Naturally, the dagger could not disappear out of thin air. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Luo Changfeng consulted the power of the ninefold space of the mountains and rivers of the Seeth, and he could take things in the air during the entrance examination of the Sichuan Zimen of Bodhi Academy, ignoring the spatial distance, in fact, it was only the tip of the iceberg of the realm of mountains and rivers.

For example, this dagger that pierced the black-clothed man of the Yizi disciple could penetrate the infernal distance within a distance of more than ten meters, as if Luo Changfeng was holding a dagger and simply stabbed it in front of him, and the spatial distance of more than ten meters suddenly shrank into an inch in this simple action and then directly stabbed into the throat of others.

This kind of infernal supernatural power between the two realms within a short distance is also the extraordinary thing that the realm of mountains and rivers has bestowed on him.

The black-clothed killer of Yizimen, who was proficient in the formation, clutched his throat with both hands, but he couldn't stop the surge of blood, and he couldn't see the painful face, only to see a pair of eyes bulging out with unwillingness and horror, and then his body stiffened and fell to the ground.

Soon a pool of blood was around his body.

After the dagger pierced the throat of a man in black, its speed and sharpness still showed no signs of being weakened, but instead sliced through a curtain of rain curtains at an extremely fast speed, stabbing straight at the leader of the black-clothed killers.

The black-clothed killer leader's eyes were still indifferent, and the tragic death of his subordinates could not shake him by half a point.

Seeing a cold dagger piercing through, the shadow rapidly enlarged in his eyes, he had no intention of dodging.

Because the knife in his hand was in front of his eyes.

The dagger collided with the blade and sparkled sparkling, which was swept away by the rain, and the dagger was blocked and plunged into the ground diluted by the earth.

Luo Changfeng's eyes showed a cold light and rushed out from under the umbrella.

He's fast.

Killing a killer with a single blow didn't seem to make the group of black-clad killers flinch in the slightest.

A murderer who is not always ready to be killed is definitely not a qualified killer.

So he didn't have any intention of being good from the beginning.

No matter what the origin of this group of people is or what ulterior motives they have, in short, if they want to attack and kill Cher, they must not let it go.

Luo Changfeng's body was pressed against a blade, and the close contact allowed him to feel the smell of blood emanating from the blade, even such a downpour could not wash away the smell of blood.

He frowned slightly, and a halo of spiritual power lingered on his palm, slapping at the chest of the man in black.

Among this group of black-clothed killers, in addition to the threatening Yizi disciple he killed with a dagger, the killer leader who still stood in place and didn't seem to have the intention of doing it himself. The leader of the black-clothed killer is a powerhouse in the Xingzimen Chonghui Realm, and his cultivation may be above Luo Changfeng.

And the rest of the black-clothed killers he brought were all cultivators of martial arts masters in the realm of spirits. Even if the body has been forged and forged, it has a strong physique that is very human, and it can melee Luo Changfeng when the cultivation realm is not as good, even if it has an advantage in numbers, it still does not pose a threat to Luo Changfeng.

Because they ignore or don't yet know another fact.

Luo Changfeng is a student of the Sichuan character sect of the academy.

Before he became a student of the Sichuan character sect of the academy, he was still a real disciple of Xingzi!

The Luo family in Luohe County was originally a Xingzimen family.

The head of the family, Luo Ling, is the leader of Yan Lingwei, the most mysterious organization in the Great Yan Empire, ranking sixth on the Tianque list and known as the Emperor of Guns, Luo Changfeng, who is the son of Luo Ling, is naturally a disciple of Xingzi from birth.

And he is also a young genius of the line door.

This has long been a household name in Luohe County.

If the Luo family in Luohe County hadn't suffered such a change three years ago, Luo Changfeng's name would now be comparable to those of the same age on the Dixuan List.

This is his confidence.

It is also the real reason why Luo Changfeng dared to fight at close range with the Xingzimen killer.

