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Outside Bodhi City, rolling dark clouds, this heavy rain made the whole sky look a little low, and the terrifying black clouds were like thick smoke, as if they would swallow people at any time and anywhere.

Luo Changfeng stood in the blood with his knife, and his body was full of severed arms and stumps.

If it weren't for the torrential rain washing away the dirt in the world, the trail at the foot of this mountain would be full of corpses.

Blood mixed with the dirt, making the puddle beneath his feet a pale red.

Luo Changfeng obviously didn't care about this.

Countless sword intent beams around his body pierced into the black clouds rolling above his head, making this burst of black cloud smoke dare not approach easily.

He was like a sword god, quietly looking at the black-clothed killer leader opposite.

The ambush had been carried out so far, and the leader was now the only one left in the black-clad killer.

Even if all the subordinates were cut into pieces of meat by Luo Changfeng's sword intent in an instant, that person never wavered.

Maybe for the killer, the indifferent demeanor of killing or being killed is really a bit cold-blooded, but Luo Changfeng doesn't think that the calm of the leader of the black-clothed killer is ruthless.

Because he knew very well that the cultivation realm of the person on the other side was above him.

He could see that this calmness was a kind of self-confidence, a kind of self-confidence that would come naturally as long as he made a move.

Therefore, Luo Changfeng is still very serious, and he does not dare to underestimate the enemy by half.

Often, at such times, underestimating the enemy means defeat, and defeat is tantamount to death.

"You're a surprise. ”

A thin halo began to appear on the black cloak of the leader of the black-clothed killers, and the halo was like a crystal clear Roman light veil slowly floating from his black robe, protecting him all over it.

Beyond the halo is a downpour, and inside the halo is dry and fresh.

No matter how hard this pouring rain is, it can't even fall half a drop on that layer of light.

Luo Changfeng looked at the aura of the protective body, at first he was a little alert, and then he began to feel ashamed.

Being able to absorb so much spiritual power into the body in the Chonghui realm, this means of protecting the spiritual power of the body is definitely not something that Chonghui can do in the lower realm, Luo Changfeng knows that the cultivation of this black-clothed killer leader has already far surpassed himself.

"But it didn't surprise you after all. Luo Changfeng stood in the rain with a knife and looked at the other side quietly and said.

The sword intent around him was not a body protection spiritual power, and he could not form a body protection spirit power to block the torrential rain from his body.

But these countless beams of sword intent light shining out of the body were as warm as the sun, dazzling and scorching, expelling darkness and dampness.

Luo Chang's wind-wet academy student robes began to dry out under the warmth of these countless beams of sword intent.

It's like it's never rained.

"Your knife is very good. The leader of the black-clothed killer looked at Luo Changfeng and said.

Of course, he wasn't talking about the knife in Luo Changfeng's hand.

It was just an ordinary knife.

The knife in his mouth is naturally Luo Changfeng's knife intent and knife path.

"It was also the first time I realized that my knife was good. Luo Changfeng said.

Since he got the knife book left by the knife idiot in it, Luo Changfeng almost even took the knife book with him when he ate and slept.

But no matter how he studied and studied, he just couldn't really understand the meaning of the patterns in the knife book.

Until he picked up a knife.

He knew what it was like to have a knife in his hand.

It dawned on him.

It turns out that in the knife spectrum left by the knife idiot, the pattern that looks like a star path and star pattern is the correspondence of the various spiritual points and qi veins in the human body.

After figuring out where the joint was, Luo Changfeng believed that as long as he was given enough time to use Tianchong to absorb spiritual power into his body and nurture spiritual wisdom to concentrate on the essence, then in the near future, he would completely comprehend the knife path of the knife idiot.

Thinking of this, he was still a little excited in his heart.

He knew it all came down to this ordinary knife.

If a sword cultivator does not have a knife in his hand, how can he comprehend the true way of the sword? Maybe the peak of the sword path has the realm of no sword and no sword, but after all, he is still climbing in the way of the knife, and he is still far from the peak.

So he needs a knife, a pathfinder knife, a growth knife.

"It's not just good, I think the knife idiot has never been as sharp as you at your age. The leader of the black-clad killers said.

"I don't dare to compare it with a knife idiot. Luo Changfeng said.

"It seems that you haven't been carried away by the inflated strength yet. The leader of the black-clad killers said.

"Because you're not dead yet. Luo Changfeng said.

"It's a pity you don't have a chance. ”

The leader of the black-clad killers drew the knife in his hand.

He drew his knife slowly.

So much so that the rain curtain in front of him seemed to slow down.

The wind began to blow around.

The wind was flat, fast, and fierce.

It's like two straight parallel lines cutting through the layers of water in front of you. As the knife gradually revealed its full blade, the two parallel lines also extended into the distance.

The moment the blade of the knife was exhausted, the flat water curtain completely turned into a transparent phantom of the blade.

The leader of the black-clothed killers held his sword high in both hands, and the spiritual power of the surrounding heaven and earth frantically converged towards the palms of those hands.

He slashed with his sword.

The knife swelled dozens of times in an instant, and with a huge water curtain blade shadow, it cut a straight and deep knife mark on the muddy ground.

The shadow of the water curtain is like the water of the Yellow River falling from the sky.

Countless sword intent beams around Luo Changfeng's body were shattered in the collision of the water curtain knife shadows.

His cheeks were blown by a gust of wind.

Then he narrowed his eyes.

There are a few strands of hair on his forehead that have been cut off by the wind.

He slid backwards with his feet pressed against the ground.

After a distance of more than ten meters, it finally stopped.

He hunched over and bowed his head.

Out of nowhere, blood trickled and dripped to the ground.

After all, the realm is still insufficient, and after all, there is still not enough time.

How could the sword intent comprehended by this epiphany be comparable to a disciple who has been cultivating swords for more than ten years?

The leader of the black-clothed killer walked towards Luo Changfeng with a steady pace.

In the distance, Cher threw away her umbrella and ran over.

She tried to support Luo Changfeng, who was kneeling on one knee, but found that she didn't have so much strength.

At this moment, she hated herself a little for being useless.

Some regret that they didn't learn the flow word taught by the teacher.

Seeing that very cold and sharp knife approaching step by step, Xue'er, who had been afraid of pain since she was a child, had a determination to block Luo Changfeng out of nowhere.

She desperately stood in front of Luo Changfeng.

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at the knife of the leader of the black-clothed killer, and all the worries and panic gradually turned into a calm, a calm that looked at death as home, and a touch of resoluteness.

Under the dim sky, among the rolling dark clouds, a flower broke through the dark clouds and swirled and fell.

Falls between the leader of the Black Killer and Cher.

It was a begonia flower.

The begonia flowers are not only not afraid of rain, but bloom more brilliantly when exposed to water.

Xue'er's eyes were attracted by this begonia flower that fell out of thin air, but she suddenly felt that her cold little hand was quietly held.

She wanted to turn back, but before she could turn back, she felt a gust of wind and snow rushing across her face.

She seemed to see a white wind.

Her gaze involuntarily followed the white wind, and then she saw that the leader of the black-clothed killer instantly turned into an iceman.

At this moment, the begonia flower turned into a shadow.

The iceman shattered into ice chips, revealing Luo Changfeng's crumbling figure with a knife behind him.