Under One Person: Inheriting the Soul of the Sword, Luo Tian Dajiao at the beginning

Revealing endless greed, whispering softly in his mouth:

"Yes, that's the feeling. Sure enough, he and I are the same kind of person. It's great. This is even more evil and stronger than my kung fu. If I want to get it, I must get it!"...

No one heard what he said, because the wind was too strong to draw attention to him.

The light faded.

The wind stopped, the coolness continued.

The pale moonlight shone on everyone, and everything was covered with a layer of whiteness.

Only the knife in Lin Xiu's hand didn't have any white light attached to it.

The wailing sound that penetrated into the bone marrow emanated from the knife.

The pitch-black knife slashed through thin streaks of blue light.

Above Lin Xiu holding the knife floated the name of the demon knife——

Black Knife·Dark Moon

As soon as the knife came out, the person who reacted the most was a certain person in the upper root device.

He felt the seven wailing souls inside him terrified.

This is a knife on the road to hell.

He is both pain and longing!

Longing for everything Lin Xiu has!

And Zhuge Qing who was in front of Lin Xiu couldn't walk, he couldn't move a step.

"Li Zi... Chi Lian."

Zhuge Qing raised his arm with all his strength, but no sparks appeared.

The fiery snake did not appear in front of his eyes.

Gen word·earth waterfall!

Kanzi Water Bomb!

Duizi · Black Glass!

Zhuge Qing no longer cared where he stood.

Moves were used one by one, but there was no response at all.

At this moment, he was like a mortal who couldn't be more ordinary, any spells would be invalid.

The more Lin Xiu leaned towards him, the more trembling her heart became.

"I can't wait for him to get close, I must go first, move, move quickly!"

Zhuge Qing's words can only be heard clearly by himself, and to others, his mouth is screaming in abababa.

His tongue could no longer make the sound he wanted.

Now Zhuge Qing is not afraid of Lin Xiu.

It was the knife in his hand.

The knife was a final warning to his soul.

Warn him if he dares to move.

dead.

"This distance, yes, Bajiquan will definitely hit him! Move quickly."

Zhuge Qing almost begged himself not to hang his hands down, but to lift them up and fight.

Only by moving can there be hope of living, and the result of standing here can only be death.

But he couldn't do anything, he could only watch Lin Xiu come to him.

The demon knife was lifted gently.

Put it on Zhuge Qing's neck.

puff.

Zhuge Qing finally couldn't support his feet and knelt down.

The coolness from the neck followed the skin, penetrated into his body bit by bit, penetrated into the flesh, and climbed up along the bone marrow.

up to his brain.

The fragile brain seemed to shudder, and Zhuge Qing seemed to be about to become demented.

Also at this moment.

The frightening cold suddenly disappeared.

Lin Xiu had no weapons in her hands.

Zhuge Qing couldn't even take a big breath, kneeling on the ground, holding his head in his hands, trying to warm his brain with his hands.

No one could go over and help him keep warm.

Even the king can't do it.

Because even the king himself was paralyzed on the ground, and his pupils were shocked to witness everything happening.

There is not one man who can stand, not one whose soul does not tremble.

This is no longer a question of strength.

It was simply a natural suppression. Even if the knife was stuck in the ground, no one would dare to pull it out.

Lin Xiu turned and left.

The black knife and dark moon disappeared, and the whole night was more silent than before, even the wind and grass, and even the cicadas disappeared.

The ears seem to have entered the void, only a little bit of tinnitus brought by themselves.

"wait wait wait."

Zhuge Qing resisted the severe pain in his brain and opened his mouth.

Now he can't even stand up, let alone look up at Lin Xiu.

Even so, he tried his best to ask:

"I know that in front of you, I'm even worse than trash."

"But in Yiren, I am the number one genius of Wuhou Sect!"

Zhuge Qing gritted his teeth and almost shouted:

"Am I qualified to see the world that can never be touched?"

"What does it look like!".

Chapter 110 Two

"Oh, yes."

Lin Xiu really did not expect this.

When he got the Black Knife Dark Moon, Lin Xiu had tried his best to restrain the curse it emitted.

This knife is full of curse power, even if Lin Xiu holds it in his hand, he can feel the sound of wailing.

There are countless souls in the endless reincarnation in pain, there is no way to escape from it, and they begin to curse everyone it hurts.

It seems that in this way, he can share the pain with it.

It is not like being cast by a highly skilled blacksmith, but more like it was conceived and nurtured with thousands of lives.

So Lin Xiu wanted to control Zhuge Qing's approach to collapse and withdraw his sword.

It's just that I didn't expect Zhuge Qing to be so resistant. I even walked up to him and could still stand.

Wang Ye, who was far away, and the group of high-end weapons had already collapsed on the ground. How could he, an ordinary genius, be so resistant.

In the past, Zhuge Qing gave Lin Xiu the impression that, like Lu Jin, he was a measure of combat power.

Only those who can beat him are eligible to be a small elite monster in the following plots.

So Lin Xiu actually didn't like him too much, but tonight she changed her view of him again.

It is precisely because of this that Lin Xiu wants to try to see where his limit is.

When the knife rested on his neck, he saw Zhuge Qing kneeling on the ground as if his soul had been devoured.

Only then hastily put away the black knife.

Fortunately, he was not tortured to death.

I thought that what I did was too much, Zhuge Qing must not have the courage to stay in Biyou Village, and go back to be his first genius of Marquis Wu.

This is what Lin Xiu least expected.

He could still speak.

With a firm tone and such a strong desire for the unknown, Zhuge Qing decided that this was his opportunity, and he grasped it.

As Lin Xiu returned to the house, this 'discussion' ended here.

Wang Ye was the first to stand up, and almost crawled to Zhuge Qing's side, holding him in his arms for inspection.

Except for the minor injury caused by the dislocated arm and being rudely reattached, there was no other trauma.

The internal injury didn't hurt the slightest meridians.

But Zhuge Qing still felt the pain, and every part of his body was shaking.

"You have to rely on yourself for this mental trauma. I told you not to pretend like that, and asked others to draw knives. If there were only people like you in the Wuhou faction, they would have disappeared long ago."

Wang Yena hates iron but not steel. What he pays attention to is freedom, and the truth is only plain and ordinary.

So when I saw Zhuge Qing working so hard, I just thought he was stupid and didn't see through these trivial matters.