"It's just that your knife is used to kill animals, so it can't kill me. Chen's words were plain, but when they fell on everyone's ears, there was a piercing coldness.

No one expected that things would develop to such a point, and the young lady of the Chen family, who should have died, reappeared as a demon girl.

And guarding her was Lu Feng, who was well-known in the monk circle, especially since the other party had now reached the copper skin realm.

Seeing this, the mountain lord of Miao Mountain moved his eyes slightly, and wanted to make a move, but Chen Mokang stopped him.

After all, Chen represents the Chen family, in this case, if there are still many people beating one person, it is really unreasonable, and the military god and Li Lao are still here.

As soon as Chen's words fell, his hand holding the Blood Drinking Knife trembled slightly.

With a thud, the blood-drinking knife broke free from the last half of its scabbard.

He stood on the grass, the weeds under his feet were all shattered, and no one could see his arm clearly, only to see the blood-drinking knife slash through the air, slashing through the air.

As the huge sword intent condensed into a blood-colored color, the sword suddenly became more and more red.

His knife seemed to have become a red blood sun, and one after another light bloomed.

This knife was not a sword shadow, but a thousand rays of light, and at a certain distance, it rushed towards Lu Feng from all directions.

"What a powerful knife technique. ”

Lu Feng only felt that he was already standing on the battlefield, and he looked at the countless swords, covering the sky and the sun, as if they were the last blood spurted out by those dying on the battlefield.

Bloody, tyrannical, desperate, lonely, cold......

A series of negative emotions, faster than a knife, rushed into Lu Feng's mind first.

This knife, even if it is encountered by the god of war, must be dealt with carefully.

Because he is Tatsu.

People like Chen, Eighteen, Wang Yingqi, Junshen and others, even Lin Hong, Caitou, and Lin Sheng, are geniuses that should not be underestimated when placed in the mountains.

The mountains are invincible, because there are abundant resources, but in the final analysis, the world outside the mountains is the main space of the earth.

When young people of the same generation in the mountains come out and meet them, they should also weigh them carefully.

There is an enemy in the world!

Some of the older generation of monks had complicated faces, before the aura came, they relied on the advantage of age to stand in the realm of grandmasters, but now, the most powerful group of people have gradually broken through to the copper realm.

They are no match for these people.

A knife is enough to witness Chen's strength.

They weren't facing this knife, so they weren't affected by the illusion inside, but Lu Feng had to close his eyes, and the bloody scene in his mind was a little less.

Lu Feng's eyes were closed, but his pig-killing knife was still slashing forward with great accuracy.

You can have a thousand sword shadows, ten thousand blood and qi, but there is only one knife, as long as you break one knife.

You use blood, death, and battlefield, and I use Buddha, light, and temples.

The knife carries the light of the Buddha, like a mountain that suddenly rises, and the Foshan is prominent, majestic and invincible.

The blood light met the Buddha's light, like ice and snow met the fire, and for a while, they fought against each other.

And Lu Feng's pig-killing knife had already fallen heavily on the blood-drinking knife at this time.

The rich Buddha light and blood qi rushed against each other and spread in all directions.

Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, his arm shook in an extremely distorted shape, the blood-drinking knife was like a cunning snake, the blade was curved, and it was wrapped around the pig-killing knife and swam away, and finally the tip of the knife stabbed directly into the back of Lu Feng's hand.

His methods were clean and clean, without any mud and water, not even a little excess strength.

Every bit of strength is used just right.

In fact, monks who have experienced a period of depletion of spiritual energy often have a stronger control over spiritual energy and power than later monks.

Standard!

is very standard, and every knife of the other party makes Lu Feng unable to find any contradictions.

It's like a textbook answer.

The back of Lu Feng's hand was rubbed, but it was not punctured, and the blade of the blood-drinking knife just swept over, leaving a blood-colored mark on it.

Then before Lu Feng could react, the opponent's arm pressed down fiercely, and the originally twisted blood-drinking knife, the blade of which rotated extremely quickly, accumulated a powerful force in the air, and then like a whip, it was pulled down fiercely.

At this time, Lu Feng's arm was probably at the tip of the blood-drinking knife, and once it was slashed, the entire arm would be cut in half.

Skin is the first line of defense for the flesh, but it's not the strongest.

Lu Feng quickly squatted down with his legs, and smashed his other hand towards the bridge of the opponent's nose.

See if you hit me in the arm first, or if I hit you in the head first.

Chen had no choice but to withdraw the knife, but his knife was not withdrawn from the attack, with the rotation of his body, coupled with the strength of his waist, so the knife changed the angle and fell from the sky as fast as lightning.

The distance between the two was very close, and they were always within three meters, and the blood-colored sword light and the golden knife light kept colliding, and the crackling sound was more exaggerated than the sound of gongs and drums.

Everyone was dazzled, because the speed of the two sides was too fast, constantly moving positions, but there were many people