Chapter 1203 [1203] It’s time to sharpen your knife
"Stay in the car and don't get out."

Ye Feng gave Feng Jianwu an instruction and hurriedly got out of the car to check.

The man was very tall and looked like a man. He was lying on the ground motionless, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive.

"Friend, are you okay?"

Ye Feng tried to ask in the island language, but got no response.

He had no choice but to walk over and turn the man over.

Under the light of the car lights, I could just about make out his face. It was a dark face, abnormally dark.

Ye Feng could tell at a glance that the man was poisoned.

"Hmm?" He stared at the man's face for a long time. The more he looked, the more familiar he felt, as if he had seen him somewhere.

I leaned in closer to observe it for a moment, and immediately remembered.

Isn’t this the man who sold him the Zhanlu Sword?

At the beginning, this man inserted the Zhanlu sword in the middle of the street and would sell the sword to whoever could pull it out.

In the end, Ye Feng successfully pulled out the arrow and paid 200 million to buy the Zhanlu Sword.

After they parted that day, he never saw this person again. He didn't expect to meet him in the island country today.

The two of them fought that day. This person could be said to be the strongest master he had ever seen in real life, and his strength was no weaker than his.

I don’t know what he went through, but he was killed so tragically.

Just from the poison he was poisoned with, it was obvious that it was a deadly poison that would kill instantly upon contact with blood.

It was a miracle that the man managed to hold on until the poison spread throughout his body before collapsing.

Without further hesitation, he quickly took out the Taixuan Divine Needle from his body.

He seldom used the Taixuan magic needle because most illnesses could be cured with silver needles.

But the middle-aged man was too deeply poisoned to use ordinary silver needles, so it was too late to treat him. He could only try the Taixuan magic needle.

Just as he had just inserted golden needles into the middle-aged man's Shenshu, Tianchi, Renzhong and other acupuncture points, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Boy, are you looking for death?"

Ye Feng looked back and saw that five people in black robes had appeared behind him.

These five people were like ghosts, appearing there without anyone noticing, exuding a strange aura.

"I just hit him with my car and wanted to see if he could be saved."

When Ye Feng saw the expressions of those people, he had probably guessed that this middle-aged man was ambushed by these people.

"You have nothing to do here, leave immediately." One of the men in black robes said coldly.

This person's voice was very hoarse, like a duck with its neck strangled, which was very uncomfortable to listen to.

"That won't do. I hit someone and naturally I have to take full responsibility. Leaving now would be considered fleeing." Ye Feng acted like a law-abiding citizen.

The man with the duck voice was a little impatient. "Go away if I tell you to. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll cut off your tongue."

Ye Feng was immediately unhappy, "How can you talk like that? You told me to get out, so I'll get out? This road belongs to you?"

"Haha, since you don't want to leave, then go to die with him."

The man with a duck voice walked towards this side while speaking.

When passing by Ye Feng, he did not stop, but suddenly a sword appeared in his hand, and a cold light flashed in the air.

The cold light flashed and disappeared, and the sword was sheathed in an instant.

The man with the duck voice did not look at his results, but walked straight towards the poisoned man.

Because he was very confident in his swordsmanship, for a strong man of his level, killing an ordinary person was as easy as killing a chicken, there was no reason for him to fail.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind him, "What was that just now? It scared me."

"Ok?"

The man with the duck voice paused and immediately looked back, only to see the reckless guy standing three steps behind him. What?

According to common sense, the knife he just used must have cut the opponent's throat, and the opponent should have become a corpse.

But now this guy is still standing there alive and well.

This made the man with the duck voice doubt his life. How could this happen? Did he just fight so hard that the angle of his sword was wrong?

Well, that must be the case.

Otherwise, how could an ordinary person possibly avoid his fatal blow?
"You're lucky, kid. Since you managed to escape with your life, get out of here right away."

The man with the duck voice glanced at Ye Feng coldly, without a trace of human warmth in his eyes.

"I don't like to hear you talk like that. What do you mean by lucky escape? Is it because your eyes are blurry?" Ye Feng started to mock without mercy.

The duck-voiced man's eyes became colder and colder, "You are so sharp-tongued, you deserve to die!"

As she spoke, she slowly walked towards him again.

"Swipe..."

A cold light suddenly appeared in his hand, and then disappeared in an instant.

The man with the duck voice didn't even look at him and turned away.

He didn't need to confirm the outcome of the battle. According to his past experience, the knife he just used had already cut the opponent's throat, and the next step would be a burst of blood...

But before he could take a step, the disgusting voice sounded again, "You should sharpen your knife. You tried to cut the neck twice but it didn't cut it off."

The man with the duck voice suddenly turned around and looked at Ye Feng with surprise and suspicion.

Based on the sword he just struck, even a strong warrior would have found it difficult to dodge, let alone an ordinary person?

Even a fool can see now that the young man in front of him is not as simple as he appears.

Damn, I was wrong.

This time, even the four people behind him noticed that there was something strange about this young man.

"Swish, brush, brush..."

The four people occupied four positions respectively and surrounded Ye Feng in the center.

"Who are you? What's your relationship with this person?" The man with the hoarse voice stared at Ye Feng, his eyes like a poisonous snake.

"Didn't I tell you just now? It's about hitting someone and being hit. Didn't you hear it? Your voice isn't working well, and your ears aren't working well either?" Ye Feng looked at him speechlessly.

"Since you don't tell the truth, then go to hell."

The man with a duck voice is decisive in his actions and can kill people if he disagrees with them.

As soon as he finished speaking, he drew out the sword in his hand again, and a murderous cold light pointed directly at Ye Feng.

The man with the duck voice was very decisive and would draw his sword and kill someone if he disagreed with something.

Moreover, his body movements were very strange. He rushed in front of Ye Feng almost in the blink of an eye, and swung the sword in his hand, aiming directly at Ye Feng's neck.

The moment Ye Feng took action, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Ninja, see you ninja again!
Judging from the movements and attacks of the man with the duck voice in front of him, his opponent's strength should be inferior to Feng Jianwu, but not too far behind.

Moreover, his moves are more tricky and brutal than Feng Jianwu's, so they should not be from the same school.

If it were any other time, he would be very interested in compensating these people for fun.

But now the middle-aged man is poisoned and his life is in danger.

If the delay is too long, even if the Golden Immortal descends to the earth, it will be of no help.

Knowing what was important, he did not hold back.

At this moment, the duck-voiced sword was less than ten centimeters away from his throat.

(End of this chapter)