The smugness in the killer's eyes is only for a moment, because a killer should never put too much emotion into his work, which will affect their reaction and their judgment, making them no longer rational and calm, and thus losing their most powerful weapon.

The killer must remain absolutely calm, make the most correct decision and take the most appropriate action at the most appropriate time.

The killer wanted to continue to reach out for his knife, and the knife that had severed his opponent's arm continued to slash forward, slicing through layers of space and slashing down on his opponent's head.

He knew that his opponent had no support, and without that strange wooden whip, his opponent might not be able to parry the double attack of Chihong and Daomang.

The development of things still did not exceed his expectations, without the wooden whip, the red rainbow that was divided into two pieces and sprayed at both ends suddenly merged into a surging long river, directly setting off a terrifying wave and pressing towards Chu Feng's face.

This change came too quickly, so fast that before the red rainbow flooded Chu Feng, what he left to this killer was a face full of incredulity.

The killer's wrist flipped slightly, and the wisps of dead air on the long knife suddenly burned like flames, bursting out with a piercing light, and let out bursts of heart-rending wails, piercing through the red rainbow and stabbing towards the opponent in the red rainbow!

"Poof——!

The tangible touch of the exciting long knife penetrating through the ** was transmitted to the blade through the tip of the knife, making the blade tremble slightly, let out a wail, and continued to pass to the hilt, and then entered the somewhat wet palm of the killer.

This touch is very real, so real that the killer's pupils can't help but constrict, he wants to flip his wrist, want to completely tear the opponent with the knife, but when his wrist turns again, he finds that he can't turn the long knife - a reverse force tightly locks the long knife, so that the long knife is thrown into the swamp, not only can it not be flipped, but even the movement of proportions has become a luxury.

The killer was slightly stunned, did not hesitate, and was ready to retreat.

If you can't hit it, you must flee as soon as possible, and you will never allow a fight, this is the killer's rule, and even an iron rule.

The killer had just taken half a step back, and his expression suddenly froze, because more than ten peach blossoms had already appeared behind him, emitting bursts of sharp explosions, attacking him from behind!

The killer was half-sideways, swung his left palm back, and swirled the red rainbow in one direction and swept it behind his back, sweeping away patches of peach blossoms.

The killer glanced at the afterglow of his eyes, but saw that the opponent was only in tattered clothes, as if he had not been injured at all, and the long knife pierced straight through the palm of the opponent's left palm, piercing the palm of the hand, while the fingers of the opponent's left hand had already bent down to clamp the long knife, so that the long knife could not be turned at all.

Seeing this, the killer's heart suddenly cooled, because the opponent's reaction was abnormally fast.

Such a quick reaction is almost impossible, and the only possibility is that the opponent has been prepared for it a long time ago.

If he had been prepared for this a long time ago, then everything was deliberately exposed by the opponent, making himself fall into the trap of the opponent!

If this is really his trap, then what a terrible person he must be?

The killer didn't think about it, because he didn't have time to think about it now, he just needed to know that all this was a trap set by his opponent, so he definitely couldn't let the other party get his wish.

He let go of the long knife, there was no nostalgia, he had to keep a distance, because the opponent's speed is also very fast, if he fights close to himself, he is likely to be at a disadvantage, so only if he distances himself, it is possible to ensure his initiative.

He took another half step back and cut off a peach blossom, he thought he was safe, but the next moment a sword light reflected in his eyes.

That sword light felt a little familiar to him, because not long ago, there was a sword light that shocked the Six Realms and broke through the night of the Six Realms.

Although this sword light is only a wave to the sea compared to that sword light, it cannot be denied that this sword light is still very strong, and it will at least overshadow ninety percent of the swords in the world.

It was the young man who held the sword. Then he held not a sword in his hand, but a knife, the long knife that the killer himself had thrown away.

Chu Feng gripped the hilt of the knife with his rapidly regenerated right hand, and a chilling sword intent had already condensed on the long knife, and as Chu Feng handed out the long knife straight, this sword intent poured out like a dam bursting its embankment, making a deafening roar.

Looking at this sword intent, the killer knew that he couldn't stop it, because the distance was too close, and the sword intent came too fast, and the moment he noticed the sword intent, the sword intent had already fallen on him.

The only thing he could do was to exchange injuries with the young man in front of him, but he didn't think that he would cause much trauma to this young man, because Shicai Chihong had indeed swallowed him, but it didn't leave him the slightest scar at all.

