God of Fishing

Han Fei went all the way to the periphery of the hanging waterfall. While passing by Yuno's house, she found that the girl was humming Xiaoquer, pruning flower branches.

When she saw Han Fei, Yuno smiled brightly and greeted, "How's it, compromise?"

非 Han Fei said silently: "What's the compromise? What's the compromise? Hey ... Say, you know, we have a great waterfall. Who plays the stick the best?"

Yuyou faintly smiled: "Of course it's Lao Du! Hey ... it's Yue Twelve, the one behind. Hey? Are you looking for him to fight?"

非 Han Fei smiled slightly: "Yeah! I just broke my hand and itchy."

Suzuno suddenly said: "I heard that your phantom Ruri wings look good?"

非 Han Fei's mouth twitched: "I'm not a big yellow croaker, nothing looks good! Hey ..."

I chatted with Yuno for a few words, and Han Fei ran directly, then the unnamed, who was still sitting on the big blue stone, walked over.

Seeing Han Fei coming over, Anonymous suddenly opened his eyes and gave Han Fei a slight glance: "Congratulations."

非 Han Fei smiled slightly and said, "Are you interested in a fight?"

Nameless, suddenly his eyes brightened: "Of course, I can!"

He listened to Ning Jingyao in the distance and suddenly shouted, "Hey, hey! Han Fei, you have called each other by name, shouldn't it be our turn?"

Han Fei turned his head and looked: "Don't panic, come one by one."

"His!"

Immediately, many people took a secret breath. Listening to Han Fei's tone, does he want to fight one by one?

Immediately, someone rejoiced: "I like this temperament. It should be like this! What is it like to nest at home every day without fighting? I like fighting, I like blood ..."

Suddenly, someone went out and leaned against the wall.

Someone sat on the roof. Others squatted on the side of the road, watching, like a second-rate man in the countryside. And some people swept over with perception.

Uh ...

Han Fei's idea is: now that he has broken through to the snorkeler, he still has to slowly conclude that his combat skills are best for him.

Or in other words, Han Fei has fully realized every combat technique he has cultivated. For Han Fei, even if there is only one skill in a combat technique, as long as he fully masters this skill, it is considered a success.

Han Fei stepped into the 300-meter sword without hesitation.

Anonymous immediately put his hands on the sword. At that moment, the sky was full of swords and swords.

非 Han Fei has an extra kitchen knife when I don't know when.

"Ding-Dong-Dang!"

Suddenly, Han Fei in the sword area changed his figure and made his sword extremely fast. He cut his sword with a kitchen knife, and his horrible figure showed at this moment. Han Feizheng twisted his body like a human.

Even if Han Fei is fast, how can he stop the dense and countless sword lights?

"Dang Dang Dang!"

From the 10th breath, when Han Fei went deeper than 100 meters, almost every breath had more than 10 rays of sword energy sweeping over him.

Only, when the first sword fell on Han Fei, the unnamed eyes shrank slightly and murmured: "Good physical fitness."

Han Fei is still meticulously chopping sword qi and moving forward step by step. Until only 100 meters away from the unknown, Han Fei suddenly burst into dozens of afterimages. The figure was changing so fast that it was dazzling.

At this moment, a lot of people who laughed and watched the opera narrowed the smile on their faces.

Su Ning Jingyao became serious, and his eyes were deep: "He is not studying, he is honing his body. In addition, he wants to know his own limit through namelessness."

Xun Liluo did not know when, but also swept over, sitting on the roof of Ning Jingyao's house, pouting, "He treats us as a sharpening stone?"

Someone smiled lightly: "It hasn't come to us yet! However, he wanted to come to this intention. But it is not good for the nameless, nor is it good. If his 300-meter sword domain, he really meets a person like Han Fei, thick skin The meat is rough and the body is amazing ... "

Some people shook their heads: "If you do encounter it, Wuming will give you the sword for the first time, and it won't last for so long. Last time, after eating Han Fei's meal, retribution is coming. Sorry for the Wuming ... immediately. However, that's fine. You can look at Han Fei's potential. "

Han Fei's posture is changing. Sixty-four elephant fish and dragon dances began to evolve all the footwork combat skills they had learned.

Although he still couldn't completely avoid and resist these swords, but he was not in a hurry. He knows that no one is in a hurry. Because until now, it was the sword domain itself that was attacking.

"Sixty-four Elephants?"

非 Han Fei naturally knew that sixty-four elephant fish and dragon dances could simulate various body styles. However, Han Fei has always ignored one problem: that is the sixty-four elephant fish and dragon dance itself. These sixty-four kinds of impermanence change, if all of them are exerted ...

"噗嗤!"

After all, a remnant of Han Fei appeared in the 300-meter sword area, and a remnant was smashed by the sword gas.

However, there are more and more afterimages, to the extent that Jian Qi cannot even attack at the same time.

"what?"

Some people were surprised: "The aftermath of Han Fei is also avoiding sword spirit!"

Someone wondered: "No! Those afterimages can be discerned at a glance. Can you avoid sword energy, what is the need?"

Suddenly, someone said: "No, Han Fei is trying to switch between various afterimages."

