Chapter 211 - Sikong Nian (1/2)

Chapter 211 Sikong Nian“Woosh, patter…”

After the four members of the Heavenly Sword disappeared, Sky Releasing Emperor immediately launched an attack, the whip whistling in the air when it was wielded.

Liu Feng moved to the left flexibly. The whip passed him like a poisonous snake swimming in the air, hitting a big tree and breaking the bark with a click.

“Swoosh!”

Then Sky Releasing Emperor suddenly pulled it back. The whip bounced back and went towards Liu Feng’s back head this time.

However, Liu Feng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He suddenly bowed, and then the whip flew over his head. After that, he stood straight again and rushed forward, like a sharp arrow.

Whoosh!

Sky Releasing Emperor was fast, but Liu Feng was also fast. In an instant, he flung himself at Sky Releasing Emperor, and attacked Sky Releasing Emperor with his machete, dazzling light flashing in front of Sky Releasing Emperor’s chest.

“The drillmaster of the Heavenly Sword is really not simple.” The voice of Sky Releasing Emperor rang out in place, but he had already withdrawn more than ten meters at a very fast speed.

Liu Feng said in a sarcastic tone, “You’re also not simple. I hope you can withstand my attack three times, or it will be too boring.” Meanwhile, he continued to pounce forward. He raised the machete in his right hand, and the tip of it pointed directly at the throat of Sky Releasing Emperor.

“Three times?” A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of Sky Releasing Emperor. Maybe no one had dared to say such arrogant words in front of him since he became famous.

When Liu Feng raised his machete, Sky Releasing Emperor turned left, clenched his left fist, and punched on Liu Feng on his back. “You’d better see if you have a chance to attack me three times first.”

Even if this fist was not as powerful as Lu Yunshan’s snap fist, it still was very powerful. Before it reached him, Liu Feng felt a terrible strength to force him to fall on the ground.

Liu Feng chose to fell down instead of taking this punch directly. When he fell down, he turned over, and wielded his machete again to cut the lower abdomen of Sky Releasing Emperor.

At the same time, Brother Feng said, “I’ll let you down. It’s my third attack!”

It could be said that Liu Feng’s attack this time was absolutely arbitrary, or was fundamentally a tactic of illogical thinking.

Because Liu Feng did not attack according to common sense, the last attack was unexpected to Sky Releasing Emperor, who then quickly exhaled, shrank his chest, and flew back more than three meters.

Nevertheless, Liu Feng’s machete still made a gap more than one meter long on his robe.

What made people feel speechless was that Liu Feng, who had fallen to the ground at this time, had taken out a black pistol by his left hand at some time. This pistol was 29 centimeters long. If you looked at it carefully, you could see that the gun was also engraved with a string of fancy English letters.

The gun was made in the Dark Arsenal, which enjoyed equal popularity with Death Arsenal. It was called Dark Ruler, the Global Limited Edition pistol that only the super-big guys in the western underground world were qualified to possess.

“Bump!”

Liu Feng turned around, wielded his machete, and shot almost at the same time. If we timed, we would find that he had spent less than 0.2 seconds in finishing these movements.

Sky Releasing Emperor, who had just barely escaped Liu Feng’s machete, suddenly realized that he was shot in abdomen and felt painful, as if his abdomen was burning.

The Dark Ruler was too powerful, and the special bullets it used would blow up once they entered the human body, making it difficult for people to survive.

“You… actually used a pistol…”

Sky Releasing Emperor covered his stomach with his hands, and his facial features were distorted because of great pain, looking at Liu Feng in disbelief. It seemed that he did not believe that Liu Feng would shoot him even though he had been shot.

Liu Feng turned over and stood up, and the Dark Ruler in his hand disappeared, as if he had done a magic. “Yes, I used a pistol. What’s wrong? I remember that we did not say that we are not allowed to use pistols before we started fighting?”

“What the f**k!”

Sky Releasing Emperor had an impulse to scold. Although he controlled a mercenary, he was a true yogi practitioner in Hindia, which was equivalent of a traditional martial artist in Celestial Empire.

Would martial artists use guns when they were fighting with others?

“You, you, you don’t deserve to be called a martial artist.” Sky Releasing Emperor raised his bloody right hand, pointed to Liu Feng, and roared, “You are not worthy of being called a martial artist. You’re despicable. You actually used a pistol…”

Before Sky Releasing Emperor finished his words, Liu Feng waved his one hand and interrupted him. “Sky Releasing Emperor, you think too much. I am a soldier. I am a special-forces soldier of Celestial Empire, a super military king, not a martial artist.”

“You…” Sky Releasing Emperor was completely speechless at this moment. Yes, the master standing in front of him was the drillmaster of the Heavenly Sword, a super military king. How could he measure him by the standard of a martial artist?

“Enough. Sky Releasing Emperor, you have set foot on the territory of Celestial Empire with a group of armed Hindian mercenaries. Now you have paid the price. Don’t struggle, go to another world and be a martial artist at ease.” Liu Feng waved his one hand as he made sarcastic remarks.

“Bump!”

At this time, Sky Releasing Emperor finally could not hold on. His legs became powerless and he half knelt on the ground.

“I never thought… that I will die in a foreign country… I am unreconciled…” After saying the last words, Sky Releasing Emperor finally had no strength to support his body, and completely fell on the ground.

“Oh my god! Such a powerful Sky Releasing Emperor died like this!”