Chapter 922

Nader has no way. Knowing that Ling Feiyu in front of him is beyond his reach, Nader has no choice but to negotiate with him. If he is careless, he may be here today.

As for Jiang Zhufeng of the Third Bureau, he didn't think that the official people would offend Ling Feiyu in order to protect him.

Even if he is a famous God of Dharma, he can only bow his head and humiliate to seek peace now.

Nader gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Ling, we don't want to continue to be enemies with you, but Weixi must die. If he doesn't die, I can't explain."

Ling Feiyu turned his mouth and didn't look at him at all. Instead, he turned around on the two swordsmen around him, because the difference between the two swordsmen was very interesting.

A tall and strong man, Ling Feiyu's fierce eyes can see that this man is wearing a layer of soft armor under his suit. He seems to be very wary of Ling Feiyu. He probably comes here with a ready attitude.

The man next to him is thin. He should not be used to such a thin chicken in the taste of foreign devils. That is to say, China, which has been eroded by too many Bangzi trends, will like this kind of woman.

Ling Feiyu suddenly became interested. Even though the thin man was wearing soft armor, he could still see that he was very thin. Could he be a sword God?

He said casually, "if you have the ability, you can find out him and kill him. If you really have the ability, then I don't say anything. It's nothing to do with me, OK?"

The divine sense suddenly released and gathered the two sword gods behind Nader. They immediately felt a huge pressure. Ling Feiyu didn't hide his behavior completely and was very upright.

They look at each other in surprise, but Nader doesn't respond at all, because Ling Feiyu doesn't pay attention to him.

Nader felt that things had a turn for the better. The arrogant Ling Feiyu seemed to give him room to maneuver. He hastened to make a further request, "then we'll start with Weixi, and Mr. Ling can't help him, otherwise..."

Ling Feiyu looks cold, knife like eyes fall on Nader, who immediately sweat wet the whole back!

Nader immediately reflected that his tone was wrong. He was threatening Ling Feiyu! What's the difference between talking in this way in other people's territory and looking for death!

Thanks to this guy's quick reaction, he changed his words in a hurry, "otherwise... It's unfair. You can't do this kind of thing."

"What is it, bullying the weak and bullying the small?" Ling Feiyu sneered.

Nader is sweating. In his opinion, this is digging a hole for him. Don't jump into the hole.

"No, no, no, no, I mean..." he was confused. Nader, who was usually sharp and eloquent, became a fool under the pressure of Ling Feiyu.

Ling Feiyu, who was always black, laughed and made three people dumbfounded. "In this way, there's a challenge arena. You can let the two swordsmen fight. If I enjoy watching, I don't care about your own internal affairs."

Ling Feiyu out of thin air into a tall and comfortable chair, with two legs up to sit there, a look of waiting to see the play.

Nader was silly. When he came, he thought of all the possibilities, but he didn't expect this one.

The tall swordsman glared, "you are insulting us! The power we cultivate is not for you to perform! "

"Hum!"

Ling Feiyu snorted coldly. The tall swordsman's face suddenly turned morbid red. He stepped back a few steps, but he couldn't say a word.

"Good!" Nader gritted his teeth and agreed. Now even if Ling Feiyu was teasing them, he could only admit that he had to come to China to negotiate today. He had to get a result. He pointed to the challenge arena and said, "you two go up!"

"But the bishop!" The big swordsman was very angry.

Nader's eyes twinkled and he cheered coldly, "lance, shut up! Think about your responsibilities! "

Lance bowed his head. He called the skinny swordsman, "Shylock, let's go."

"Wait a minute!" Ling Feiyu raised his hand with a smile. "Although you two are very weak, they are both two sword gods. Let's let go of your big hands and feet. Don't mention the fight room. The whole hotel is gone. I have to make a rule for you."

Nader was relieved. That's what he was afraid of.

"You can only compete with moves, that is, pure physical skills. You can't make any sword Qi and light."

"What's the difference between that and acting for you?" Lance's neck is full of blue tendons. He yells at Ling Feiyu. Angry Nader stomps his feet and raises his hand to make a forbidden speech. He can't help blocking Lance's power and his mouth!

When they took out their own swords, Ling Feiyu suddenly realized that the swordsman named Shylock was not in the right shape, because he used the kind of thin sword rather than the two handed sword like Lance.

Ling Feiyu knew this thing. When he was in school, he took part in the fencing Department of the school for a while, which was also to please the so-called first love school.

The body of the sword is long and thin. From a distance, it's a cone. From a closer look, it's a triangular pyramid. It's called epee. It doesn't match the appearance. Lance's big two handed sword should be called epee.

Shua Shua!

Shylock swung the blade, and the two shadows left a big X in front of him. This little trick made Ling Feiyu nod to himself.

Only Ling Feiyu could see the way. Shylock didn't use the power of the sword God. Instead, he was like an ordinary warrior. He only used the physical skills to dance the sword. The sword flower just now was stable and ill, which could not be achieved without ten or twenty years of hard work.

Lance and Shylock nodded together, and they both acted as if they were monkeys. You come and I go, just like dancing. The two swords clattered and clattered, but they didn't touch each other for a long time.

Nader noticed Ling Feiyu's bad face and said in a loud voice, "you two bastards, be serious to me!"

Ling Feiyu yawned, "I'll add another rule. Someone must fall down, or it won't look good."

Seeing that half an hour was about to pass, Nader knew he didn't have much time and was in a hurry to jump.

Ling Xueyu and Yun Lingxue are equally bored. They knew Ling Feiyu came here to watch monkeys play tricks, so they might as well go shopping for a while. Ling Xueyu cried discontentedly, "don't worry about the dead. Even if they are, we can save them for you! Fight

Then she squeezed into Ling Feiyu's arms and rubbed around!

When!

The two handed sword collides with the thin iron bar epee. Shylock uses the guard plate of the Epee to block the case of the broadsword. They are so deadlocked that they look at Nader, who hesitates.

"I'll give you some fighting spirit. If anyone can knock down another person, he can get this bottle of pills and figure it out for himself!"

Ling Feiyu threw out a small jade bottle. He didn't even say what medicine was in the bottle. The two people on the stage immediately turned red!

The tall lance couldn't speak, but he roared. He used his broadsword to suppress Shylock. That's cruel! As if to use absolute power to cut off Shylock even with a sword.

Shylock dodged lightly, holding the sword in his right hand and retreating to the edge of the court, with his left hand behind him. The point of the sword pointed to lance, "you guy, you forget our friendship when you see good things."

Lance said grimly, "friendship? Fart friendship, you are not as interested, we all know the root, don't think I don't know what you do behind the back of your hand

"Why?" Yun Lingxue couldn't see behind Shylock from her angle. She got up and turned to the other side of the challenge arena. Then she saw that Shylock's left hand behind him was holding a 30 cm long dagger!