As long as he can win, what about using some means? In addition, Nianfeng was originally meant to wait for work with ease. He has a great deal of confidence in this sword. Even if he can't kill the opponent, he will at least be able to inflict heavy damage on him, and can't fight any more. By then, he will surely win.
Thinking of this, Nian Feng showed his successful smile.
"It's such a quick sword that I can't even react to my mind, not to mention the dragon people who are fighting in the field. It's so terrible. It's worthy of the title of Nian Feng. The top five monks in Nian's family, xianshengjing, are really unusual. They win with one hand."
"This sword is absolutely impossible for the dragon people to resist. It's the sword of Nian Feng. Even the strong people who rob fairyland dare not underestimate it. The dragon people are dead."
After all, they have heard too much about the power of Nian Feng.
As for Bruce Lee, the monks present don't know anything about this mysterious dragon clan. It's just a big mystery. Naturally, they don't think much about it.
Most people tend to be conservative about what they don't know, especially about the current situation, which is very common sense.
"I got it." Seeing this, Nian Feng sneered.
Soon after that, all this happened between lightning and flint. The next moment, Cheng, the sound of a sword burst out of thin air, rang through the whole Yongling Island, and hit Bruce Lee directly in the neck.
Let alone other friars, even Chen Xiao can't help but worry about Bruce Lee. However, just when everyone thinks that Bruce Lee will be badly hit by this sword, the accident happened.
As you can see, under the control of Nian Feng, the flying sword suddenly appears. After stabbing into Bruce Lee's jaw, it suddenly stops, as if it was given to the card owner.
"What's going on? My sword can't move. It's impossible. " Nian Feng's face suddenly changed, desperately pinching FA Jue, trying to summon the sword back, but failed, and was caught by Bruce Lee with his head down.
It's just that a little blood flows down Bruce Lee's neck. It's striking. It's obvious that under this sharp sword, he is still injured. However, this kind of injury is far from the expected one. It's like scratching. It doesn't hurt or itch at all.
"My sword has hit you. Why are you safe? How did you do it? It's absolutely impossible." Nian Feng was a bit out of his way for a while. He didn't know what method he was using and gave his sword to the card owner.
The more unknown things are, the more terrifying and terrifying they are.
Not only he, but also some other casual practitioners were stunned. They were staring at Bruce Lee, trying to see how all this happened.
It's a miracle that a dragon family took a sword from Jianxiu, but only slightly injured. It's incredible.
With a grim smile, Bruce Lee holds this slender and light flying sword in his hand with his left hand. He uses his secret skills to form a bloody and trapped boundary. He confines the flying sword firmly in it, and then throws it on the ground like garbage.
For a moment, Feijian was completely imprisoned on the ground, and could not move for a while. Even if Nian Feng tried his best to get Feijian to fly, Feijian was just struggling desperately. If he wanted to break through the boundary in a short time, he couldn't do it and couldn't break free.
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