The miserable white electric light seemed to be a signal. At the same time as the lightning flashed, Feng Danquan and Tianxiao made a move.

The figures of these two people could not be seen in the dark world, only the sound of the collision of weapons "ding ding ding" came in disbelief, and the occasional fire light from the collision of the river and the Tianxiao sword disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the darkness, neither of them could see each other, and they could only parry and attack with experience and intuition...... This was repeated several times, and finally after the final blow, Feng Danquan and Tianxiao retreated to the side.

"Knives soon." Tianxiao exclaimed, listening to the tone, they didn't look like they were fighting to the death, but like two old friends talking.

Feng Dan didn't speak, he was like a leopard in the night, waiting for an opportunity to find Tianxiao's weakness.

"This is a crazy knife without a move? That one without a knife holder routine, only relying on the knife intent to follow the trend, and really worthy of the name.

Feng Danquan finally spoke: "The Crazy Knife was proposed by my ancestor, and my master just created it according to the will of my ancestor."

"Kong Banxian?" Tianxiao nodded, and admiration flashed on his face: "Sure enough, he is worthy of being a fairy-like character, who can think of what people dare not think of and do what people dare not do, and only a fairy character like him can think of it."

"Finished?"

"Hmm." Tianxiao raised his sword horizontally in front of Xiong and whispered, his face was no longer a friendly smile, but a strong battle intent.

Feng Danquan suddenly flashed to Tianxiao's side, and the river in his hand was beyond the limit of human physical strength.

As soon as the sword was handed over, Feng Danquan refused to retreat under the huge pressure from the Tianxiao sword, and swung more than ten knives in the blink of an eye, one knife was more ruthless than the other, and one knife was more crazy than the other.

This is the extreme state of the sword, to lay down his life, as he said to a man named 11 more than 30 years later." Since you have chosen the knife, don't spare your life, otherwise you will not be able to reach the ultimate state of the knife in this life."

The knife does not have the elegance of the sword, nor the flexibility of the gun, the moves of the knife are wide open and closed, and there is a knife that does not fight for the kind of indomitable momentum that you swear to the death and I will not return.

The crazy knife Hu Yixiao in the past can do this perfectly, and today's Feng Danquan has also done it perfectly.Because of the knife, they are ready to give up their lives at any time, because there are many things that are more worthy of their protection than life.

Different from Feng Danquan's madness, Tianxiao's sword is very chic and elegant, and a slight shake can often block Feng Danquan's unstoppable knife.

As Feng Danquan's sword danced faster and faster, Tianxiao gradually became no longer relaxed, and finally he couldn't tell which was the sword light and which was the sword shadow, the knife and the sword were like poisonous snakes that were entangled with each other and wanted to devour each other, looking for the best opportunity to attack in the constant temptation.

A miserable white and twisted electric snake pierced the long night, as if this electric snake came to life, and there was a sneering electric light on its body, and the corners of its mouth were unwillingly opened to the maximum.

"Boom!" The thunder was like the roar of an electric snake, mixed with the thunder and the air exploded in my ears, and the whole world seemed to tremble, even the invisible air around me.

The power of heaven and earth is terrifying!

A raindrop the size of a bean fell quietly from the cloud of the black crow, like a fairy in the sky who does not eat fireworks, but it was greedy for the red dust of the world, and secretly descended to the mortal world.

The rain is pouring down! Like a drop of crystal tears falling on the earth.

Feng Danquan's knife was so fast that he couldn't see it, and all the rain fell on him and was leaked by the knife light. Standing in the rain, he didn't get wet. Around Tianxiao and Feng Danquan, there was a light cocoon composed of countless swords, lights, swords, and shadows to protect them, but Feng Danquan's light cocoon was a little smaller, while Tianxiao's light cocoon was a little bigger.

"Ding!" The sword and sword slammed together again, and this time the swords did not swing apart from each other like the countless previous encounters, but instead sucked together like two magnets.

Feng Dan's eyes flashed with blood-devouring madness.Holding Chuanliu and clinging to Tianxiao's sword body, he slashed his fingers towards Tianxiao.Chuanliu and Tianxiao cut and rubbed against each other, rubbing out a spark.

Tianxiao snorted lightly, suddenly let go of his hand, the Tianxiao sword rotated around the body of the Chuanliu sword, and finally the hilt returned to the hand of Tianxiao, and the Tianxiao sword and the Chuanliu were finally separated.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Feng Danquan's upper body was shocked and leaned back a little, but his two legs were firmly stepping on the mud and did not move at all.

Feng Danquan swung his knife and pounced, and at this time, Tianxiao suddenly slapped the sword forward, and the sword body slapped on a few drops of rain that fell in front of him, and the rain suddenly turned into the most terrifying hidden weapon and flew towards Feng Danquan.

Feng Dan's full move changed suddenly, and the water waving around him with a wild knife in one hand could not be drained, and the few drops of rain that shot over hit the knife body with a crisp "ding" sound and was bounced away.

Tianxiao was not discouraged, and continued to wield the long sword in the rain, and a drop of rain flew towards Feng Liangquan like a bullet shooting out of the chamber.

Thousands of raindrops are like bullets that shoot out of the chamber and shoot towards Feng Danquan one after another, each drop of water droplets hits the river, making a crisp "dingding" sound, like a wind chime in the rain as pleasant and beautiful.

Suddenly, Feng Danquan's knife momentum slowed down a little for some reason, and the knife failed to swing down in time.A drop of water shot into his right xiong from the gap in the knife light, and then it was empty, turning into blood-red water droplets and shooting out from his back.Feng Danquan's right hand holding the river high finally failed to fall, and he looked down at his right xiong in surprise.

Immediately after, countless water droplets hit his body, and the sound of "puff puff" was endless.

The heavy rain can't even wash away the blood of that body.

Tianxiao finally stopped, holding the long sword obliquely and standing facing Feng Danquan.neither of them moved again, letting the pouring rain wash their bodies, but the puddle of rain under Feng Liangquan's feet had turned bright red.

The muscles at the corners of Feng Danquan's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a bitter smile, and said in a hoarse voice, "You won." He slowly closed his eyes and leaned straight back. Bang!" His body fell heavily on the mud floor, and the splashes of water soaked his entire back.

Tianxiao didn't move, he didn't speak, he just closed his eyes and raised his face, letting the rain wash his face.

This sigh is for Feng Danquan, not because of his death, but for his persistence.In the battle just now, Tianxiao can clearly feel Feng Danquan's obsession desperately wanting to live, because he wants to live, he will be so desperate.Since he wants to live, why should he refuse to join the Dragon Soul? He clearly knows that only by joining the Dragon Soul can he continue to live, but he refused without hesitation.Tianxiao can't figure it out, and he can't figure it out, he just vaguely feels that Feng Danquan wants to live not for himself, Just as he turned down Tianxiao's invitation, it wasn't for himself, what made him so persistent? What made him so persistent? He must be a man with a lot of stories.