Chapter 687 the second knife

Hongfeng holds a pair of knives and quickly cuts into Jiang Huan, who can't change his body shape, but he doesn't see the unexpected panic in his face. Only calm and leisurely with the peak opposite.

Seeing this, Hong Feng was shocked, but he said, "pretend to be a ghost!"

"Die!"

The shadow flashed, and the two swords arrived in a blink of an eye. At this critical moment, Jiang Huan's hand suddenly held to his waist and broke the sword.

"Choking!"

The broken knife came out of its sheath.

Seeing this, Hong Feng sneered and said, "how can a person who uses a knife, who doesn't care for his Sabre so much, rust into this ghost like appearance? How can he withstand my huge blade?"

However, Jiang Huan smiled and said, "this Dao is called" punishment! "

When the words fell, the sentence of breaking the knife was directly split on the huge blade of Hongfeng.

"Sonorous!"

The sound of the iron exchange was heard. Jiang Huan felt a strong concussion from the blade to the arm.

Can not help but secretly surprised "so strong brute force."

But the next moment, click! The huge blade in Hongfeng's hand was full of cracks, and then it broke. In a short time, only the hilt was left in his hand.

"How could it be?!"

At the same time, looking at the huge blade of the poor hilt left in his hand, Hongfeng was stupid.

It's made of iron! The density of these two huge blades is not sharp, but heavy and hard at the same time.

Ordinary weapons are hard to destroy. What's more, Jiang Huan's rusty kitchen knife is not as good as his. How could he break my huge blade!

Others are also very surprised at this scene. After all, Jiang Huan's knife is really ugly.

But in the crowd of Mo Zhen and Hao Tong two people are looking at each other a smile, stomach Fei way.

"It's the shabby rusty blade that can discard the wide spiritual tools in one stroke, so it's no big deal."

When Hong Zhenyi saw that his treasured weapon had been destroyed by Jiang Huan, she was worried about Jiang Huan's safety. At this time, her heart was burning with anger. She thought that if he was not killed by her father, she would have to chop her head!

Here, Jiang Huan doesn't give Hong Feng any time to be surprised. He breaks his huge blade with one knife, and directly cuts the face of Hong Feng with the punishment of breaking the knife.

Feeling the sudden chill of the attack on his head, Hong Feng immediately returned to his senses, and then the only remaining huge blade in his left hand swept to Jiang Huan to resist him.

However, Jiang Huan smiled, smiling brilliantly.

"I, too, have a second knife."

When the voice fell, Jiang Huan's left palm flashed suddenly, and a long and thin knife with black sheath and purple thread appeared in his hand.

At the same time, the handle of the long knife is "clang!" With a sound, pull out the knife quickly!

The cold light flickers. It's easy to know that it's not ordinary.

Jiang Huan said with a smile, "this Dao is called begging spirit!"

"Shua!"

When the wind broke, Jiang Huan in the front half of his body turned into a cold wind shadow. He rushed through the body of Hong Feng and then flashed behind him.

Come on, it's just one word, come on!

Standing behind the flood peak, Jiang Huan gasped for breath. He held a begging knife across his eyes and looked at it carefully.

The glittering blue light on the blade is so weak, but it sends out a chilling chill and stabs into the bone marrow.

Jiang Huan said in secret, "the people of the Dongmeng empire are not so good, but the craftsmanship of the casting tool is still first-class. This Dongmeng Dao, which was captured from the three envoys of the Dongmeng Empire, is light and sharp enough!"