"Zi——" The blade suddenly passed through the mouth of the scabbard, and sparks burst out because of the speed too fast. The black-clothed warrior Yamuza galloped like a cheetah, and in an instant he approached Fang Yan's front.

"Draw the sword and slash!"

A cold light suddenly appeared, reflecting Yamuza's cold eyes.

"Swish--" White light flashed, Yamuza suddenly stopped, his right hand holding the sword had reached behind him, and a hint of horror flashed in his eyes: "Impossible, how could you avoid this move?!"

"Ionia Fencing Academy, Drawing the Sword?" Fang Yan stood a few meters away from the right side of Yamuza. A look of shock and doubt flashed in Fang Yan's eyes.

When he heard the words "Ionia Fencing Academy", a hint of shame flashed in Yamuza's eyes, but he was soon overwhelmed by him, staring at Fang Yan with bright eyes: "How did you avoid my move just now?"

Fang Yan said lightly: "I have displacement."

"What?" Yamuza was shocked.

Displacement skills are not unusual among the strong, but they are almost extinct in the circle of lower-level warriors. The reason is that they are naturally too profound and most people do not have enough talent to learn it. Even if there are a few talented warriors, most of them do not have the guidance of teachers who understand displacement skills, so they naturally cannot learn it.

As for self-created displacement skills? Just kidding, creating any skill is particularly difficult, not to mention that it is almost one of the most difficult displacement skills among skills. Even the most difficult and widely circulated propelling skills require the unique way to mobilize every muscle in the body and use the power of the ground or other external objects to successfully use it. How can ordinary people do it?

Fang Yan, who had long heard a detailed theory of displacement skills from Wuji Sword Saint, has long been the case forging career that has made him more control over his own strength than ordinary people. Even so, he only felt that he had learned the simplest displacement skill not long ago. In the eyes of those real strong men, Fang Yan's current displacement skills are simply not on the table.

However, even such the simplest displacement skill is enough to cause a sensation like a earthquake in the lower warrior circle. Now Yamuza's eyes looked at Fang Yan were full of jealousy. If he could learn a displacement skill, even the simplest, and cooperate with his unique trick "Sword Drawing" and his combat power could be increased by more than one level.

The only pity is that Fang Yan is not interested in fighting by nature and has not learned any strong attack skills. Even if he can move, he cannot pose a direct threat to Yamuza. After all, his displacement only bursts out at an astonishing speed and flashes not far away. The moving trajectory can be seen clearly with Yamuza's eyes, so it cannot play a role in sneak attack. Instead, it will lose a lot of his physical strength in vain.

He quickly calculated the advantages and disadvantages of both the enemy and us. Fang Yan looked at Yamuza calmly and tightened the axe he borrowed from Uncle Jack among the villagers before holding it in his hand. This axe was cast by himself yesterday.

Yamuza was not in a hurry to do it at this time. He was thinking about how to learn this displacement skill from Fang Yan. He was proud of his talent. He was absolutely enough. Coercion, temptation, or playing emotional cards?

However, Fang Yan didn't know what Yamuza was thinking at this time, and did not give Yamuza time to carefully calculate it. He jumped up with an axe and fought with Yamuza.

Since you already know that the opponent is a disciple of the sword drawing stream, Fang Yan will naturally adopt a targeted strategy. The most terrifying killer move of the sword drawing stream is the moment when the sword drawing is drawn. The friction between the blade and the scabbard instantly erupts an attack that is far beyond his own strength and speed, and strikes the enemy unexpectedly, with the emphasis on "killing with one blow".

Now, since Yamuza's most terrifying first strike has been flashed by Fang Yan, even if he retracts the knife again and continues to use "Sword Drawing Slash" it will not play an unexpected role, and its power will naturally decrease. What Fang Yan has to do now is to force him to continue fighting with Yamuza, forcing him to use relatively weaker ordinary sword skills to fight against himself.

Fang Yan quickly danced the axe in his hand, showing a huge momentum of opening and closing, constantly attacking Yamuza, looking aggressive, and seemed to have gained the upper hand on the scene for a moment.

Yamuza moved his steps flexibly to dodge, while waving the knife in his hand to resist Fang Yan's attack again and again. He said with a somewhat ugly face: "Hmph, the displacement skill, it's better to knock him down first and then slowly find a way to get it over."

"Drink!" With an angry shout, Yamuza temporarily threw the distracting thoughts in her heart aside, immersed herself in this battle, and soon gained the upper hand, forcing Fang Yan to the point where she could only resist. After all, there was a considerable gap in strength between the two.

Fang Yan gritted his teeth and desperately resisted Yamuza's attack, while focusing on finding opportunities for counterattack again and again. Fang Yan's entire spirit was immersed in this battle, and even he himself did not notice it. A red light began to flash in his eyes. The speed of the axe dancing in his hand was slowly accelerating, and the trajectory of his steps became more and more agile.

In the wide field, two figures flashed and moved, constantly interlacing, and the crisp sound of metal and iron fighting was heard from time to time. On both sides, the two groups of people with clear distinctions were closely focused on the two people fighting fiercely in the center of the field.

"What's going on? Why do I think his power is getting stronger and faster? Is it an illusion?" With a clear upper hand, Yamuza's face looked a little ugly. The idea of ​​taking Fang Yan quickly turned into a bubble, and this battle will turn into a protracted battle.

