Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 768 Drizzle Sword

Xiao Feng's polite smile gradually subsided.

Xiao Feng looked at Qiao Ye and said, "Qiao Ye, I don't want to kill the guardian, it doesn't mean that I dare not kill it. Your head is still very valuable. Don't force me to exchange your head for reward money."

Qiao Ye said, "Are you worthy?"

Qiao Ye's attitude was very clear, Xiao Feng didn't talk nonsense, he waved his hand directly, and the surrounding Jueying Building assassins swarmed up.

King Zhang Li roared angrily and raised the beast cage, his white ape suddenly appeared, holding the huge pillar and swept out towards the surroundings.

bang, bang, bang...

Almost in an instant, the Jueyinglou assassin who rushed forward was swept away.

The strength of King Li Zhang is still quite good, at least he is not afraid to fight head-on.

"You bastards, want to kill this uncle?" King Zhang Li roared: "When your grandfather and I were at sea, your hair didn't even grow!"

Zhang Liwang was scolding and swearing. Anyone who was almost stabbed to the core would not be in a good mood. Naturally, Zhang Liwang had to vent his anger.

On the other side, Xiao Feng suddenly stabbed Qiao Ye with a sword.

Dang!

Qiao Ye's body was filled with golden light, and Xiao Feng's sword was blocked by Jiuzhuan's golden body.

In fact, an assassin should not have too much fame, let alone let people know what he is good at. If everyone knows what means he has, how can he assassinate him? At least assassination will become more difficult.

Because of this, Qiao Ye had been prepared for a long time. After all, Xiao Feng's name of the fast sword was indeed very loud.

As a result, Qiao Ye also opened the nine-turn golden body in advance, but Qiao Ye was still somewhat surprised.

This sword is too fast!

Qiao Ye not only didn't see how Xiao Feng's drizzle sword stabbed him, but also didn't even see how Xiao Feng made the sword.

It is no exaggeration to describe this sword as fast as thunder.

"But..." Qiao Ye squinted at Xiao Feng and said, "Lightsabers are useless, only swords that can kill are useful!"

When Qiao Ye was talking, Xiao Feng had already made four swords in a row, and the sword was really fast. Qiao Ye could only hear the sound of the sword coming out, but there was no sword shadow at all. The sword seemed to hit his body in a split second. throughout.

but……

The sound of gold and iron symphony sounded continuously on Qiao Ye's body. The sword light kept hitting Qiao Ye. On the golden brilliance, golden ripples swayed continuously. Xiao Feng's sword could not break Qiao Ye's. defense.

If the defense cannot be broken, then the sword is useless no matter how fast it is.

Dang!

The crisp symphony sounded again!

Xiao Feng is obviously an experienced man. It is not that he has never encountered a target with a defense technique or a defensive Noble Phantasm, which is extremely difficult to kill, but in any case, he can still find a weakness, which is where the door is.

but……

After stabbing his eyes, Xiao Feng stabbed Qiao Ye's throat with this sword again. Xiao Feng tried everything that could be used as a cover door, but it was of no use at all.

and……

Perhaps because of the dozen or so swords in a row, Xiao Feng's sword speed finally slowed down. Qiao Ye saw the opportunity, lowered his head abruptly, used his chin to clamp Xiao Feng's Drizzle Sword, and then Reach out and grab the blade.

The blade of the Drizzle Sword rubbed against Qiao Ye's palm, making an extremely harsh metal friction sound, and a large piece of golden sparks bloomed.

"Bring it!"

Qiao Ye let out a low voice, his arm violently exerted force, and he grabbed the Drizzle Sword from Xiao Feng's hand, and threw it to the side, the Drizzle Sword flew out to the side and nailed it to a building. on the outer wall.

Xiao Feng quickly retreated, and after losing his weapon, he also decisively distanced himself from Qiao Ye.

As an assassin, in fact, if you miss a hit, you should escape, otherwise you will not be an assassin, but a warrior.

In fact, this kind of assassin who is good at assassination is really not good at attacking the enemy. After all, his energy is limited, where can he not only study the means of concealment, camouflage, and assassination, but also devote his energy to practice facing the enemy head-on.

But the assassins of Jueyinglou are still somewhat different after all. After all, they are assassins active on the battlefield, and they are much braver than traditional assassins.

And, it's a big deal.

Xiao Feng licked the corners of his mouth. The deal was astonishingly big. Not only would Dongfang Yao pay handsomely, but even the treasure house of Hantian Bingfeng, half of which belonged to their Jueying Studio, Dongfang Yao's only request was to let him choose first. That's it.

Xiao Feng felt danger from Qiao Ye's body. After all, he is a person who is in danger all the year round. Xiao Feng is very sensitive to this aspect, but even if it is dangerous, Xiao Feng still wants to go!

Qianbo is the most moving!

"Martial spirit!" Xiao Feng shouted in a low voice: "Wind and rain become a sword!"

Heaven-selected class transforms martial arts, wind and rain become swords!

Almost for an instant, Qiao Ye felt a hint of coolness on his face, looked up at the sky, and suddenly there was raindrops in the sky.

That rain is Xiao Feng's martial spirit.

The area covered by rainwater is not large, only a small area of ​​about 20 to 30 meters.

After all, Xiao Feng's martial spirit is not a magic map, nor is he really manipulating celestial phenomena, it is just a piece of rain.

Then……

Rain becomes a sword!

The name of the Drizzle Sword is not only because Xiao Feng has a fast sword and uses a narrow sword, but also because of Xiao Feng's martial spirit!

"Drink!"

Xiao Feng let out a low roar, rose to face the rain, stretched out his hand and pinched it in the air, pulled out a rain sword, and slashed towards Qiao Ye.

The sword was obviously a little faster than before.

Qiao Ye closed his eyes and listened.

The shadow of the sword is not seen, only the body of the sword is heard!

Dang!

In the blink of an eye, a crisp symphony sounded again from Qiao Ye's chest.

Qiao Ye didn't take the sword hard. Since the Rain Magic Sword was used, it was naturally not a real sword, nor was it a pure physical attack.

The halo of the nine-turn golden body cracked a gap at this moment, and a small tip of the sword pierced into it.

Xiao Feng's eyes lit up, he roared again, and hurried forward with his sword forward, trying to pierce the Jiuzhuan golden body.

Qiao Ye raised his eyebrows coldly, stepped on his toes, his body floated out towards the back, and then reached out and held it in the air.

In the next moment, Qiao Ye picked up the halberd and smashed the rain sword directly.

Xiao Feng didn't care either, the rain that fell all over the sky was his sword, a rain sword was smashed to pieces, stretched out his hand to condense another, and stabbed again towards Qiao Ye.

Dang!

A crisp symphony sounded, and another sword was struck in Qiao Ye's waist. The sound of the rain sword hitting the golden body of Jiuzhuan had not yet fallen. Xiao Feng's wrist flicked, but the next sword was already coming, hitting Qiao Ye directly. With golden ripples swaying away, Qiao Ye's leg was also hit by another sword.

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