God of Fishing

Han Fei went all the way to the outskirts of Hangtian Great Falls. While passing through Yono's house, the girl was humming a little song and pruning branches.

When he saw Han Fei, Yuno smiled brilliantly and said hello: “What, compromised? ”

Han said, “Compromise what? Compromise? Hey... you know who plays sticks and plays the best? ”

Yuno smiled softly: "Of course it's Old Doo!... is the Yue XII family, the one behind it. You want to fight with him? ”

Han Fei smiled slightly: "Yes! Just broke through, my hand itched. ”

Yuno suddenly said: "I heard your Phantom Glass Wings. They look good? ”

Han Fei's mouth smoked: “I'm not a big yellow fish, there's nothing to see! Hey...”

Talking to Yuno, Han Fei ran directly, then sat on Daqing stone anonymously, walked over.

Seeing Han Fei come over, Anonymous opened his eyes and glanced lightly at Han Fei: “Congratulations. ”

Han Fei smiled. “Are you interested? Let's fight again? ”

Anonymous, his eyes lit up: "Of course, yes! ”

But listening to the distant Ning Jingyao suddenly shouted: "Hey, hey, hey! Han Fei, you fought Jane Doe once, isn't it our turn? ”

Han Fei turned his head and looked: "Don't panic, come one at a time. ”

“Hiss!”

Immediately, a lot of people took a dark breath. Listen to Han Fei. Does he want to call you one by one?

Now, someone was happy to say, "I like the way it is. That's how it should be! Every day at home, no fighting. What's that like? I like to fight, I like to bloody...”

Suddenly, someone went out and leaned against the wall.

Someone sits on the roof. Others, squatting on the side of the road, watching, are like second-rate people in the countryside. And some people, they sweep in with their senses.

……

Han Fei's idea was that since he had broken through to the divers, he had to slowly sum up his own skills, which were best suited to him.

In other words, Han must have learned every tactic he practiced. For Han Fei, even if there is only one tactic of war, if he fully mastered the tactic, it would be a success.

Han did not hesitate to enter the 300m sword domain.

Immediately, put your hands on the sword. At that moment, swordshadow, flying rolls attacked.

Han Fei had an extra knife in his hand sometime.

“Tinker Bell! ”

In an instant, Han Fei in the sword domain, the shadow changed and the knife came out extremely fast. He cut his sword with a kitchen knife, in a horrible way, and at this moment he showed himself perfectly. Han is unhumanely distorting his body.

But even if Han is faster, how can you block the dense numbness and countless swords?

“Bells! ”

Starting from the 10th breath, almost every breath of Korea and Africa swept over him with more than 10 swords.

However, when the first sword fell on Han Fei, the unnamed eyes shrunk slightly, mumbling: “What a strong body. ”

Han Fei still carefully chopped the sword and stepped forward. Until only 100 meters from Jane Doe, Han Fei suddenly burst into dozens of remnants. The shadow has changed and is about to become dazzling.

At this moment, a lot of people who were laughing and watching the show, they all curled up the smile on their faces.

Ning Jingyao got serious and looked deeply: “He's not in any kind of consultation, he's sharpening his body. In addition, he wanted to discover his limits through anonymity. ”

When he left, he swept over and sat on the roof of Ning Jingyao's house, leaving his mouth open: “Does he treat us as sharpening knives? ”

Someone smiled slightly: "It's not here yet! But come to think of it, he has this plan. But it's not unnamed, it's not useless. If his 300m sword domain, he really met a man like Han Fei, thick and rough, amazing figure..."

Someone shook his head: "If it did happen, nobody would sword the first time, and it wouldn't take that long. Last time, I ate Han Fei's meal, and now it's payback. Nobody is embarrassed... the sword is out of time. However, this is also good to see the potential of Han Fei. ”

Han Fei's identity is changing. Sixty-four elephant dragon dances, begin to derive all the walking tactics you have learned.

He was not in a hurry, though he could not avoid and resist these swords altogether. He knew that nobody was in a hurry. Because by now, the sword domain itself is attacking.

“Sixty-four elephants? ”

Han is unnatural to know that 64 elephant dragon dances can simulate various ways of being. But all along, Han Fei ignored the question: 64 elephant dragon dance itself. These 64 varieties of uncertainty, if fully implemented...

“Pfft! ”

A shadow of Han Fei appeared in the 300m sword domain, and a shadow of the shadow was crushed by the sword.

However, there is growing remnants to such an extent that sword power cannot even be attacked simultaneously.

“Huh?”

Some people were surprised: “Han Fei's remnants themselves are avoiding the sword! ”

Someone wondered, "No! Those shadows can be distinguished at a glance. Is there any need to avoid swordsmanship? ”

Suddenly, someone said, "No, Han Fei is trying to switch to various shadows. ”

Yuno mumbled: “He went another 50 meters. In every breath, the sword power falls on him, but there are only a dozen, less. ”

After about 300 breaths, he listened to nobody and suddenly said, "I'm running out of spirits, take my sword. ”

After that, the anonymous sword draw, the snowsilver cold light, suddenly flashed, like a thunderbolt split the heavenly dome.

