Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

As the wind from the martial arts arena swept across his hair, carrying the sword energy, the handsome young man's fingertips were still stained with the dust raised when he had just avoided Cao Yuwei's horizontal slash.

She lowered her eyes to look at the deep knife scar on the tip of her shoe.

The tip of my ear twitched slightly—a sound of inhalation like the friction of metal came from behind me.

"Interesting." Cao Yuwei's voice was filled with surprise.

He loosened and clenched his hand around the knife, his knuckles leaving bluish-white marks on the black iron blade.

He had used 70% of his strength in the "Cloud Breaking Slash" just now. When the blade swept across the beautiful young lady's waist, it even ruffled the hem of her skirt.

But at the moment when the blade was about to touch her, the woman took a half step sideways at an almost unreasonable angle.

The slash that he had accumulated for three breaths of time actually failed.

The handsome young man raised his eyes and glanced at Cao Yuwei's tense jawline.

This young prince of Zhenbei Palace is used to using his power to oppress others.

In the previous few competitions, his opponents often lost their composure the moment he unleashed his sword.

But at this moment, his brows were slightly furrowed.

A thin layer of sweat seeped out of the palm where the scabbard was buckled.

He obviously didn't expect that someone could accurately capture the trajectory of his attack before his sword was formed.

"Come again." Cao Yuwei shouted softly, and the black iron knife came out of the sheath three inches with a "hum".

The blade reflected the sunlight, and there were dark red lines running along the spine of the blade, like a living thing soaked in blood.

The beautiful young lady's pupils shrank slightly, and she smelled a faint smell of rust - this knife must have been a fierce weapon raised by drinking the blood of hundreds of people.

When the sword flashed, the air in the training ground was split open.

Cao Yuwei did not hold back this time, the man followed the knife, and the knife took advantage of the man's momentum.

The whole person turned into a golden-red stream of light, and the sword intent was like a real strong wind that blew the beautiful young man's hair into a mess.

She could clearly sense the murderous intent contained in the sword energy: three ways to block the throat,

The lower three legs were broken, and the sharpest edge in the middle went straight to her heart - this was a fatal move that was going to kill her.

"What a cruel knife." The handsome young man smiled faintly and pressed lightly the jade pendant on his waist with his fingertips.

The jade plate engraved with a phoenix pattern suddenly glowed with silver light, and twelve translucent feathers flew out from the plate, weaving a semicircular light shield around her.

The moment Cao Yuwei's blade hit the light shield, the handsome young man touched the ground with his toes.

The whole person was like a dandelion blown by the wind, floating three feet backward along the gap of the knife.

"The mysterious circle of heaven?" Cao Yuwei's knife drew a semi-arc in the air and forcibly stopped its momentum.

He stared at the silver light that was still lingering around the handsome young man.

Adam's apple rolling - this is a body movement that only the core disciples of Tianji Pavilion can practice.

With the help of the vital energy of heaven and earth, it can complete short-distance teleportation in between attacks.

But just now, she even suppressed the fluctuations of her vitality completely.

If his sword intent had not locked onto the target, he would almost think that she had disappeared out of thin air.

When the handsome young man landed on the ground, his skirt fluttered lightly, and the twelve heavenly feathers re-entered the jade token.

Only a circle of light silver was left on her wrist.

She looked at Cao Yuwei, who was breathing slightly across from her, and suddenly tilted her head and smiled: "The prince's sword is a good sword, but isn't it tiring to always rush into battle like this?"

This sentence was like a fine needle, accurately piercing Cao Yuwei's nerves.

From childhood to adulthood, every time he fought with others, he always relied on the unstoppable force of his sword to suffocate his opponents.

But the woman in front of him was like a slippery piece of jade. No matter how strong his knife was, he could only make some shallow marks around her.

What made him even more frustrated was that the handsome young man stood within five feet of the spot from beginning to end.

It seemed like he was passively dodging, but in fact, every step was consuming his physical strength - after all, he was the one swinging the knife.

