Passerby Ding sneered: "It's not that Lao Tzu hasn't killed high-level magicians, and demon hunters have killed several." He tilted his head to look at the man in black, and said, "Even if you have any special functions, it is still much worse than breaking the cocoon, at least you can't do the restraint technique." ”

"Huh. The black man laughed dryly, and a few teeth that could not be hidden by the shadows could be seen under the cloak, "I don't want to fight him, after all, he is the one who can survive from the Shangguan family." This kind of Heavenly Demon Lone Star is not something I can deal with, so I can only take on a task like yours. ”

Passerby Ding provocatively shook the knife in his hand and said, "The cocoon almost died in my hands, do you think you can kill me?"

The man in black moved his hand in his wide sleeve and said, "As long as you don't get close to you, even if your martial arts are very high, I have countless possibilities for you to die." You didn't give it your all, and I know you're trying to see what I can. ”

"However, the ability of special function is not something that ordinary people like you can spy on, if you learn your master's methods, I will not be your opponent. The voice was understated, without a hint of fireworks, but there was always something in the air that made passers-by feel very oppressive.

So, he moved again.

There is no backwards, but straight forwards. His feet kept changing, as if he was jumping between the grass, and he didn't deviate from the straight line between the two.

The knife in his hand poked out from time to time, and occasionally a crisp sound of agitation sounded, and sometimes a line of black could be seen bouncing from the tip of the knife.

The man in black moved his hands in his sleeve robe, as if dragging something. As the passers-by slowly approached, there was no longer a relaxed expression on his face, and of course there was no nervousness or uneasiness. The eyes hidden deep in the cloak looked at the passers-by who were bouncing or jumping, and their expressions became colder and colder.

Judging from the force in his hand, he knew that the passer-by was all skillful, and he didn't collide with the obsidian line he sent out at all. At this moment, he was very surprised by the sensitivity of passers-by. His obsidian line is formless and colorless, and with the blessing of special functions, the power that pops out can break the arms of ordinary people, but now, it is all cracked by the guy in front of him without a trace.

The man in black could see that even if the passerby used skill, such a targeted dodge jump also consumed a lot of his strength. In just over ten meters, the man in black saw sweat flowing down the face of the passerby, and his face was no longer the ruddy color just now, but a little pale.

This is the harbinger of detachment.

The man in black also understood that his internal strength was not enough to support the special function for a longer time, and his hands under the sleeves of the robe had begun to tremble slightly, which was also difficult to support.

In his eyes, the domestic martial arts have long declined, even Yunjin Mountain, that is, as one of the three ancestral courts of Taoism, the martial arts handed down from Longhu Mountain have long since ceased to be the thirty percent of the grand occasion of the year.

But the passer-by in front of him subverted his perception. If it was his master Yun Fan Zhenren, a nearly hundred-year-old guy who was here, the man in black might not dare to show up, how could he know that this guy who was passed on by his senior brother still had such a strong skill.

Fortunately, the old guy is in retreat, and killing him now won't make any waves. This little guy is still immature, thinking that with a good martial arts, he can really face off against a high-level magician with special abilities.

The sunlight was far away, blocked by dense foliage for tens of meters, and only a few rays of sunlight came in through the cracks in the leaves, falling in the low bushes and nailing in the grass.

In the shade that has not been exposed to the sun, there are dewdrops that have not had time to evaporate, falling on the tips of the leaves. When the leaves fall and the dew falls, the leaves bounce up slightly, and the dew residues on them form a faint mist.

When the leaf is raised, it falls, or is cut off, or the branches fall to the ground. It's like an invisible knife that passes half a foot above the ground, and it is instantly damaged when touched.

The moist air, half a meter above the ground, was swept away by something, like ripples in the water. The force pushed the ripples forward towards the passers-by who had just jumped up.

The light of the knife flickered, pointing at the ripples that were almost invisible to the naked eye, like a dead branch stretching out towards the ripples. The ripples were agitated, and they were not provoked by the tip of the knife, but seemed to be cut off by the light of the knife, and they also seemed to be broken naturally, re-splitting into two sections, still moving forward.

The ripples separated, each in the shape of an arrow, shooting towards the passers-by who were about to land. The knife flower reappeared, but the ripples were cut into several pieces, and the black inside was finally revealed.

The black arrowhead shone with a cold light, and the light came through the ripples, showing a swart color of more than three inches long, like a black stone needle that had been sharpened into lines. Each black stone needle flutters again, two in life, two in four.

The air was like a porcupine radiating spikes like a porcupine's spikes when the stone needles fissioned.

At this time, the passer-by had just fallen, and his feet had just stepped on the solid ground, and he saw countless bright black lights in front of him, just like the starry sky lying on the ground and looking up, but there were countless meteors when they fell.

Passers-by didn't know what the consequences would be if these things hit their bodies, judging from the speed of these tiny spikes, they should shoot into their viscera. No matter how urgent the knife is, it is impossible to block the spikes that shoot all over the body, and in this situation, no matter what, he can't avoid the past.

His lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he still turned his heart sideways, and the sword light rose again, forming a dazzling light curtain between his head and chest and abdomen.

The more intense the light, the sunlight reflected like an arrow, shining on the man in black, and also on the face under the cloak. The pale face did not seem to have a trace of blood, and the beard on the lips was darker.

The black-clothed man's lips trembled violently because he wanted to control those stone needles, and he was also on the verge of collapse. The hands in the sleeves of the robe were also shaking, and the wide robe seemed to be blown by the wind, flickering and flickering.

There was no incessant sound, just a crunch, like a broken mirror. The light curtain dissipates abruptly, and in an instant, it makes people feel a little dark in front of them.

The knife of the passer-by Ding was still in his hand, very steady, except that his breathing was a little rapid. He didn't dare to move, because he felt the muscles of his thighs covered with those black spikes, and he could feel the warm flow between his legs.

That's blood!

The man in black had nothing unusual except his pale face, his hands no longer trembled, and the wide sleeves of his robe were calm.

"You're better than the other demon hunters. Passerby Ding took a deep breath, "It seems that with my ability, I still can't kill a demon hunter like you head-on." ”

After a while, I heard the man in black laugh and said, "If you are careful, you may be able to kill me." It's because you want to know how far you are from the Demon Hunter, and that's why you're dying here. ”

Passerby Ding glanced around and said, "One thing I'm curious about, how can you lock my location?"