Before cultivating, whether it was the Innocent Realm or the Soul Realm, the tempering that Luo Changfeng's body had undergone was beyond the reach of these killers.

What's more, he has been very good at fighting since he was a child.

Many of the leaders of Yan Lingwei were the objects of his sparring when he was a child, even the general of the Yuwen Valve was no exception.

Luo Changfeng's palm is very accurate and stable, and he has accumulated a lot of heaven and earth spiritual power.

At the beginning of the study of the Tao, the upper and lower chapters can open the heavenly chong of the body, so as to attract the spiritual power of heaven and earth into the body, and nurture spiritual wisdom in the spiritual acupoints and qi veins. Strictly speaking, the true entry realm of the cultivation path is neither the Pure Realm nor the Soul Realm, and these two realms can only be regarded as the Martial Dao Realm. Only a realm that can attract the spiritual power of heaven and earth into the body can truly be regarded as a cultivator.

No matter how strong his physique is, as long as he is still within the range of the martial arts realm, he will not be able to withstand the damage of the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

This slap with a halo of spiritual power caused the black-clothed man's chest to suddenly sink like a sponge, and then his heartbeat slowed down, and his breathing weakened.

The heavy rain thinned the air around him even more, and the rain ran down his cheeks one by one, and the knife in the black-clad killer's hand fell, and then his heart stopped.

Luo Changfeng killed the second person.

He didn't stop there.

Because the black-clad killers had surrounded him tightly.

After losing the companion of the Yizi disciple, the cooperation and tacit understanding between the black-clothed killers were obviously not as good as the battle they had when they first appeared.

At this moment, they seemed to be a little flustered, panicked by Luo Changfeng's amazing combat ability and killing methods.

They don't know why a college student is so good at fighting, why a college student is so skilled at killing people.

Luo Changfeng picked up the knife that had fallen in the mud, and the mud on the knife body was washed away by the rain to reveal a sharp blade.

It was the first time he had really held a knife.

A knife is not a dagger, it is more lethal than a dagger.

Especially at this moment, Luo Changfeng's feeling of holding the knife was even stronger than the feeling he had when he first danced the dragon spear.

This feeling is very familiar, as if what he is holding in his hand is not an ordinary knife, but a knife idiot's knife, a knife idiot's crutch.

At the moment when he held the knife, the spiritual power accumulated in the spiritual acupoints and qi veins in his body actually began to consciously swim in his body, flowing along the meridians and qi veins in his body.

Although Luo Changfeng couldn't see the trajectory of spiritual power flowing in his body, he had a vague sense of familiarity, and this trajectory seemed to be recorded in the knife book left by the knife idiot.

Thinking of this, Luo Changfeng's eyes suddenly brightened.

The halo of spiritual power on his fingers turned into a beam of light, and it brightened.

His body began to brighten up, too.

Beams of light burst out of the body and shone in all directions.

Suddenly, it seemed that countless rays of light suddenly illuminated the dim sky, cutting a curtain of rain and rain smoothly, piercing the surrounding space into countless light holes.

It's knife intent!

Knife intent wins!

The bodies of the black-clothed killers who surrounded Luo Changfeng were illuminated by these countless beams of light, and a subtle feeling of pain came from every inch of their body. It's like being bare-chested in the extreme cold and snow, and suffering from the harsh north wind.

There was a spicy sensation on their faces.

They also have a spicy feeling on their hands.

This spicy sensation began to appear all over their bodies.

It was as if a knife wind had left a series of delicate and slender scars on their bodies, and then sprinkled peppers on the scars.

They couldn't stand the swordsmanship.

They howled violently.

Blood began to spill out on their faces, hands, and black robes.

Their weapons were neatly shattered.

Their bodies were disintegrated by these countless beams of light and by this terrifying sword intent.

(Originally, I wrote more than 4,000 words, but I was not very satisfied, and I deleted and changed it, and it became more than 2,000 words.) I'm sorry that the result of the promised more than one was not realized. ）