A shrill howl pierced the night sky. As Fengzi staggered backward, he broke a dead tree branch three steps away.
The moonlight, which seemed to be half-hiding, reflected his distorted face. The phoenix-beak fist that had pierced through the bluestone was now curled up at a strange angle, and his ring finger was sticking out with white bone stumps.
Dark red blood beads dripped from the twisted fingertips onto the snow pile, blooming into blood plum blossoms.
Xu Yunfan lowered his eyes and glanced at the blood stains on his collar, frowning slightly. This was the first time he bought this set of clothes. He remembered that the remains of the person who was suspected to be a true immortal were almost taken away with the fur.
The screams finally attracted Uncle Jin's team.
The sound of chaotic footsteps swept in from the snow hill ahead, and seven black shadows swooped over the hill like night owls.
Uncle Jin, who ran over first, was holding a gilded nine-ring knife that hummed and vibrated. The beast pattern engraved on the blade was flowing with strange golden threads under the moonlight.
"stop!"
Amidst the roar of thunder, the entire forest of dead trees instantly shook off countless snowflakes. The long sword was drawn out of its scabbard, and the nine golden rings emitted a soul-stirring tremor.
When the knife light suddenly appeared, it was like a golden river rolling back. A golden knife was shining brightly in the night, instantly cutting through the lonely night. The wind was whistling, and the knife was moving like a dragon. Before the knife arrived, the sharp edge coming towards him made Xu Yunfan's pupils tremble slightly.
He subconsciously pushed the Bronze Body Skill to its peak. With the blood and energy in his body extremely active, his skin turned bronze, but the strong wind blowing in his face still made his hair stand on end.
His heart skipped a beat.
This knife is probably not an ordinary weapon.
Xu Yunfan didn't have time to exert force with his fingers, so he grabbed the head with his backhand and used it as a baton, dragging Fengzi towards the golden knife.
Before Xu Yunfan could exert any force with his knuckles, he suddenly felt Fengzi's head in his palm tremble violently.
Still resisting?
His five fingers were as hard as iron, clamping onto Fengzi's crown, and he swung the seven-foot man into the air like a human weapon, and with a humming sound, he charged straight into the golden sword.
Seeing this, Uncle Jin naturally didn't dare to chop down with his knife. The blade deflected when it was only half an inch away from Fengzi's throat.
The Nine-Ring Knife brushed past the hostage's shoulder blade, cutting off half of his blood-stained collar.
Before the force was exhausted, the snow mixed with soil on the side was lifted up by the long sword and turned into a handful of snowflakes, like flowers scattered by a fairy, falling all around.
He flipped his wrist, turned the golden knife in his hand, twisted his feet, touched the ground and twisted his waist, then he turned in a circle in the air, relieved the momentum and stepped back.
After completing the whole set of movements, the strength is released and controlled freely, and the movements are smooth and powerful.
Xu Yunfan's eyes lit up as he watched, and he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "The force you throw out can be taken back."
He asked.
"Great achievement in muscles and bones, second-level martial arts master?"
Xu Yunfan looked at Uncle Jin who was standing not far away with his long sword pointing at the ground. His eyes narrowed slightly, his body was like a sculpture, and even his breathing seemed inaudible.
He glanced at the Scud information prompt floating above his vision.
"When you faced a strong opponent, you used your sprinting power, mobilizing your core muscles to increase your speed, and your sprinting proficiency improved."
Just now in the snow forest at the stone bridge, I fought with those iron-faced men, but there was no sign of any improvement in my proficiency.
It seems that only someone of the same level can do this.
Xu Yunfan's mind raced as the other party was gathering strength. If Xu Yunfan relaxed even a little, he would surely face a devastating blow.
Hearing Xu Yunfan's cold evaluation, Uncle Jin's eyes were sharp, and he could clearly see the bulging muscles on Xu Yunfan's body, with blue veins on them like countless green snakes crisscrossing and ferocious.
"A martial artist of the second level who has achieved great success in muscle and skin is quite rare in a small town in the northern border."
Xu Yunfan didn't say anything, but just looked at the golden knife in Uncle Jin's hand that looked like a goose feather knife.
The blade has an elegant curve that extends slowly from the handle to the tip, with just the right curvature, making it ideal for chopping.
Xu Yunfan's eyes flashed, and his raised arm was like cast steel. No matter how Fengzi struggled in his hand, his arm remained motionless.
Uncle Jin saw this scene and knew clearly that the other party was definitely not a simple second-rate martial artist.
Fengzi attacked the vital point, but the opponent didn't even bat an eyelid. He knew in his heart that the opponent was an extremely rare practitioner of horizontal training kung fu.
If it weren't for the golden knife in his hand, the other party would not dare to confront him and Fengzi's head would have been crushed by him.
He raised his sword, bowed, and said in a deep voice, "My friend, we have no grudges against each other, why is it necessary to do this? This guy is just out to pick up firewood, and all he has in his eyes is firewood."
Seeing Xu Yunfan remained silent, he turned and said, "We are from the Chi family in Changgu, the capital of Qingzhou, and we are here to do business. We are selling silk fabrics from Changgu and collecting some rare and precious goods unique to Jiyun Mountain. Other than that, we have no intention of staying any longer, so don't worry."
Upon hearing this, Xu Yunfan stared at Uncle Jin for a long time, which made his hair stand on end and he felt it was difficult to be in a good mood.
Xu Yunfan casually threw Fengzi aside.
"I was here first. If you have nothing to do, please don't cross the line."
Fengzi rolled and crawled, his face pale as he ran towards Uncle Jin. He looked at Xu Yunfan in shock and fear. He had already been to the gates of hell once. If Uncle Jin had not intervened in time, he would have almost died when Xu Yunfan grabbed his head with his big hand.
"Thank you!"
Uncle Jin bowed, didn't stay any longer, and quickly left with Fengzi.
Xu Yunfan stopped for a long time, then began to slowly collect firewood, lit a fire, and slowly burned the blood-stained black clothes.
He was not a cruel person. The other party had repeatedly expressed his submissiveness, so Xu Yunfan naturally understood that the other party was just an innocent person.
"Mr. Gong, are you okay?"
Fengzi's cold sweat soaked through the triple layer of linen, and the wooden wedge between his teeth broke into two pieces.
"Hold on!"
Old Gong's eyebrows were raised, his eagle-claw-like hand was pointed at Sanyinjiao on his wrist, and the tip of the silver pliers was pinching out rice-grain-sized bone fragments from the bloody wound.
"You just met me."
As Old Gong carefully picked out the bone fragments from the wound with pliers, poured a special secret medicine on it, and tied it up tightly with gauze, he hummed softly.
"If it were someone else, not only would they become disabled, but practicing martial arts would be impossible."
When Fengzi heard this, his heart was at ease. He let out a long breath and turned his head to the side with a sad face.
"Uncle Jin!"
Uncle Jin shook his head slightly when he heard this.
"First, just rest and recover. This matter, this matter needs to be carefully considered. The other party is quite powerful, and we are also responsible for our mistakes and abruptness. This matter..."
Uncle Jin sighed and shook his head slightly.
"Without this Iron-Breaking Knife, our convoy would be in trouble today."
Upon hearing this, Fengzi stopped talking, but trembled from time to time and let Old Gong bandage his wound.
Xu Yunfan stood quietly behind a big tree not far away. He heard the other party no longer discussing the matter, but only groaning in pain from the pain caused by his injuries.