final catastrophe

Chapter 163 116. You are not as good as him
the other side.

Baili sand field.

The robbers backed away in fear, instead of chasing the two short girls who had reached the end and the child they were holding.

Someone threw the weapon on the ground, and then they all knelt down and kowtowed to the man sitting cross-legged between the two trees in front of him.

The man was wearing a black cloak, covering his face from the light.

It's just that there is a knife on his knee, the blade is straight, double-edged, like a sword, only on the blade is a huge half-moon arc exposed, like a knife.

The sword patterns are stacked and forged, not waves or flames, but a strange hexagonal texture of snowflakes. The higher you go, the denser the texture is, and when you reach the tip of the half-moon, it is densely packed, like thousands of snowflakes piled on top of each other. Together.

Covered together, it may be empty, or it may be full of dead bodies.

This knife is extremely famous.

Name: Snow Fen.

Sword master: Daxueshan is the master, and he is also the well-deserved number one among the nine bandits. His sword is second to none.

There has been no snow mountain for decades, yet he will appear here today.

Not only was he here, but he was also sitting on Ren Qingying's path.

And Ren Qingying never liked being blocked.

Unless that person is the man she likes.

Therefore, her voice was cold: "The head of the family, what do you want?"

Dao Buer didn't move his body, his sword didn't move, he just said: "You all step back."

Those bandits dared not stay any longer, they hurriedly turned and left.

His words are imperial edicts, more effective than anyone else.

The group of thieves retreated in a hurry like a tide, leaving the open space in an instant, leaving Ren Qingying to stand firm.

However, Ren Wuyue and a group of disciples from the Yue Department scattered in all directions, slowly taking positions with each other in a strange formation.

space.

The sky is soft.

But Ren Qingying could no longer enter.

Dao Buer lifted the hood, revealing a handsome and indifferent face, young but cold, sharp edges and corners but never giving people a sense of masculinity.

"How can you be so young?" Ren Qingying said in shock. The reason why she has a permanent face is because of the true energy of Taiyin and the blood bath recorded in the secret book of the magic gate.

But the sword is not second, but he is basically an old man with white eyebrows, white beard and white hair.

If it is not the intention of the sword, it cannot be faked.

Ren Qingying suspected that this person was a direct disciple of Dao Buer.

"The general trend of the world is divided and united, and the changes of dynasties in the past are all under the control of the underworld, so that child, the leader can no longer pursue him." Dao Buer said calmly.

Shame? ?
Ren Qingying stood still, her red gauze was quietly burning in the wind.

Dao Buer continued: "Of course, I'm here to give you a chance."

Chance? ?
Ren Qingying still stood still, but the corners of her lips were slightly raised.

Dao Buer didn't seem to notice it, and said: "The lord likes women like you, so if you join Yincao, not only can you keep your face forever, but you can also get more."

The corners of Ren Qingying's lips were already upturned.

"Of course, it would be a pity if he was ignorant of current affairs. After all, when that child grows up and sweeps the world, there is no need for legends from the old era to exist.

Just like the great emperor who created the Yongye Era many years ago. "

When he said the last sentence, Dao Buer seemed to sigh faintly, which was the feeling of awakening some kind of dusty memory.

"You are not the same." Ren Qingying smiled.

"Oh?" Dao Buer laughed in astonishment.

He asked back: "The saber intent on my body, the snow on my knees, and the fact that I am sitting here, can't it prove that I am me?"

Ren Qingying sneered, and said lightly: "Your sword intent is true, Xue Fen is true, and you are sitting here."

Dao Buer asked: "Then why am I not me?"

Ren Qingying shook her head, and slowly took a step forward.

And this step made Daobuer's hand protrude half a foot toward the hilt.

The leader of the Demon Cult, who roamed the rivers and lakes with bloody hands, suddenly laughed wildly. Her figure flickered, like a flame that flickered and flickered.

When she reappeared, it was a raging fire falling from the sky, and in the center of the fire was not the flame heart, but a hand as cold as an abyss, carrying the true energy of the sun that froze everything.

And Pro!

But the speed of the sword is also extremely fast.

Xue Fen turned upside down, with endless coldness, facing the same severe cold.

Karakala.
There was the sound of ice and snow squeezing and crushing in the air.

Ren Qingying jumped back, falling like a fairy in red.

"It seems that the Lord is going to be disappointed." Dao Buer threw away the scabbard, then stood up, and his momentum rose sharply.

Ren Qingying laughed even louder. She looked at the young, handsome, sharp-edged, and very tasteful swordsman in front of her, but she showed disdain, "The master I know will never be willing to be someone else's dog." .”

The leader of the Black Wood Sect quietly said the answer.

At the same time, she couldn't help thinking of Xia Ji.

It seems that when she encounters someone with a knife, she can't help but compare it with that man.

Soon, she came up with the answer: "You are not as good as him."

"Him?" Dao Buer was full of curiosity about the words of this woman who was as famous as himself and was once listed as a legend, so he was not in a hurry to do it, but listened patiently.

"'Da Tian Dao' Xia Ji?" Soon, he came to his senses.

Immediately, Daobuer couldn't help laughing: "Women are really blind, no matter what level they are, whether they have power or not, it's the same.

The him you mentioned is just a young man in his twenties and you, if you are at your real age, you can be his grandmother, right?

However, you are still obsessed with him, and even feel that I am not as good as him.

It's ridiculous. "

When he said the word "ridiculous", he drew his sword with a strong sword intent, the pattern of the sword bears snow, and the sky is cold, but his heart is hot.

The knife is cold, but the heart is burning.

This is his sword intent.

This knife was also his official knife attack, and if he formally made a knife attack, he would never make two knife attacks.

Because, no matter who it is, one knife is enough.

Naturally, Ren Qingying will not back down, she will gain a breath of pure yang, and make the Taiyin abnormal energy go further. She is already the top master in today's arena, even if she fights with Meng Laodao, she may not be defeated.

Therefore, she has a pair of red sleeves, pouring wind like a lamp, during which the three thousand cold winds are full of freezing hell.

She will not be careless, but she will not be afraid.

Putting two fingers together is a miraculous skill recorded in the Secret Code of the Demon Sect: Double lotus and no dream fingering.

One finger is born, one finger is destroyed.

Endless Taiyin True Qi gathers with two fingers, and shoots out like frenzied electricity.

Once you point it out, there will be no dreams from now on.

Point to the knife!

The Wumeng finger of Taiyin Qi is the only knife that is indistinguishable from the knife.

Ice and snow in flames, to flames in ice and snow.

For a moment, the mighty aura caused ripples in the surroundings, and even the night trembled.

boom!
After a huge and sharp bang.

Ren Qingying stepped back a few steps, her face was a little pale, she took a deep breath, stopped her backward steps, and smiled instead of being surprised: "You have already made your first cut, and I blocked it."

Dao Buer also laughed, he shook his head and said: "It seems that Ren Jiaozhu still hasn't understood what Yincao is, and what it means for me to be young.

In the past, the reason why I didn't make a second cut was to save energy, because every cut would bring me closer to death.

But now, I can spend as much as I want. "

His footsteps became faster and faster, like a torrential rain falling on the ground, and like dense drumbeats, and the light of the saber in his waist was accumulating again, with the same cold light, the same icy coldness, and he slashed again!

(End of this chapter)