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Chapter 88 It's Unlucky to Slash the Flesh and Heart!
this night.

Zheng Xiu resorted to new tricks.

Fengbei was moved by it.

The two fought all night.

Day three.

Cool night.

The snow fluttered.

The dead trees at the foot of the mountain are covered with crystal clear ice flowers.

The cold wind howled, like a sharp knife passing by, and howling like a ghost.

The boy arrived as promised, spread his wings and flew high, and landed with a single blow.

Feng Bei was still sitting in front of the bonfire, bored and alone facing the lonely night of the lonely peak. She didn't show a long-lost smile until Zheng Xiu slashed at him with a knife.

Standing up to shake the snow off his body, he patted forward wearing black silk gloves.

The boy's progress was extremely rapid, which made her secretly startled.

At first Fengbei was able to dodge calmly, but on the third day, Fengbei had to use his hands.

Just using the feet and changing the body position is no longer enough to satisfy the boy.

That being the case.

"Be careful!"

Fengbei reminded softly.

Tonight, Zheng Xiu's knife played a completely different trick.

The big scimitar was translucent, with distorted lights and shadows loitering on it, seeming to be real, or real or fake, Fengbei couldn't tell the truth at a glance.

Withdrawing his right hand halfway, Feng Bei dodged to dodge, the chains split pieces of snow into powder, Feng Bei's long hair fluttered from his right eye, and the word "Ding Wei" in his strange pupils turned leisurely.

"What kind of technique are you doing?"

Fengbei was silent for a moment, and asked.

Unsurprisingly, Zheng Xiu landed not far away, holding the scimitar in his hand, shaking his head: "Coincidentally, you don't know, and I don't know."

"You don't know? Isn't this your technique?"

"It's just a glimpse of the door, and I don't know much about it." Zheng Xiu explained embarrassedly.

Last night, he swiped [Shock] to "Enter the Hall".

Tonight it's [Inspiration].

Inserting [Inspiration] on [Purgatory], Zheng Xiu didn't know what effect it would have.

The Treasure Queen, Fengbei, is very quick to gain experience, but Zheng Xiu intends to insert all the effects that can be inserted first, and then talk about mastering the specific abilities.

Fengbei is now [-]% sure, knowing that Zheng Xiu, like her, is a natural "other person", and his hands are ominous.

Because of this, she deeply doubts whether the "Zheng E" and "Zheng Shan" in front of her are the same person.

Because "unlucky" is different from parent-child blood, it can be inherited through blood.

It is reasonable to say that his father is a stranger, but it would be absurd to say that "unlucky" can be passed on to his parents and children.

Impossible.

Each kind of "strange thing" is the only existence in the world, and the same kind of strange thing corresponding to the same way can never exist in two people at the same time.

unless……

Zheng Shan is dead.

Throwing away the absolutely impossible possibility, Feng Bei nodded, his face remained calm, and said, "Come again."

Zheng Xiu made a move.

The chains all over the sky were bent, layered upon layer, like a cage, enveloping Feng Bei.

After practicing with Feng Bei for three days, Zheng Xiu's proficiency in [Purgatory], that is, the unmeasurable proficiency on the panel, gradually increased.Now Zheng Xiu has been able to wield [Purgatory] like an arm, pointing and stabbing, stabbing with precision.

He adjusted the direction of the knife by vibrating the chain.

The two scimitars slashed behind Feng Bei from two directions.

This is a variant of Panlong Eighteen Cuts "Double Dragons Fetch Water".

Feng Bei avoided the first knife first, but stretched out his arm to catch the second knife.

Seeing Feng Bei's movements, Zheng Xiu was shocked, and it was too late to take it back, so he could only watch helplessly as the blade of the scimitar slashed across Feng Bei's forearm.

"Why are you taking the initiative to pick it up like a fool?"

The two of them made an appointment here, not to fight to the death, but to practice.Seeing that Fengbei was really "injured", Zheng Xiu felt distressed, afraid of hurting the Queen of Treasure, so he hurried forward to check.But when Feng Bei rolled up his sleeves, revealing his fair upper arms, Zheng Xiu was stunned.

Fengbei's arm was intact, but the scimitar went straight through, leaving only a faint black line on Fengbei's arm.

"Is this actually a kind knife?"

Zheng Xiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he was startled in vain, the chain was retracted, Zheng Xiu raised the scimitar and chopped it at his hand - he confirmed this when he saw the scimitar passing through his arm like air.The [Purgatory] equipped with [Inspiration] is like a kind knife, removing all damage, leaving only special effects so gorgeous.

"It doesn't make sense!"

Zheng Xiu brandished the scimitar and stabbed himself in confusion.It stands to reason that inserting a [medical theory] knife into someone's body can both bleed and return blood, and it will always work.Why did Zheng Xiu's [Inspiration], which Zheng Xiu was looking forward to so much, stabbed, but he couldn't respond to Zheng Xiu's expectation.

