C139 (1/2)

”Shua!”

Without saying anymore, Jiang Liuyun's body turned into a white shadow, the sword in his hand, directly thrusted towards Ye Feng's throat.

Ye Feng still stood at his original position.

He didn't take out his weapon to block, nor did he retreat. He didn't even make the slightest movement to dodge.

A series of exclamations sounded from the side.

”This kid is probably scared silly, or perhaps he encountered some accident on the third floor. When This Prince first saw him, he already felt that there was something wrong with this person's brain.” Number three, you actually believe him? ”It seems like you will suffer a big loss this time.” Fourth Prince mocked excitedly.

While looking down on Ye Feng, he also conveniently stepped on Third Prince's foot.

”Ye Feng! ”Hurry up and hide …”

Just as the sword was about to pierce her throat, Huo Jing'er could not help but let out a sharp scream.

Seemingly her warning had some effect, when the Longsword was about to reach him, Ye Feng's foot moved slightly to the left, the sword that was originally aimed for his throat moved slightly.

With a loud sound, the Longsword stabbed into Ye Feng's right shoulder, causing the Blood Light to fly in all directions, bringing with it a pool of warm blood.

Jiang Liuyun laughed in disdain, feeling assured.

Idiot!

He could finally confirm that the guy with the smile on his face was a fool.

Look, he had been stabbed in the shoulder, and this guy was still laughing?

If he wasn't a fool, then what was he?

Since that was the case, there was no need to kill him and cripple one of his arms.

Jiang Liuyun was about to take the chance and cut off Ye Feng's right arm, but right at that moment, his right hand that was holding the sword suddenly tensed up, and he was unable to move.

A sharp pain came from his wrist.

When the sword blade entered his body, there was bound to be a process of it slowing down and stagnating. And in just that short moment of time, Ye Feng had already made his move, and grabbed Jiang Liuyun's right hand.

His fingers were like five steel claws, and the immense power caused his bones to feel as if they were about to split open.

Jiang Liuyun's mind was in a mess, a wave of Vital Qi flowed out from the meridians in his arm, wanting to break all five of Ye Feng's fingers. But at the same time, Ye Feng's left hand formed a fist, aimed straight at his face.

Too late to care about his right arm that was hurting, Jiang Liuyun immediately extended his left palm to block it.

However, Ye Feng's strength was far beyond Jiang Liuyun's expectations. The moment the left palm he had tried to block came into contact with Ye Feng's fist, it was swung high into the air, and after that, Ye Feng's left arm shot straight in, transforming his fist into a claw, and grabbed Jiang Liuyun's neck.

Everything around him froze.

In the distance, one could even hear the echo of Huo Jing'er's sharp cry from before.

But the battle was over.

It took less than a minute for the battle to end.

Jiang Liuyun had already let go of his right hand. His middle ranked Longsword just like that, was stuck on Ye Feng's shoulder, but his neck was still being held by Ye Feng with his left hand, causing his face to turn completely red.

”Ha, ha, ha …” Ye Feng won, Jiang Liuyun lost, Fourth Bro you guys lost … ”

Third Prince was the first to recover from his shock, and this place immediately resounded with his joyous laughter.

Victory and defeat were obvious at a glance. Jiang Liuyun trembled slightly, his pale face filled with fear.

He was completely dumbstruck by Ye Feng's fighting style. There was actually such a person in the world who ignored the fact that a sword had pierced through his chest and used such a desperate fighting style to defeat him.

How much courage, judgment, confidence and strength did he need?

With the slightest mistake, any one of these links would be slightly off, and the result would be the complete opposite.