"This... a palm strike that fell from the sky?" Fujikawa Kei had heard of a terrifying technique that once existed in China.
A palm strike that descends from the sky can instantly create a huge and deep handprint on the ground, guaranteeing defeat for those of the same level, and even allowing for battles against opponents of higher levels.
only……
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Chapter 215 Kill
However, the palm strike he displayed at this moment...
Fortunately, it wasn't that long-lost skill.
Since it wasn't the ultimate technique his master had mentioned, Fujikawa Kei no longer hesitated. His eyes instantly turned as cold as ice, and killing intent surfaced.
His figure flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant, easily dodging Yang Feng's palm strike.
"Bang!!"
Yang Feng's Tai Chi Bagua Palm struck the floor directly, leaving a shallow handprint.
He landed on the ground, his brows furrowed and his eyes very serious. This swordsman from the island nation was much stronger than he had imagined, and what he had just used seemed to be ninjutsu.
At this moment, the figure of the island nation's swordsman was completely out of sight.
We were really careless.
He thought that with his cultivation level, no one on Earth should be his match.
It seems I was overthinking it.
Suddenly, a sense of regret welled up in his heart again. If he were strong enough, all his little tricks would be exposed.
Late stage of Qi Refining!
To comprehend the spiritual consciousness and the power of spiritual energy projected outwards by cultivators, and so on.
Because once you possess divine sense, it's like having radar!
Yang Feng suddenly felt a strong killing intent rushing towards him from behind. His gaze turned cold in an instant. He turned around, his spiritual power wrapped around his arm, and directly grabbed the sharp longsword.
"when!"
A triumphant smile appeared on Yang Feng's lips as he gripped the long sword tightly with one hand, attempting to forcibly break it in two.
Unfortunately, this thing is too hard; it can't be broken.
"What?! You managed to grab my knife!"
Fujikawa Kei's eyes were filled with horror. Not only had he been punched away by him, but now even his knife had been forcibly grabbed, leaving him unable to move.
Yang Feng, with a cold face, didn't waste any words and directly punched him in the chest.
Seeing his fist coming at him so quickly, Fujikawa Kei was startled and quickly jumped up, spinning in mid-air before staggering to the ground with his long sword, taking three small steps back.
I was almost hit.
"You have no grudge against me, why do you want to kill me?!" Fujikawa Kei was so angry he was about to vomit blood. If he had known that Chinese people were like this, he would never have come to this territory of China.
"That's it, there's no reason, I just want to kill!" Yang Feng moved and attacked Fujikawa Kei frantically.
A dozen or so intertwined fist shadows forced Fujikawa Kei to constantly parry with his sword, which was extremely difficult for him, as he would be hit if he made even the slightest mistake.
"Ta-da!"
After more than a dozen rounds of fighting, Yang Feng had beads of sweat on his forehead and was breathing a little rapidly. He hadn't expected this person to be so difficult to kill.
"Since you insist on killing me, then don't blame me." Fujikawa Kei calmed down, gripped the long sword tightly with one hand, and poured all his internal energy into the famous sword.
Instantly, the famous sword emitted a faint white light, exuding an unmistakable aura of killing intent!
"Judging from our exchange just now, your strength is the same as mine, peak of the Profound Rank. But don't think that just because you have some talent in martial arts, you can easily kill me. In Japan, I'm ranked twenty-second!"
Having said that, Fujikawa Kei suddenly unleashed a powerful aura, his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared above and in front of Yang Feng, shouting:
"Three-Stage Slash of Despair!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the terrifying killing intent emanating from the swords surged like a hurricane, and three sword energies suddenly appeared, seemingly capable of annihilating everything.
"Fuck you!"
Yang Feng ignored all that, leaped up, and suddenly struck him hard, creating a small tornado that wrapped around his arm.
No matter how powerful or numerous your moves are, I can break them with a single punch!
Yang Feng's fist quickly collided with the three terrifying sword energies.
"Hiss—" Yang Feng felt the power of the sword energy and couldn't help but wince in pain, but he still swung his sword at it with all his might.
The sword energy scraped his arm, leaving it covered in blood.
Suddenly, a sound of air exploding rang out.
"boom!"