When Fengbei was thinking, he had some thoughts, and when he looked up, he saw the young ignorant and fearless stabbing him with a knife expressionlessly.

"do not!"

Feng Bei was about to suppress the boy's movements, but in shock, he remembered that his hands were ominous, so he could only fly up and kick them out in a hurry.

Boom!
Zheng Xiu seemed to be flying headfirst by a ferocious heifer, rolling on the snow into a snowball and rolling all the way down the mountain.

"Zheng Evil!"

Feng Bei secretly thought that his foot was heavy, and he took a step to the edge of the cliff, only to see the young man flying up with his wings outstretched, "What are you kicking me for! Do you want to play a sneak attack? Bullying me makes you bully, right?"

"No." Feng Bei turned her head and saw that the young man was covered in snow but was safe and sound. She couldn't help but feel a little funny. She coughed twice, and quickly regained her composure. She said calmly, "Your technique seems a bit strange."

Hearing Zheng Xiu's spirit: "What's wrong?"

Strange?That's right, Zheng Xiu can't hear Feng Bei saying "normal" the most now.

How can it be said that it is average?Who is average?Where is it normal?
"I need to try again." Feng Bei is also curious now, she has never seen such a weird thaumaturgy.

Over the years, she has seen all kinds of thaumaturgy, which caused her to see the other party's thaumaturgy with just two eyes when facing the three disabled people in the Xiangu Temple.

But in the face of Zheng Xiu, after much deliberation, she couldn't see what kind of method Zheng Xiu belonged to.

Even if they are born aliens and have their own ominousness, they can still echo with the "gateway".

"Next, you should be more careful. If you feel uncomfortable, close your eyes immediately." Feng Bei repeatedly urged, with the right eye as the center, the dark lines extended all the way to the right delicate body.

Every time he uses this move, Fengbei will remind him cautiously, for fear of accidentally hurting the boy.

I saw Feng Bei standing there with his right palm clasped.

When Zheng Xiu saw Fengbei's "mountain splitting" posture, his scalp felt a little numb, and he took a step back.

buzzing.

The [Purgatory] with [Inspiration] inserted was trembling in Zheng Xiu's hands, and bursts of subtle buzzing vibrations spread to the palm of his hand.

Zheng Xiu's avatar was not equipped with [Inspiration], but perhaps because the concentration of ghosts and creatures beside Feng Bei was too high at the moment, Zheng Xiu vaguely saw a hazy figure behind Feng Bei.

It's 【Executioner】!
Zheng Xiu's breath was stagnant, and Feng Bei's thought of hanging his street lamp flashed in an instant.

"It's okay if you make a move, I will keep it."

Feng Bei said.

Zheng Xiu felt relieved now.

Move, move, force, panlong, and knife.

Brushed [footwork], [muscular strength], [coiling dragon eighteen cuts], and [inspiration] in one breath, with extremely high efficiency.

The kind-hearted inspiration knife turned into shadows of swords and slashed down, Feng Bei secretly nodded at Zheng Xiu's hand, and gently waved the afterimage of his right hand.

Ding!
With a crisp sound, Zheng Xiu's eyebrows ached, and he watched helplessly as his purgatory was chopped into black mist by Feng Bei's knife.

Feng Bei stopped where he was, looking at the young man in surprise.

"Your knife, can cut 'ominous'?"

Zheng Xiu sat down, and the chain knife retracted with a click.

Covering his brows, after Zheng Xiu understood Feng Bei's words, he didn't feel humbled by Feng Bei's easy destruction of his [Purgatory], on the contrary he was overjoyed.

What Zheng Xiu is concerned about is that the [Purgatory] with [Inspiration] inserted can directly penetrate the tangible and cut off the invisible!

His big scimitar clearly collided with Feng Bei, sparking fierce sparks!

This knife is ominous!
"Wow ka ka ka-"

The young man laughed triumphantly, stretched out his bone chain again with all his strength.

The lonely man and the widow, the boy and Fengbei, Daxue testified, the world was a mirror, the cat covered his eyes, and fought until dawn again.

At dawn, the boy was exhausted and hurriedly jumped off the cliff to escape.

"you……"

Just as Feng Bei wanted to persuade him to stay, the boy had long since disappeared.

"Leaving the cat behind again."

Fengbei sighed softly.

The orange cat hugged its eyes on the roof, and before Feng Bei could speak, it jumped into the house, curled up in a nest made of old clothes, and wept until tomorrow night.

Go down the mountain, hunt, cook, feed the cats.

In the bidet, Feng Bei looked at the miserable orange cat and fell into deep thought again.

(End of this chapter)