With a deep shout, Jiuluo's palms were closed, and his spiritual power moved with his palms, crushing the long knife with blue light.

The knife in the hand of the torture knife was broken, and the cyan light flowed back into the body from the blade, and with the aftermath of Jiuluo's palm, it suddenly retreated.

"Ignoring my Qinglong spiritual power, I directly broke the blade, what kind of exercise are you!"

After the torture knife stood firm, he asked in disbelief.

"Red Bear Xuangong, haven't you seen it?" Jiu Luo crumpled the remnant knife in his hand, and the metal made a piercing sound in his hand, and the eyelids of the crowd around him jumped when he saw this scene.

"Impossible, the Wild Lion Xuangong, which has the greatest body refining improvement in the Northern Regions, does not have this kind of strength and physical strength!"

"That's not about you, I think you're good at swordsmanship, how rude it is to use someone else's knife, what about your own knife?"

Jiu Luo didn't bother to explain again, and the crimson spiritual power rose, turning him into a red man.

"It's fine. Seeing that Jiu Luo didn't want to say more, the torture knife pulled out a short knife from his gray robe.

The short knife is no more than the length of a palm, and the whole body is green, with a faint chill.

The cyan light reappeared, flowing down his hand into the turquoise short knife, causing a half-meter-long blade of light to stretch out from the blade of the short knife.

The torture knife was born in a tribe named Qingjiao, and the spiritual power generated by the exercises in the clan can be changed to "Qinglong", which shows his ambition. This spiritual light blade is also the skill of the Qingjiao tribe.

"Ask the knife style!"

Xing Wentian held the knife in one hand, slammed it in front of his eyes, and then slashed horizontally.

The cyan knife drew an arc-shaped trajectory, flying away from the short knife, and rushing towards the face!

Jiu Luo took a step forward and met the sword, as if there were ten people controlling the ten fingers of his hands, each with its own thoughts, and flicked around in an extremely strange posture.

The slender fingers had a crimson glow on them, like ten small knives, stopping those flying cyan knives one by one.

One step, two steps, the cyan knife could not pose a threat at all, Jiu Luo moved his footsteps, and he was getting closer and closer to the torture knife.

The mood of the torture knife at this time can be described as twists and turns, the strength of this opponent can not be speculated at all, where is the level of the Red Bear Xuangong as he said.

And judging by his attitude, he is completely careless.

The short knife flicked, and the scattered blades regrouped into a blade, and the torture knife held the knife, staring at Jiuluo tightly.

"I couldn't find the direction of the attack at all from just now!" That's why I tried to use that large-scale attack method, but it was blocked and there was no flaw.

"It seems that you are running out of skills and have nowhere to start, right?"

Jiu Luo took a few quick steps, raised his palm and struck, and the palm shrouded in red light slapped down on the knife of the torture knife like a steel knife, and the torture knife could only swing the knife open, and still couldn't find a chance to make a knife.

The blue-red light was entangled, and the roots of the two different natures of spiritual mystic power were actually the same lineage.

But with the needs and understanding of different people, they integrate into it with things that are more suitable for themselves, and become the scenery on different roads, and all kinds of light are their inner voices.

However, the purest meaning of the exercises themselves is to defeat the enemy.

The crimson light defeats the enemy with great strength, and the cyan light defeats the enemy with incomparably sharpness, both of which are strong and both are weak.

The difference is that Jiuluo does not rely on the Red Bear Xuangong, and his own body is also extraordinarily powerful, but he has not developed it well, blindly thinking about how to enter the Venerable Realm, and he can take off all the way after taking the origin power, but in the battle where Dyed Fenghua attacked him, he helped him develop it.

The body that has stimulated its potential also needs an adaptation period, but if he doesn't follow the routine, when the gray plain returns, the body has already been adapted.

Therefore, after the torture knife parried a few moves, he felt that his arms were numb, and his spiritual power was running slowly.

"What's going on?" Torture Dao wondered, but before he could come up with a clue, one of Jiuluo's hands grabbed his wrist.

The hand holding the knife was clamped, and the torture knife was handed over to the other hand, and the backhand was teased.

