Super Star Martial Arts

"hehe……"

Xiong Zhigang sneered lightly.

Without too many words, he took action again.

I have to admit that this person's battlefield discipline has indeed reached an astonishing level.

No nonsense.

No taunting.

Every time he takes action directly.

He sped up his movement speed, and the cyan star power formed a whirlwind-like cyclone around him, making him seem to be flying close to the ground.

But Li Xiaofei still stood still.

He was holding the knife and his eyes were clear.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer.

Thirty meters...

Fifteen meters...

Ten meters...

Three meters!

Just when Xiong Zhigang was about to enter the two-meter range, Li Xiaofei moved.

His figure seemed to be swaying slightly in place.

Xiong Zhigang's hand was like a magic knife and he pierced Li Xiaofei's chest.

But the feeling of touching the real thing with my fingertips did not come as expected.

"not good."

Xiong Zhigang immediately realized something was wrong.

Afterimage.

What he hit was an afterimage.

His combat experience and reaction speed are not bad.

Almost as soon as this idea came to his mind, he immediately accelerated his speed and rushed forward, desperate to leave the battle circle.

This is undoubtedly the wisest choice.

And Xiong Zhigang also distanced himself as he wished.

After rushing ten meters, he turned around immediately.

opposite.

Li Xiaofei still stood in his original position.

But the rusty kitchen knife he held in his hand had a faint hint of red.

Snap.

Fresh blood dripped down the rough spine of the knife onto the dusty stone road.

"you……"

Xiong Zhigang wanted to speak, but suddenly found it extremely difficult to breathe and pronounce.

A touch of coolness appeared on the neck.

He raised his hand subconsciously.

Hands full of blood.

The throat had been cut open at some point.