Martial Arts Assassin Master

Chapter 155

At this moment, the demon swordsman suddenly asked, "Can this wooden lion you made move?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly; "Of course, you can, but you need to add the 'Secret Stone'."

Demon Sect Swordsman nodded: "That's good."

The system also began to introduce the identities of the two.

Xia Fengshuang, the devil's swordsman, is one of the masters of the devil's religion. He has practiced the "three unique swordsmanship", that is to say, he can use three short knives in a row to attack, which is strange and powerful.

And that middle-aged man is the legendary skilled craftsman Zhu Ziyang.

He was originally an ordinary boy, but because of his strong interest in Qimen Dunjia and mechanism spells, he eventually grew into a master in this field.

At this moment, Xia Fengshuang asked: "Zhu Ziyang, in this way, is the mechanism you created for us before true?"

Zhu Ziyang nodded: "Yes, I don't dare to deceive people from you demon sect. I just hope that you can let me live."

Xia Fengshuang sneered: "It's too late, since you are such a talent, we can't keep you."

Zhu Ziyang's face turned pale with fright, and he backed up again and again: "That's not right, you clearly promised the villain that as long as I give you the art of making mechanism beasts, I will let the villain go."

Xia Fengshuang shook his head: "I'm sorry, this statement is invalid."

Before he finished speaking, he pulled out the dagger from his waist.

But at this moment, a cold light flashed, Xia Fengshuang quickly reacted, and swung his knife backhand to block.

"Dang!" A flying knife brushed across his right arm, directly scratching the skin on his arm.

Blood seeped out of it and flowed to the ground.

Xia Fengshuang hurriedly flew back, tapped the acupuncture points on his arm to stop the bleeding.

He also saw Zhao Fanxing at this moment: "Who are you?"

Zhu Ziyang's pale face turned bloody: "Grandfather, save me!"

Zhao Fanxing said to Zhou Wangxian beside him: "Brother Zhou, you rescued Zhu Ziyang, and the enemy here is handed over to me."

Zhou Wangxian agreed to his request: "No problem, Brother Zhao, leave it to me."

Xia Fengshuang laughed wildly and said, "I'm afraid none of you will be able to leave!"

While speaking, a large number of nurses rushed into the door from the outside.

These people took off their coats, revealing the attire of Demon Cult disciples.

"Death-killing fan of knives!" Zhao Fanxing did not hesitate, but jumped vertically to the center of the enemy formation, raised his right hand, and seven "flame flying knives" flew out from his fingertips, attacking in different directions.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the demon sect disciples around them hurriedly waved their weapons to resist.

"Whoosh whoosh!" The cold light flashed, but they still took a step slower.

The one standing at the front was directly pierced through the throat by the flying knife, and fell limp to the ground, dying of breath.

But the momentum of the flying knife did not stop, but continued to fly backwards, piercing through the body of the next target until it was inserted into the last wall.

Those enemies who were hit were also ignited by the flames one after another, turning into firemen one by one.

They screamed in pain, fell on their backs to the ground, and were quickly burned to ashes.

In the blink of an eye, a large number of enemies fell under Zhao Fanxing's throwing knives.

Zhou Wangxian showed a confident smile, and jumped to Zhu Ziyang's side, grabbed his right shoulder, flew up, smashed the roof, and flew out of the house.

"Where are you going!" Xia Fengshuang also jumped into the sky, wanting to catch up.

"Maybe jump in the abyss!" Zhao Fanxing cast "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" at this moment, releasing a series of palm winds to attack the enemies in the air.

Xia Fengshuang was directly forced to retreat and had to fall to the ground to avoid.

"Bang bang bang!" The wind of the palm blasted all the tiles on the roof into pieces, and they fell down with a "crash".

Xia Fengshuang also looked at him full of hatred: "Damn guy, dare to snatch someone from us!"

Zhao Fanxing took his time, drew his sword out of its sheath, and prepared to use "Dugu Nine Swords".

At this time, the masters of the Demon Sword Hall came over, and they swung their long knives at the same time, from top to bottom, and slashed his back and the top of his head from different directions.

If hit by an enemy, he will be decapitated in an instant.

"Broken knife style!" But Zhao Fanxing didn't panic at all, and immediately swung his long sword upwards, attacking the enemy's wrist holding the knife.

Although his moves looked simple, they hit the enemy's flaws.

"Ah!" The masters of the Demon Sword Hall couldn't dodge in time, and were hit by the long swords on the wrists one after another. The long swords fell out of their hands and fell to the ground, losing their defensive capabilities.

However, Zhao Fanxing turned around, and the long sword swept across, releasing a series of sword energy.

"Bang bang bang!" Where the sword energy passed, it directly cut off the throat of the master of the Demon Sword Hall.

These enemies also fell to the ground in screams, dying of breath.

Seeing this, the remaining enemies still did not give up, and continued to attack with their weapons.

But none of them were the opponents of "Dugu Nine Swords", they were found the flaws in the moves one after another and killed them directly.

"Three Absolute Swordsmanship!" Xia Fengshuang came up behind Zhao Fanxing suddenly, brandished two short knives, and slashed continuously like a storm, attacking his vitals on the back.

"Broken knife style!" Zhao Fanxing turned around quickly, brandished the long sword, and continuously swung down and swept, attacking the flaws in the enemy's moves.

Although Xia Fengshuang's sword skills looked dazzling, there were also flaws.

If he didn't dodge, his arms and chest would be cut off by Zhao Fanxing's long sword.

In desperation, Xia Fengshuang could only pull back.

Zhao Fanxing took the opportunity to attack fiercely, and the long sword in his hand shot out like a shooting star, continuously stabbing at the opponent's lower abdomen.

Xia Fengshuang immediately waved two short knives to resist.

"Clang, clang!" The swords intersected, and sparks flew everywhere.

Zhao Fanxing's offensive was mostly blocked by the opponent.

Xia Fengshuang sneered at this moment: "Hmph! You are finished."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly spun the two short knives in his hand at high speed and threw them at the opponent.

The two short knives also kept spinning, attacking Zhao Fanxing's arms.

He immediately swung his long sword and slashed out with his backhand.

"Dangdang!" After two crisp sounds, Zhao Fanxing successfully knocked down the high-speed spinning dagger to the ground.

But at this moment, Xia Fengshuang suddenly pulled out a third dagger and swept across his throat.

The timing, strength, and speed of this move were all just right.

Zhao Fanxing had just broken the opponent's sword technique, so he had no chance to dodge, let alone withdraw his sword to resist.

"One Finger of Consonance!" But he suddenly stretched out two fingers of his left hand, clamping the tip of the opponent's knife tightly.

"What?" Xia Fengshuang thought that he was sure that he would be able to succeed, but he didn't expect to be restrained by the opponent, and the dagger could no longer move half a step forward.

Zhao Fanxing looked at the other party calmly: "You lost."

Before he finished speaking, he swung his sword and stabbed the opponent's heart.

With this strike, he surged up the internal strength of "Nine Suns Divine Art" and "Shenzhao Art".

"Bah!" Xia Fengshuang's protective energy dissipated, and his chest was also pierced.

Accompanied by a spurt of blood, he fell on his back to the ground, his eyes filled with horror.

(End of this chapter)