At the time of taking this sword, Han Feisheng retreated, and his blood drinking knife was like a flying butterfly. On that sword, he cut 23 times in a row.

Ultimately, the corner of Han's mouth slightly snapped up. At last, the sword was cut to pieces with a single knife.

Unnamed slightly surprised: “You found... the broken sword of mine? ”

Han Fei put away the blood drinking knife, fingers a little, a spiritual silk string drilled into the unnamed body: “Almost! You're strong as a sword, but too fast. ”

Anonymous frown: “Only fast, isn't it? ”

Han Fei thought about it and explained: "Yes, it's not right! For those who are slower than you, you will win. For people who are faster than you, because this sword is too fast, it leads to insufficient follow-up. As long as the outer sword is broken, the threat of this sword is small. ”

Unnamed eyebrows, slightly nodded: “Not bad, we can come back later. ”

Han Fei twisted his head, flashed all over his body, and had broken. He looked up directly at Ning Jingyao: "Wanna play with the knife? ”

Ningjing Yao grinned: "Yes! ”

“Ya” went off and said directly: "Ning Jingyao, you fly to the sky to fight, don't fight here. ”

Someone summed up: "Right, right, right, you go to heaven, don't come down. ”

Han is not confused: “???? ”

Just listen to someone say, "Ning Jing Yao, that bastard's destructive power is a little strong! On the ground, this knife goes down and the road has to be repaired for half a day. ”

Han Fei's eyes squinted slightly: Is it so strong?

Just saw Ning Jingyao hey hey smile: "Boom! I'm stable, not exaggerated. ”

“What the hell are you doing? Sneak up. ”

Ning Jingyao did not explain either. Wow, the wings open, the white wings go straight into the sky. At 500 meters, it stopped.

“Hooray! ”

Han Fei grinned and the Phantom Glass wings widened. That dazzling glass, lightly slapped, the whole person went straight into the sky.

Someone wondered, “Is this the Phantom Glass Wing? ”

Yuno smiled: "Beautiful, even better than my skyflower. ”

Falling down on the roof, looking at the sky lane: "It's beautiful. However, if Han Fei were to hone himself, he would not be able to use Phantom Glass Wings, unfortunately. ”

Yue XII held the bowl and looked up at the sky, somewhat envious.

……

Above the sky, Ning Jingyao smiled: “The knife I practiced is also called the Star Devil's Knife. You can actually come to me at night. But I'm not weak in the daytime. ”

Han Fei thought, “I have a knife pull. And... a thousand knives to return to their homeland. ”

After that, Han Fei caught up to Hang Tian Great Falls.

On the other side of the Great Falls, the water vaporized and the clouds fogged. So there's no shortage of water at all. And without the knife, Han Fei can use water, too.

His intention was to give up the Katana flow altogether. That thing, it's a lot of weapons. Want to really build a 10,000 knife? That's not realistic. Even with 10,000 knives, once you break through, the replacement of those knives is a serious problem.

So decisively giving up is not necessarily a bad thing.

And grabbing the cloud fog, condensing the knife, just to cover the infinite water. In a sense, Han did not use an endless hydrating knife at this time. It should be stronger than a normal polar spirit apparatus, and it should reach the level of a post-spiritual polar spirit apparatus.

It is thus clear that infinite water in the future is likely, not… to erupt beyond the power of demigods or even divine soldiers.

Ning Jingyao doesn't care. Whatever the opponent is, he just has to break it. Not with one knife, then with two. Two knives won't do, then three.

“The sun and moon pick the stars. ”

Ningjing Yao suddenly changed his temper and appeared to be surrounded by a false knife.

He clamped the knife with his hands and raised it in an instant. The wind rose and the light blossomed. Demonic and horrible, hundred meters of knife shadow, seemingly illusory, directly towards Han Fei.

“Shit! Is this guy this crazy? ”

Han Fei also lost his temper. The first time he saw a fight, he came up with a 100-metre knife. And that knife, in fact, is nothing weaker than the sword of Jane Doe.

“Hegemony, devilishness, horror...”

Unlike swordsmen, knives are usually fierce and stiff. Just like this knife, chop it straight off and shake everyone's mind.

Han Fei gave up ten thousand knives to return to his homeland in the first place. Bleed with a blood knife, bleed with energy, and blend as much as possible into one knife. Han Fei waved the cross knife, and the 10m knife cut across the top.

“Boo ~”

The roar, beneath this waterfall, produces an array of echoes. Every sound carries a blast of air.

Above the sky, the aperture flashes.

Sky Falls, Flying Falls bent.

But he saw on the sky above the waterfall, in the rushing waves, staring at the sky, staring at the bright, sunny collision, muttering: "Good man, it's raw enough! ”