun jumped up from behind.

The Blood Knife Patriarch did not turn around either, but tilted his eyes slightly and said in a trembling voice: "What a romantic!" As he spoke, he thrust out his left elbow and hit Di Yun in the chest.

Di Yun kicked and fell to the ground.

The Blood Knife Patriarch has been through hundreds of battles and has rich experience in responding to emergencies, which is rarely matched in the world. When Di Yun made his move, how could he not know that Feng Yi would take the opportunity to make a move? While repelling Di Yun, he took a deep breath and his body immediately became as light as a paper-made object and floated backwards.

Others might admire him highly for his ghostly movements, but the Blood Knife Patriarch was extremely angry.

He has been invincible since his debut, what a glorious time. But today, he has a hostage in his hand, and the other party hasn't even made a move, but he is forced to flee in such a panic. This is also the first time for a young lady to get married.

I dare not even think about it!
The Blood Blade Monk was indeed amazing, but that was all he could do. Feng Yi had already drawn his sword, and shot out like an angry arrow, following him like a shadow for more than ten feet. His left palm drew a single line, like a rainbow across the sky, and slapped Qi Fang's shoulder.

Feng Yi's internal strength was measured when he struck down with his palm. He expected that the Blood Knife Monk's internal strength was not as good as his own, and now he was at the end of his strength. If Feng Yi didn't let go, this blow would definitely kill him!

But with Qi Fang as a medium, her body was tantamount to a battlefield. Feng Yi had to distract himself and use the "Shen Zhao Gong" to protect Qi Fang's meridians and internal organs to prevent her from being shocked to death by himself.

It was not difficult for Feng Yi to just pass on his skills to hurt others, or to protect Qi Fang from getting hurt.
But to have both, this would be a great test of Feng Yi's purity of internal force and his control over it.

Feng Yi was not sure about his mastery of the "Shen Zhao Gong". If his skills had reached the perfect level, he would have displayed it without any hesitation.

But at this point, we can only do our best.

However, how could the Blood Knife Patriarch not know that Feng Yiming was slapping Qi Fang, but in fact he wanted to use her body to attack him? Thinking that he could not handle it, he dodged three feet to the left, swung Qi Fang up in the air, and smashed her towards Feng Yi's body.

Feng Yi frowned slightly, grabbed Qi Fang's ankle with his left hand, and said, "Sorry!" After all, a woman's feet are not something that ordinary people can touch.

Qi Fang heard it clearly, and suddenly felt a shock in her ankle, as if a warm current was flowing into her body, and her blocked acupoints were also opened.

All this happened in just a moment, but the Blood Knife Patriarch revealed a smile of success, and quickly let go of Qi Fang with his left hand. At the same time, a red shadow flashed from the sleeve of his right hand, as if a black cloud had suddenly broken, revealing a crescent red moon, and flew straight towards Feng Yi's chest.

The bloody knife's technique was agile and erratic, and it flew out from Qi Fang's waist. It was so cruel and brutal that everyone screamed in surprise.

They knew that this was the only time they would be punished.

The Blood Knife Patriarch is a great expert in martial arts. He knows that if he and Feng Yi fight against each other, they will be courting death, so he must achieve victory by surprise!

His attempt to shake Qi Fang was actually a feint, to lure Feng Yi into grabbing Qi Fang, but before the other party's internal energy could reach his wrist, he let go immediately and used Qi Fang's body as cover to launch a killing move at Feng Yi.

This move is the essence of the "Blood Knife Sutra". The blood knife is an extremely thin and sharp blade. Even though Feng Yi is wearing a black silk robe and has supernatural powers, the sharp shock force from such a vital spot like the heart can still take his life.

When Feng Yi attacked, he was naturally on guard against the assassins from the Blood Knife Patriarch. He danced the long sword in his right hand like a windmill to block the enemy's moves.

However, the Blood Knife Patriarch's move was still a feint. His white eyebrows trembled, and he retracted the blood knife in his right hand so as not to intersect with Feng Yi's long sword. He stretched out his left arm, stretched out his five fingers, and reached for Qi Fang's wrist again.

With a "swish" sound, not only was Qi Fang's sleeve torn, but her arm, as white as mutton fat, also made a "crack" sound.

With a cry of "Ah", Qi Fang's arm bone broke and she let out a shrill scream.

Everyone was also shocked and cried out in surprise.

Feng Yi and the Blood Blade Patriarch were separated by Qi Fang. They each displayed their lifelong unique skills, with their sleeves flying and their moves as fast as lightning. The swords and knives did not even touch each other. They were all top-notch martial arts that could penetrate the void and destroy the strong.
In a word, Feng Yi couldn't even grab Qi Fang before pulling her over and throwing her out, which shows how fast the fight was.

How could everyone know what was happening?
Di Yun was so angry that he shouted, "Junior Sister!"

He was hit in the chest by the Blood Knife Patriarch's elbow and couldn't catch his breath. He let out the breath that was stuck in his chest when he heard his junior sister scream. Just as he opened his mouth to shout, he heard Feng Yi shout.

It was like a thunderclap in everyone's ears on a sunny day. Everyone's ears were buzzing. The timid ones just sat on the ground. Suddenly, they heard the Blood Knife Ancestor groan miserably.

With a "pop" sound, a ball of liquid splashed directly onto Di Yun's head and face. He wiped his eyes and saw that his hands were covered in blood.

The Blood Knife Patriarch's right arm holding the knife had been severed at the elbow, blood splattered all over the ground, and the severed hand still grasped the blood knife and flew diagonally to the right more than ten feet away.

With a "clang" sound, it stabbed into a door frame across the street, and the handle of the knife trembled and made a buzzing sound.

The change happened suddenly. The street was dead silent. Everyone's eyes were as big as bells, and they looked stunned, not knowing what was going on.

Why did the Blood Knife Patriarch suddenly lose his arm?

What about the process?
Some people were so anxious that they wanted to jump up and down.

Someone wants to ask Feng Yi about the process.

It can be seen that Feng Yi's face was gloomy, as if covered by a layer of frost. The two gazes were like two crystal swords. Blood was slowly flowing on the swords, dripping on the ground. It was obvious that the Blood Knife Ancestor's hand was cut off by the blood swords.

I can only imagine what happened just now.

The Blood Blade Ancestor turned pale, trembling as he retreated, grinning grimly: "I didn't lose!"

Feng Yi had no expression on his face, neither happy nor angry, he just said calmly: "You didn't lose, but you have to die, and it will be a miserable death!"

Blood gushed out of the Blood Knife Patriarch's mouth like a spring, and he said word by word: "What exactly is this move of Grandpa Ancestor like?"

He knew that he was going to die, so he started to act like Feng Yi's grandfather again.

Feng Yi ignored his verbal advantage, slowly shook off the blood on the sword, and said coldly: "This move is indeed good. If I hadn't known that there was a person like you, even if you and I fought fairly, I might still die at your hands!"

The Blood Knife Patriarch raised his thumb with his left hand and said, "You can say that, which shows that you are a hero. It is worth it for me to die in your hands!"

"Well, I hope you can die peacefully!"

Feng Yi shook the sword lightly, blood dripped off, he made a beautiful sword flower, put the sword back into the scabbard, turned around and pulled out the blood knife that the Blood Knife Ancestor had inserted into the door frame, and slowly walked towards him.

(End of this chapter)