final catastrophe

Chapter 407 90. Knife vs. Knife
For a moment, all eyes were on the two.

When Wu Zhonghu was running, his gray clothes were fierce, but his roaring and panting chest was as still as still water, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

No matter how painful and sad it was before.

Once the knife is drawn, it will be completely silent.

His hand was on the handle of the knife.

But what made him draw the sword was not his hand, nor his arm, nor the strength of his whole body.

Izumo's sword is a unique skill taught to him by his teacher.

When the knife comes out, what is broken is the vitality, not the body.

Therefore, it is not the hand that controls the sword, but the heart, the soul.

After more than ten years, after he realized this state, he immediately sealed the knife.

Because he didn't dare to draw a knife.

If you use a knife, you will die.

But facing the teacher, he had to go all out.

Then
Just let Tuer be presumptuous in front of you, my teacher.

Heartbeat, knife out!
That knife is nothing but ruin, only destruction.

There were tens of thousands of people present, but no one could understand the battle between the two.

It seems that they just rushed out at a very fast speed, and then they came out with knives together.

The time and angle of the knife are exactly the same, just like a master-student showdown.

It's just that the moment the two sword lights collided, the invisible wind dispersed, and within hundreds of meters around the two of them, even the tiniest life in the air was instantly extinguished.

This is a dead zone, the living cannot step into it.

However, to outsiders, there is nothing unusual, just like two random swordsmen fighting each other on the street.

Shang Huang stared blankly at this strange battle
can't read.

I really don't understand.

So who wins?
Xia Ji slowly withdrew his saber, and sighed: "Stupid apprentice."

He didn't look behind him again, but a phantom of a ghost snake suddenly appeared behind him, with its bloody mouth open, it was about to pounce on the kneeling gray-clothed swordsman.

The swordsman's face was pale, and his right hand had completely lost its vitality. Although it was still on his shoulder, the pain was even more unbearable than if it was broken.

"The teacher's back is still so far away."

Wu Zhonghu raised his head, his face was pale, and he was actually facing the phantom with a mouth full of blood.

Death comes.

My heart is extraordinarily peaceful, just like when I was a child leaning on a rock after being exhausted and looking up at the starry sky.

It was so quiet.

A smile played on his lips.

And the people who watched the battle all around obviously saw this situation.

That gray-clothed man, he faced death, actually smiled? !

The next moment, suddenly the saber energy surged and surged to the extreme.

A gray and shaggy figure sprang out from the body of Wu Zhonghu. The figure held the knife, pressed the knife, drew the knife, and drew the knife, all in one go.

The saber energy almost froze, and met the black snake's fangs.

There was a sharp sound that pierced the eardrum.

The long-haired and strange man had already stepped away, one step away, more than ten meters away. At this moment, feeling the aura of the king of beasts behind him, his smile stopped slightly, and he turned his head slowly.

In sight, the gray-clothed man's eyes were extremely peaceful, but his right hand was useless, and he no longer had a knife in his hand, but the incompleteness made his whole body burn.

There is no enthusiasm, there is only endless silence.

The smile on Xia Ji's lips was wanton, extremely strange, and he didn't even hold a knife.

He just looked up at the half-kneeling disciple and said, "Come again!"

Wu Zhonghu looked calm, "Okay!"

Two gray and shaggy figures burst out from their bodies in an instant, both holding shadows and condensed saber energy in their hands.

The two were more than ten meters apart, but their figures met instantly.

Still a knife.

The two ways were completed in one go, turning into a tit-for-tat confrontation that only one person can win.

The people who watched the battle were all dumbfounded.

This kind of fighting has completely surpassed the scope of imagination.

It was another knife that decided the outcome.

Wu Zhonghu suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood
He lost again.

Even if he comprehended the higher way of the sword on the spot, it was still too far away from that man.
In the world, how can there be such a monster?

Wu Zhonghu closed his eyes and fell back.

In the end, I saw the sword servants drawing their swords one after another, desperately attacking.

However, it was still that gray shadow, walking between the sword servants, and wherever it went, there was only destruction and stillness.

The confrontation was nothing more than lightning, but the gray shadow had almost completely suppressed it.

There were dead bodies all over the ground, and rivers of blood flowed.

But the gray shadow returned to the body of the bewitching long-haired man after a long time.

Then, the phantom of the black snake climbed out again, opened its fangs and bit the man in gray who fell to the ground.

At this moment, a flying eagle just happened to jump down, blocked between the black snake and the man in gray, and howled.

Just at this moment, Wu Zhonghu was protected by the sword servants, and then ran away desperately.

Xia Ji looked at this scene strangely.

Was that the luck body protector just now?

This disciple is also a person with luck, which he knew from the beginning, even before the reincarnation, he might be a remarkable person.

He also has no intention of continuing to pursue.

Get stronger!

That's how interesting it is!

Xia Ji mounted his horse slowly, ignoring the remaining sword servants, his hands were bloody, but he didn't care anymore.

He waved his hand, and as if nothing happened, he led six hundred demon soldiers and went away quickly.

And the job of chasing down the martial tiger and the remaining sword servants was handed over to Shang Huang's dragon patrol team.

Ten miles away.

Wu Zhonghu woke up a little bit, he just felt dizzy.

"Master of the sword, I never thought that the number one god of the sword would actually help the evildoers."

"It's in vain that we respect him so much, yet he raised his sword at us without mercy!"

"Why is that?"

A decadent voice resounded among the remaining sword servants.

At the same time, they were also shocked by the sword of the sword god, who could gather phantoms and kill thousands of people just by relying on the sword energy without leaving the sheath.

Such a method is really unheard of.

The martial tiger said weakly: "It's not my fault that the teacher is just controlled by the demon. Cough cough.
No, let's stop him! "

At this time, a sneer came from one side.

"If you want to stop the general, you have to see if there is any life."

At this time, the killers of the Dragon Patrol Group leaned out from the withered yellow vines, hundreds of them, and hundreds of rain crossbows aimed at the surrounded dozens of sword servants and martial tigers.

No more conversations.

The rain crossbow was pulled, and the arrows fell like rain, and it arrived in an instant!

Several sword servants jumped out, covering the man in gray with their bodies.

"Sword master, go!"

"Let's go!"

Wu Zhonghu would not leave, but those dozens of people were like human armor, covering their sword master with several layers inside and out.

And run to the heights.

But the mountain road narrowed, the water mist thickened, and the roar of the waterfall overwhelmed the roar of fighting.

The sword waiters usually hold the sword after being hit by the arrow, and throw it out in a way of lying on the ground and rolling, throwing their lives away and not wanting to stop it.

There are fewer and fewer people.

There is only one last person left.

He turned around and stood in front of the martial tiger. A powerful arrow pierced through his head, pierced through his eyeballs, and protruded out.

"Sword master! Live!"

Sword waiter was about to fall, but instinct and will made him take another step forward, separated his legs and stabilized his body, thus becoming a more durable meat shield.

Wu Zhonghu looked at the cliff in front of him, a silver chain was hanging upside down.

He took a deep look at everything in front of him, and then bit the tip of his tongue. The pain made his weak body move.

He let out a breath, drank violently, and threw himself into the water.

Behind him, arrows rained like rain, but they could no longer catch up with him.

He spread his hands like wings, but the wings were quickly soaked, and he was quickly sucked into the waterfall and lost consciousness.

(End of this chapter)