Jiu Luo's arm pressed down, stopped the knife, and took advantage of the moment when the opponent's arms were restrained, and raised his legs to kick both feet, both of which were kicked at the knees of the torture knife.

The sound of bone cracking sounded, sweat broke out on the face of the torture knife, and the sharp pain in his knee made him snort, if he hadn't supported it with the knife, he would have fallen to his knees at this moment.

"Torture Hall Master, you have lost. I didn't kill you, do you know why?"

Jiu Luo looked at the torture knife condescendingly and said slowly.

"Why?" said the torture knife holding back the pain, he couldn't let his men see the joke here.

Because they had their backs to those subordinates, Du Qi and the others only saw the hall master's body rickety, and the sound of bone cracking was also weakened by the loud sound of their exchanges, and the subtle sound was ignored, so they didn't know the hall master's injuries yet.

"You knowingly asked about this, what about my bounty?" Jiu Luo walked over with an unhappy face, pinched Xing Wentian's shoulder, helped him up, and patted his other hand on his shoulder, "Torture Hall Master, shouldn't you have brought a bounty?"

Violated the law of the Ice City, and killed the members of the Law Enforcement Palace, this is also going to be wanted, where did this person get the confidence to tell him this? The torture knife was a little confused about Jiuluo's thoughts, but it didn't matter, he didn't come here today for this, there were more important things, but he really didn't expect it, he thought that the tie was all he thought about too much.

Fortunately, this man didn't mean to kill him for some reason, and he didn't want to kill him if he didn't agree like he had heard before.

"Your Excellency is so capable, I brought the bounty, I don't know if I can sit down and talk?"

"It's up to you. Jiu Luo pushed his hand, spit softly under his palm, and pushed the torture knife to a chair and sat down.

Maybe it was intentional, the force was a little bigger, and the torture knife sat on the chair with his buttocks, and the force of pushing his palm made him clench his teeth in pain, so that he didn't make a sound.

"Thank you, Your Excellency. Almost gritted his teeth and spoke, "Du Qi, you are waiting outside the door, I will talk to this Excellency about something." ”

After the fight between the two ended, the torture knife saw that Du Qi seemed to want to come in, and hurriedly stopped him, if they got closer, they would definitely find his abnormality.

Although Du Qi and the others were puzzled, they could only carry out the order of the torture knife, and continued to stand there as a stake in the courtyard.

"I admire the courage of the Torture Hall Master. Jiu Luo also returned to the chair and sat down, picked up the tea that had been cooled, and laughed at himself, "Tut-tut, I thought I sent you away, the tea is still warm, this is a shame." ”

Jiuluo certainly has a playful mentality, but after all, it took some effort to make Xing Wentian suffer a knee injury, which is equivalent to a slap in the face for what he said before, but it also allowed him to get the information he wanted, and a little face problem is nothing.

Presumably, the Lord of the Law Enforcement Hall on the opposite side also thinks the same.

"The Ice City Tribal Alliance is made up of multiple tribes, and the Law Enforcement Hall is just one of them, so it's nothing. Xing Wentian looked at the people around him, and saw that no one handed him tea, so he had to cough a few times and said.

"So what?" asked Jiu Luo very cooperatively.

"I don't know if Your Excellency knows anything about the Holy Family. When the torturer asked this, he seemed to be thinking about whether to say it for a while, but finally asked it.

"I've heard a little about it, what's the matter? Could it be that the Lord of the Law Enforcement Hall is a member of the Heart-to-Heart Saint Clan, or is he a member of the Saint Clan?"

"How can it be, Your Excellency laughed, how could I be a member of the Holy Clan, and I would not have my heart towards the Holy Clan, mentioning the Holy Clan just for one thing, and I want to ask Your Excellency for help. When the torture knife heard Jiuluo's words, his face turned different, but he pretended to have knee pain to cover up the past.

Hearing what the torture knife said, Jiuluo became interested, isn't this the rhythm of a tribe that is about to be subverted, there are strong enemies plotting outside, and there are traitors inside, how fun.

"I'll hear what you say!"