Even the strong body that the red rainbow couldn't damage was easily pierced by this long knife, and sure enough, everything was his trap - but this trap would jump in if anyone was afraid of it, from the beginning of using a wooden whip to attract his attention, to giving up his right hand as bait, and finally even choosing to send himself into the opponent's magic weapon, and then let out a burst of wails - this whole set of scenes has been done enough, and they are all done seriously, who wouldn't be fooled if they change?

The killer suddenly felt a little frightened, this opponent was not as experienced as him, but he was too decisive - he naturally didn't know that Chu Feng was not as far-reaching as he thought, Chu Feng only knew that he couldn't leave the red flame after his right wrist was cut off, so he temporarily wanted to trick him into entering.

"Poof!"

With a muffled sound, the sword intent on the long knife broke through the killer's body in an instant, and the killer spurted out a large mouthful of blood and was thrown directly off the cliff by the huge impact force, falling down to the bottom of Huai Mountain.

It's not that the other two killers didn't pay attention to the situation, but they thought that their companions were good enough to deal with the frontal battle.

However, this belief was now let down, and the change came so suddenly and quickly that they didn't even have time to rescue them, and they watched as their companion's body was knocked through a huge hole, and then thrown off the cliff by the huge inertia.

The momentum of the severed hand in the air had not yet come to an end, but the battle below had come to an end.

Chu Feng's gaze fell on his abandoned right hand, and then he and another killer appeared in mid-air at the same time, and the two blades directly docked in the air, emitting a burst of thunder.

Chu Feng's knife swung cleanly and neatly, cutting out a smooth arc, and under this arc, the killer fell down as quickly as a stone thrown to the earth.

However, the battle did not end there, the second killer hidden behind the first killer directly attacked three feet in front of Chu Feng between the gaps in Chu Feng's moves, and what he held in his hand was not a long knife, but a dagger.

The blade of the dagger looked like pig iron that had been rusted for countless years, uneven, full of pores, and mottled marks.

This is rusty iron, one of the world's different irons, as long as it enters the blood, it will coagulate, and then make people's flesh and blood also turn into pieces of rusty iron.

The killer thought that Chu Feng would avoid it, but Chu Feng didn't avoid it, Chu Feng stretched out his left hand and directly collided with the rusty iron dagger with the palm of his left palm, and the dagger suddenly ran through his palm, and Chu Feng slashed the long knife that had just been exhausted upside down with his backhand, cutting out an extremely solemn arc light, and slashing directly at the face of the second killer!

The second killer's expression suddenly froze, knowing that he had met a madman, and he no longer confronted Chu Feng head-on at the moment, let go of the dagger, and then quickly retreated with the drumming true qi.

However, Chu Feng's long knife did not stop because of this, but directly cut off Chu Feng's left arm, so that the rusty iron spreading along the bloodline could not further erode his body.

Chu Feng dared to bear the death qi, because his body didn't care about life and death, and even the death qi could be absorbed by him as his own true qi.

But he didn't dare to bear the rusty iron, after all, his body was still flesh and blood, and once it was corroded, he was powerless to recover it.

Chu Feng quickly regenerated his left arm, grabbed the wooden whip violently, and then grasped the wooden whip with one hand and the long knife with the other, and swooped down.

His goal was very simple, it was the second killer who was still retreating, and two sword intents were condensed in his hands, one attached to the wooden whip and the other to the long knife, making both the whip and the knife glow brightly!

The long knife roared, the wooden whip roared, and the two sword intents had been conceived to the extreme, and at the same time, they roared out, and where they passed, the space warped, and the pupils of the two killers were constricted!

How could the two killers sit still and wait to die, the first killer had already completed his whereabouts at this time, seeing that his companion was facing a crisis, and Chu Feng was also exposed, he did not hesitate to attack and kill Chu Feng again!

A killer whose first priority is to kill the target, not to save his companions.

A killer must be soberly aware that on the battlefield, what should be put in the first place, there is only one - kill the target!

Chu Feng's two sword intents tightly bit the second killer, but he didn't even give the first killer a little bit of afterglow, as if the first killer was an insignificant ant, even if he let go of the fight, he wouldn't cause any trouble to himself at all.

The first killer was a little angry because he felt that he was being slighted.

Even if he wasn't an eighth-order monk, he was also a seventh-order peak monk, and for the vast majority of monks, it was not easy for him to have such a cultivation at his age - he didn't like to be looked down upon, especially such a young monk.

The first killer swung his knife, and the sword turned like a pitch-black crescent, slashing down towards Chu Feng's neck, and Chu Feng was still looking intently at the second killer who was forced to death by his two sword intents.

"Poof—"

The cold light flickered, and the blood light scattered.