The scorching knife light emitted a vast white mist, and even a few traces of streamer light could be seen inside.

Li Xuan's mind was completely captured by this knife, and he couldn't afford to resist at all.

Since the awakening of the Human Emperor's Holy Body, Li Xuan is quite confident in his body, and sometimes he even thinks narcissistically, how can there be such a perfect body in this world.

But if you face this knife yourself, I don't know how many scum you have become.

This knife is too domineering, so domineering that it is unreasonable.

All things, all beings.

One knife, two cuts.

It may be that the strength of the person who came has not yet reached the strength of the True Great Grandmaster, but the will and courage displayed by this sword are already rare in this world.

At the origin of this extremely brilliant sword light, he is a middle-aged man with a mediocre face, a medium stature, and a medium countenance. At first glance, there is absolutely nothing outstanding about it.

If you walk past him three times when he's standing in the crowd, you won't pay special attention to the presence of such a person.

But at this time, he held the knife in both hands, and the momentum that erupted when he slashed it made you feel like facing this thousands of troops, panicked and didn't know where to stop.

Master of swordsmanship, Li Xuan has really seen a lot, but until now, it is estimated that only the person in front of him can be called a grandmaster.

The knife was not just a cold iron object in his hands, but it was like a separate soul. has his own thinking, has his own style, and when he lets go of the knife, the knife in his hand already has life.

Cheering, raging, welcoming a new beginning in its destiny.

And on the rivers and lakes, only that person can give life to the iron knife with such a spiritual rhyme, Changlin Dojo, Wei Wuya.

Wei Wuya represents not only a sect or a generation of grandmasters, he represents more of the Zhongxing of the Dao of the Dao. The fact that Changlin Dojo was able to rank among the first-class sects in the rivers and lakes was inseparable from Wei Wuya's birth.

This person appeared as if out of thin air, no one knew his past, no one knew his teacher, when he entered the Changlin Dojo and defeated eighteen sword masters in a row, his name resounded throughout the rivers and lakes.

There were two crisp sounds, which were the crisp sound of Lou Huang's mask falling onto the rock, and at this time, the hideous mask turned into two pieces of scrap metal and flipped on the ground.

Except for the sound of surging sword qi, there was only this echo in everyone's hearts.

Li Xuan saw Lou Huang's face, and finally understood in his heart why this evil giant who had dominated the rivers and lakes for many years always had to wear a hideous bronze mask.

If it is said that the stunning color is to describe the top appearance of women in this world, then you will find that if all these stunning colors are ranked in front of the building wasteland, they are even difficult to achieve.

Lou Huang's face is very good-looking in Li Xuan's image, but if you want him to describe it, there is a blank in his mind, and that kind of spiritual temperament makes you forget everything. Even if he racked his brains, he couldn't find a human word to describe Lou Huang's facial features or temperament.

Is this still a man? No, is he still a human being, to be exact?

Not to mention Li Xuan, even those masters of the Heavenly Hades Palace were dumbfounded.

Since Lou Huang entered the Heavenly Hades Palace, he had never shown his true face once, strictly speaking, this was the first time they had seen the boss's true face.

If there is really a country and a city, then this face under the mask is definitely enough.

The white sword light broke through Lou Huang's protective qi, and of course it also broke through the mask he had covered all year round, allowing his face to appear in front of the world again thirty years later.

Lou Huang's skin was very white, not that sickly pale, but soft and delicate with a white luster. His eyelashes blinked slightly, as if to adjust to the surprised gaze around him.

Then the corners of his mouth curled, "Why, haven't you seen a handsome guy?"

He said lightly, without a bit of decline. According to common sense, if he was hit by Wei Wuya's two broken knives, even if he didn't die, he would have to vomit at least three liters of blood, but Lou Huang's expression was always faint.

"Even Wei Wuya was invited, and this layout is really not ordinary. ”

Wei Wuya's face was expressionless, even if he saw the true face of Lou Huang, his heart did not have a ripple.

His fighting spirit is still so high, and his goal is still so clear. Before the building fell, everything was not important, including the appearance of the building and the country.

Wei Wuya is such a pure person, defeating Lou Huang and sharpening his state of mind is the most fundamental reason why he originally intended to enter the secret burial of the overlord this time.

Seeing that although the sword qi entered his body, Lou Huang seemed to be nothing, Wei Wuya was not discouraged, but took a step forward with his right foot.

With one step, his qi exploded, the sword light between his hands suddenly flourished, and one phantom figure after another walked out of his body and came to Lou Huang.

Or chop, or stab, or cut, or chop, or teasing, or piercing, every move is so natural, and every knife is so fatal.

As his footsteps fell, countless sword shadows appeared beside Lou Huang, and the surrounding vitality was torn into irregular flocculents.

The sword is the king of soldiers.

And in Wei Wuya's hands, the sword was already a symbol of Shinto.

This style of "Yue Hai Tide Sound" is a trick he realized after 18 years of watching the sea. Hidden and the same trend as heaven and earth, the four times are open, to soft and moving is also rigid, to quiet and virtuous, the road is obedient, bearing the sky and shape.

As a result of the sword intent, the strength followed, and the surrounding vitality formed layers of angry wave sounds with the traction of the knife qi.

Countless sword lights submerged into Lou Huang's body, but Lou Huang's expression did not change at all.

Dense knife marks appeared on the pale skin under the clothes that outsiders could not see, but they quickly disappeared without a trace. The surging energy rampaged through his body, but when the sword qi ran into it again, it gradually disappeared without a trace.

It was as if in the depths of Lou Huang's body, there was a fierce beast with a huge appetite that was constantly devouring these sword qi.

Wei Wuya's footsteps became faster and faster, and there were more and more sword shadows trapped around the barren building, and the sharp knife intent seemed to smash this space.

"Haha...... It's been a long time since I've had such a good time. This style of knife intent is hearty, and in time you will be able to reach the top of the knife, and such a character will die one less than one. I'll give you a chance, and if you can take my punch, I'll spare you your life. ”

Lou Huang looked up to the sky and smiled, but he didn't pay attention to the dense knife shadows around him.

The moment he raised his head, the ten-mile peach forest shook for a while, like a swaying water curtain, giving people an unrealistic feeling.

Lou Huang obviously didn't move, but his aura rose like a demon god.

Ten meters, twenty meters, forty meters, sixty meters, eighty meters, one hundred meters, swaying upward, as if there is no end. In the hearts of everyone, Lou Huang seems to be incarnated into an ancient giant who stands up to the sky, and the ten miles of peach forest are almost unfitted.

Wei Huansheng's expression became solemn for the first time, and only at this time would he make people feel that he was still a living person.

His steps slowed unconsciously, and his body seemed to be pressed against more than a dozen mountains, and every inch of distance he moved took all his strength.

The space seemed to be infinitely stretched, and Lou Huang was obviously standing less than a hundred meters in front of him, but it seemed to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.

"Jiupin!" Wei Wuya whispered to himself.