The flashing knife light enveloped Lin Fei.
The strikes were as vicious as ever.
Previously it was just one curved knife, now it had become two.
The power and murderous aura doubled, Ye San's face was full of fierce intent, trying to bring Lin Fei to his death.
Lin Fei played with Ye San for over a dozen moves, then lost interest.
His hands directly reached for Ye San's wrists.
Seeing Lin Fei actually reaching out to grab his wrists, Ye San's eyes lit up.
Earlier, he wanted to cripple Lin Fei's tendons, but couldn't find the opportunity. Now Lin Fei was reaching out, offering himself to death, how could he miss this opportunity?
A cold gleam flashed in Ye San's eyes, as the two curved knives in his hands, like cold lightning, slashed towards Lin Fei's wrists.
However, at that moment, he found that Lin Fei's hands, in an instant, moved ten times faster than he did and grasped his wrists all at once.
