This concubine is very ruffian and wild

Chapter 40 Master, You Are So Handsome!
Before the knife was close, the strong wind from the blade had already lifted the broken hair on Yehuo's forehead.

Knowing that this time, there was no way to escape, Yehuo suddenly sank into his dantian.

Immediately afterwards, he swung his knife and swept towards Lei Zi's waist.

In Wing Chun, the focus is on attack, and the attack is the defense.

Although there are different sects in martial arts, the truth is that they are both offensive and defensive, and they can be mastered in every way.

In the face of strong enemies, wildfire also adopts this method.

Wildfire is a desperate play, and this kind of response is really beyond Fenglei's expectations.

If he wanted to continue attacking, he would definitely not be able to escape the knife of Wildfire.

In desperation, Fenglei had no choice but to withdraw his arms and go back, with the horizontal knife at his waist, blocking Yehuo's blow.

When the two knives intersected, sparks splashed out, and the long knife in Yehuo's hand suddenly burst into flames.

On the ridge of the roof, the messy-haired man who had been lazily pouring wine into his mouth suddenly had a bright light in his blurred eyes.

The big man Fenglei only felt a hot force coming along the blade, piercing his chest, and couldn't help but also a burst of blood churning.

Ding Ding Deng!
He took three steps back, propped the knife on the ground, took a deep breath, and suppressed it with all his strength, only then did he calm down the churning blood.

At the same time, Yehuo flew out again with a knife and a man.

A black shadow flashed, and what met her was not the hard and cold bluestone ground, but a warm embrace.

A warm current poured into his back, and the strong blood churning in his chest disappeared quickly.

There was a faint smell of alcohol wafting around him, Yehuo raised his face suspiciously.

Among the messy hair, a pair of deep eyes were looking at her with concern.

"How about it?!"

The blurred and chaotic voice turned out to be the man on the roof.

Only then did Wildfire really see his face clearly.

At the age of 25, his facial features can't be described as exquisite or handsome, but when combined together, there is a strange sense of beauty.

Especially the pair of eyes, which seemed to be stained with the smell of alcohol, had a kind of depth and blur that people couldn't see through.

"Fortunately!"

Forced to stand up straight from the opponent's arms, Yehuo still held the handle of the knife tightly in his hand.

"Have I passed?!"

(End of this chapter)