"Hu, Hu" Although Fang Yan on the other side was being pressed and his breathing became rapid, the light in his eyes became more and more powerful, and a scarlet flashed from time to time. At this moment, Fang Yan felt that power was constantly emerging from the whole body, and this power was burning like a flame, his blood was boiling, and his soul was roaring.

"Ah——" Fang Yan suddenly let out a long roar, and a red light appeared in his eyes, dyeing the eyeball into a strange red color, and a sense of pleasure that seemed to come from the soul wrapped his whole body. Yamuza suddenly felt uneasy in his heart, and he moved his feet and stepped backwards, placing the knife in front of him and looking at Fang Yan vigilantly.

"Strength, this power...is this the true face of that power!" Fang Yan hung a strange smile on his lips, raised his head and enjoyed it intoxicatingly. The tip of his red tongue passed between his lips, and the red light in his eyes became even stronger.

On both sides of the venue, everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Yan, who was standing there bathing in the sun, and a burst of uneasiness surged in his heart, as if facing the predators standing on the top of the food chain.

"What monster is he..." A drop of cold sweat flowed down Yamu's temples. He subconsciously took a step back, and the knife in front of him was holding it tighter.

"Come on the fight!" Fang Yan laughed loudly, with a red light blooming in his eyes and looked at Yamuza, subconsciously licking the corner of his mouth. His body arched slightly, and his right foot stepped hard on the ground. His figure instantly changed to appear in front of Yamuza, and the axe in his hand was raised up and high.

"Ha——" There was an excited smile on the corner of his mouth. In the slightly stunned gaze of Yamuza, Fang Yan roared and waved his axe and slashed it straight down. The fierce wind stinged Yamuza's cheek.

"Can't hide!" This was the only thought in Yamuza's heart. Just before the axe was about to slash him, Yamuza snorted coldly, with a tense face raised the knife in her hand, and blocked the path that the axe would slash.

"Crack!" "Crack!" A tingling metal sound rang out.

The wind blows gently.

Yamuza looked at Fang Yan with a dull face. In his hands, there were half of the wreckage of the samurai sword. On the ground, countless tiny fragments of the blade were scattered.

In front of him, Fang Yan slowly stood up straight, raised the axe in his hand, and had a satisfied smile on his face.

"I... lost." Yamuza moved his lips bitterly.

Fang Yan's face was still smiling, and the red light in his eyes suddenly disappeared and returned to its original black. Yamuza looked up in confusion, but saw Fang Yan's eyes slowly losing focus, but his body was still standing straight there.

"Can you..." Yamuza frowned, threw away the remains of the knife in her hand, and reached out to touch Fang Yan carefully. The moment Yamuza's fingertips touched Fang Yan, Fang Yan's body leaned back and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Fang Yan was already in a coma at this moment. This was the sequelae of his use of that kind of power, and to be precise, it was just one of the sequelae.

The moment Fang Yan fell down, Lolita in the distance screamed, and ran towards him desperately regardless of the pain left on her arms. Seeing the boy who saved them fall down, the villagers of Fengmeng Village also rushed here. They had the worry of each other Fang Yan on their faces, but more of the ease of the disaster passing.

Yamuza stood quietly, looking at Fang Yan lying on the ground silently, with a complicated look flashing in his eyes.

"I really lost this battle." Clevering his fists tightly, Yamuza said in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself.

"According to the warrior's code, I should now have the greatest respect for you, and then leave here..." Yamuza gritted her teeth tightly, and a painful struggle appeared on her face, and then became firm.

"Since I have fallen into the vortex of darkness, I am struggling in the cruelest world... What qualifications do I have to maintain my aloofness?"

A touch of self-deprecation hung on the corner of his mouth, Yamuza raised his head slightly and shouted loudly: "All members of the 9th Group of the Black Cross Charity Relief Society obeyed the order!"

"Yes!" The voice was neat and murderous.

"Take him away!" Gu Jing Wubo on Yamuza's face looked particularly calm. She looked down at Fang Yan, who was lying on the ground and fell into a coma. Yamuza's lips moved slightly and spit out a series of words that he couldn't even hear clearly: "When I learn the displacement skills, I will definitely let you go."

Hearing the order from Yamuza, the people in Fengmiao Village were shocked and rushed toward Fang Yan, cursing with panic and anger on their faces.

"A treacherous villain!"

"mean!"

"Down with them!"

Ignoring all the scolding, Yamuza walked to Fang Yan and lifted him up and carried him on his shoulders, without looking at the people of Fengmiao Village. Around him, the Black Cross surrounded Yamuza and protected him in the center, lifting the weapon in his hand and pointing at the people of Fengmiao Village who were coming.

The villagers of Fengmill Village kept cursing, but they stopped in the face of many weapons that were flashing with cold light. Even Lolita was tightly held by his grandfather and several villagers.

"Let's go." Carrying Fang Yan's body on his shoulder, Yamuza ordered lightly, turning around and leaving the village entrance. Behind him, the weapons in the hands of the Black Cross were aimed at the villagers, standing there steadily forcing the villagers of Fengmiao Village to act rashly.

Lolita kept crying, and her struggle was getting stronger and stronger, but she could not break free from the constraints of several adults. Yamuza carried Fang Yan and walked slowly, his steps became stronger and stronger, and his figure became farther and farther away.

Suddenly, the wind rose.

"Maybe benevolence, righteousness and morality are also a luxury?" A strange voice came from Yamuza's ear.
Chapter completed!