Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

Zhou Ming could only keep retreating.

If it was Cai Zhiyong, he had already made seventeen or eight moves during this time, but Feng Bo still had this move.

This trick has not been used yet!

It seems that if Zhou Ming is not cut down, this move will be endless; if Zhou Ming is not cut down, this knife will never be cut down.

Zhou Ming's eyes didn't blink, he stared straight at the black and shiny Saber, he had a strange feeling, as if the Saber was a living thing, like a thick boa constrictor, spitting out a letter and rushing towards him come.However, with the Saber in Feng Bo's hands, how could it be a living thing?But Zhou Ming had this illusion! [

Zhou Ming's heels touched the wall again.

This time, he didn't jump up suddenly.Because he has judged that the height of the saber is enough to split him in half in mid-air!Zhou Ming didn't move, and the wide saber cut down suddenly, almost blocking all the light, making Zhou Ming's eyes dark.At this moment, Zhou Ming seemed to be hallucinating, and the Saber seemed to laugh ferociously, and the sound of "buzzing" echoed in Zhou Ming's ears.His head was slightly turned to one side, and the saber slashed against Zhou Ming's left ear and sank into the wall with a "boom".But the dangerous atmosphere has not dissipated, and Zhou Ming is forced to slide to the right by instinct. The saber sticks to the wall and follows like a ghost. With a sound of "呵啦", a long hole is opened in the wall, and countless dust is blown up ,fall.Zhou Ming sprinted to the right while observing the Zhanmadao who was chasing him from the corner of his eye, and suddenly found a dark red light flashing on the blade.

That's blood!

How many people have died under this saber, and how many innocent souls are attached to the blade of this epee without a sharp edge?

Zhou Ming remembered Feng Bo's words again: "I can't even control it when I swing the saber knife!"

Could it be that after drinking countless blood, this Saber really has some spirituality?

This idea is undoubtedly absurd, but Zhou Ming truly sensed that not only Feng Bo was dealing with him alone, but even this knife was exuding endless killing intent towards him!Zhou Ming stopped suddenly, and punched out heavily. With a sound of "Dang", the heavy and powerful fist hit the back of the knife.Zhou Ming seemed to hear a scream, and this scream definitely did not come from Feng Bo!

The Zhanma Dao finally stopped, with one-third of the blade still in the wall.

Zhou Ming withdrew his fist, walked towards the spacious arena, and turned around to wait for Feng Bo.

Feng Bo pulled out the saber from the wall and looked back at Zhou Ming with uncontrollable excitement on his face: "You feel it too, right? It's alive, right?"

Zhou Ming was startled and didn't speak.Feng Bo continued: "I told many people, but they didn't believe it. My knife really has a soul! I can feel its existence, we are good friends fighting side by side! You must have felt it, otherwise why would you suddenly treat my knife? Punch?" There was a hint of trembling and excitement in the voice.

Zhou Ming nodded slightly.Such a thing, no matter who you tell it to, will feel absurd.If he hadn't experienced it himself, how could he believe it?Feng Bo's voice became more excited: "I knew it, I knew it! Sometimes I feel that I can't control it, but its judgment is correct every time. He has a sharper intuition than me!"

Does the knife really have a soul and life?Is it necessary to keep drinking blood to maintain its vigorous mental strength?