He was the one who exerted the strength, while she only needed to use her brain and hands.

"You want to wear me out?" Cao Yuwei said while gritting his teeth, veins on his forehead twitching.

He could feel the internal energy circulating at a high speed, and the two slashes just now had used up nearly half of his internal energy.

The handsome young man was calm and composed, even the hair on his temples was not messed up, and it was obvious that he still had a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

"What does the prince say?" The handsome young man tilted his head, his eyes slightly raised.

Her fingertips gently stroked the jade pendant on her waist, and this action caught Cao Yuwei's attention.

Like a hammer that kept hitting his nerves—he suddenly realized,

The woman had no intention of fighting head-on from the beginning. All her dodging was to observe his sword movements and test his bottom line.

"it is good!

Very good!" Cao Yuwei suddenly laughed, with a hint of madness in his laughter.

He thrust the black iron knife into the ground with his backhand and formed a strange hand seal with his hands.

The air in the martial arts arena suddenly became scorching hot.

The handsome young man smelled a burnt smell - that was the smell of the skin on Cao Yuwei's palm being burned by the seal.

"You want to activate 'Blood Soul'?" The handsome young man's smile finally faded.

She had seen this forbidden technique before. It used one's own essence and blood as a guide to triple combat power in a short period of time, but the price was that one had to lie down for at least three months afterwards.

But Cao Yuwei is only twenty years old, how could he...

"Don't you want to waste time?" Cao Yuwei raised his head, his eyes had turned golden red.

His black iron knife suddenly let out a sharp scream, and the dark red lines on the blade all came alive.

Like countless little snakes, they crawled into his arms.

"Then let's see, which is faster, your Tianji Feather or my knife..."

He whipped out his knife, the light of the knife three times brighter than before, "Quick!"

For the first time, the handsome young man's breathing became disordered.

She could sense a dangerous aura in the air, and it was no ordinary sword energy.

But it was a bloody blade mixed with murderous aura.

If this knife really came down, not to mention Tianji Ling, even if she teleported three more times, she might not be able to completely avoid it.

"Beautiful girl!" A shout suddenly came from outside the field.

The beautiful young man and Cao Yuwei turned their heads at the same time.

At the entrance of the martial arts arena, Lin Qiye was holding a celadon teacup.

He tapped the door frame with his fingertips. "The city lord said there will be a guest at 15:30, so he asked you to go to the front hall and wait."

He glanced at the tense atmosphere in the room and added, "The guest brought a box of newly acquired Yunwu tea and said he wanted to invite you to try it."

The handsome young man's eyes lit up.

She bowed to Cao Yuwei, her tone apologetic: "I'm sorry, my lord. I'm afraid we'll have to fight this fight another day."

Without waiting for Cao Yuwei's reaction, she lifted her skirt and walked out of the venue.

When passing by Lin Qiye, he quietly poked his waist - the latter quietly stepped aside.

It just happened to block Cao Yuwei's way of chasing.

Cao Yuwei's hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

He watched the handsome young man's back disappear around the corner, then looked down at his own eyes which had not yet faded in golden red, and suddenly raised his head and laughed.

The laughter made the copper bells on the eaves of the martial arts arena ring violently, and scared away a few passing sparrows.

"What a handsome young man." He murmured to himself, his fingertips gently stroking the blade.

"I, Cao Yuwei, will never let you go in this fight."

At this time in the front hall, Wu Hen was holding the teacup and chuckling.

He looked out the window at the figures passing by.

He said to Xiao Si, who was serving tea, "Go tell Lin Qiye."

"Tell him not to push the other person too far—that Prince Cao's forbidden blood soul technique is no joke."

Xiao Si responded and was about to leave, but Wu Hen added, "Prepare two more jars of twenty-year-old daughter's red wine, waiting for the beautiful girl to come back..."

He narrowed his eyes.

"Just say I want to hear her tell me how she made the Prince of Zhenbei's knife wield like a rattle."