Takayuki whispered: "He walked another 50 meters forward. Every breath, the sword qi fell on him, but there were only a dozen or so, less."

After about 300 breaths, I heard nothing but suddenly said, "My aura is almost exhausted. Take me a sword."

After finishing speaking, the nameless draws the sword, and the silvery cold light flashes suddenly, as if the thunder broke through the sky.

When Han Fei took the sword, Han Fei's figure retreated, and the **** sword in his hand was like a flying butterfly. He cut 23 swords in that sword light.

In the end, Han Fei's mouth twitched slightly. The sword-drawing technique was finally released, and the sword, which was nameless, was chopped up.

I saw the nameless slightly surprised: "You found ... the flaw in my sword?"

Han Fei put away the **** knife, with a little finger, a nimbus thread drilled into the body of the unknown: "Almost! You are a strong sword, but too fast."

Anonymous frowns: "It's just not broken, right?"

Han Fei thought for a while and explained: "Yes, neither! For those who are slower than you, you must win. For those who are faster than you, because your sword is too fast, which leads to insufficient succession "As long as the outer glamor is broken, the threat of this sword is small."

Anonymous raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly: "Yes, I can come again later."

非 Han Fei twisted his head. He looked up and looked at Ning Jingyao: "Don't you play with a knife?"

Su Ning Jingyao grinned, "Okay!"

Wu Liluo said "Yeah" and said directly: "Ning Jingyao, you fly to the sky and don't fight here."

Someone echoed, "Yes, yes, hurry up to heaven, don't come down."

Han Fei wondered: "???

I only heard someone say, "Ning Jingyao's destructive power is a bit strong! On the ground, this knife will take half a day to build a road."

Han Fei's eyes froze slightly: is it so strong?

I saw Ning Jingyao grinning: "Exaggerated! I am stable, not so exaggerated."

"Are you steady, are you steady? Ma slipped up."

Su Ning Jingyao did not explain. After a splash, the wings spread, and the white feathers pierce the sky. At an altitude of 500 meters, this stopped.

"Hhoo!"

非 Han Fei grinned, and the phantom glass wings opened. The dazzling glaze, a light fan, the whole person went straight to the sky.

Someone was surprised and said, "This is Phantom Ruri?"

Takayuki smiled, "It looks good, it looks better than my sky blue flower."

Li Liluo was lying on the roof, looking at the sky and saying, "It looks good. However, if Han Fei is hone himself, he should not use the power of the phantom glass wing, unfortunately."

Xingyue held the bowl at twelve and looked up at the sky with some envy.

Uh ...

Flying above the sky, Ning Jingyao laughed and said, "The sword I practiced is also called the magic sword of the stars. In fact, you can come to me at night. However, I am not weak in the day."

非 Han Fei thought for a moment: "I have a sword-drawing technique. And ... a million swords return to the ancestors."

After speaking, Han Fei grabbed the hanging waterfall.

On the side of the Xuantian Waterfall, the water vapor is transpiration, and the clouds are lingering. Therefore, there is no shortage of water at all. Han Fei without a knife can use water, too.

His plan is to give up Wan Daoliu completely. That stuff is really a weapon. Want to really make a million swords? That's not realistic. Even with a million-handle knife, once they break through, the replacement of those knives is a serious problem.

Therefore, giving up decisively is not necessarily a bad thing.

Grabbing the clouds and condensing the waterjet, just to cover the endless water. In a sense, Han Fei's use of endless hydrating knives at this moment should be stronger than ordinary superb magical tools, and should have reached the level of superb magical tools after being sealed.

It can be seen that in the future, the endless water is very likely, no ... it is possible that a force beyond the demigod, or even the genius, will erupt.

Suining Jingyao doesn't care. No matter what the opponent, he only needs to break it. If it doesn't work, then two. If two knives don't work, then three knives.

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Suining Jingyao suddenly, the momentum suddenly changed, as if there was an imaginary long knife condensed around him.

He saw that he clamped the long knife with both hands and raised it instantly. The wind was blowing all around and the light was blooming. The monster is strange and horrible. The hundred-meter knife shadow seems to be imaginary and imaginary, and it is directly directed towards Han Fei.

卧 "Crouch! This guy is so crazy?"

非 Han Fei is also embarrassed. He saw a fight for the first time, and when he came up, he was a hundred-meter crazy knife. Moreover, that sword is actually nothing weaker than the sword that Wu Ming just had.

"Domineering, monster, horror ..."

Unlike swordsmen, knives are usually fierce and rigid. Just like this knife, it was cut directly, and everyone swayed.

Han Fei immediately gave up Wan Dao and returned to the ancestors. The **** knife comes out, and the spirit is full of energy. Han Fei waved his crossblade, and the ten-meter blade was cut across.

"Dang ~"

The roar of roars, echoing below this waterfall. Every sound was accompanied by a wave of air.

Above the sky, the aperture flashes.

Hangtian waterfall, curved waterfall.

But when I saw it on the overhanging waterfall, in the rushing waves, Qingyu looked at the sky staggeringly, watching the bright collision like the sun, and whispered: "Good guy, fierce ! "

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