Silver filaments accompanied by golden rays, sweeping winds, and dementors are terrified.

Yue Zilan raised his hands together, and ten thin blades of more than two feet suddenly appeared between his ten fingers, breaking through the flying yellow sand and directly taking Yang Jun's door.

If you retreat, you will lose, and if you advance, you will win!

Under the glittering silver light, Yue Zilan's pale face became more and more hideous. The thin lips opened slightly, revealing two rows of white teeth clenched together, and their eyes were sharp, like the expression of some kind of carnivore seeing flesh and blood.

Although the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife is sharp, how old is he Chu Ke, and how much ability can he have?

It's just a matter of deterring those little hairy children who can't make it, can it really help themselves?

In fact, thinking of the ancient stories passed down by those old men, Yue Zilan thought that the old man's words were not necessarily correct.

Things are also time. Nowadays, things are people, no, not only that, the ten thousand butcher knife is no longer the original ten thousand butcher knife, and the person who holds the knife is not the high priest who can dominate the world and worship all beings.

Yue Zilan suddenly felt that his worries and fears were not necessary at all.

Yang Jun saw that Yue Zi rushed up, not worried but happy, and immediately shouted and raised his knife to meet him.

Although the bloodthirsty remnant soul is gone, the anger is gradually subsiding, and the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife no longer has the power to eat people's hearts, but the violent factor seems to have taken root in it, so that Yang Jun's first impression of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife is that this knife has a great temper.

The real person of Yushan once said that the soul of the ten thousand butcher knife is broken. Yang Jun may not have felt the temper of this knife for a long time, but today it seems to be a little awkward.

Probably, because there wasn't enough harvest today? When he slashed Yin Jinli's silver-bladed long sword, he obviously felt a tremor of excitement!

Yang Jun had never seen the sword soul, but he had a feeling in his dark that it seemed that the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife also had a vague hostility towards Yue Zilan, and he was eager to slash it hard.

war, why not?

Excitement, tremors, clanging.

The Ten Thousand Butcher Knife trembled, and from the moment it was raised, it slashed through the void, and Hula rolled up a huge phantom, trembling and humming.

The ten slender silver blades in front of Yue Zilan seemed to be coming towards Yang Jun all the time, but his figure seemed to be spinning rapidly, rolling up a storm, and the vast sand and dust swept in.

Looking at the four fields, it is the vast yellow sand, looking up at the sky, it is as clear as the blue sky smeared with colored pen. The color is monotonous to the extreme, simple to the extreme.

On top of this wilderness, a huge pillar several feet high and one zhang wide suddenly rolled up, which certainly made people's eyes more colorful, but also made people's hearts fearful.

Gu Jiuxin and Jing quietly frowned and stared at each other, not saying a word, just staring at the figure that looked a little small in front of the yellow sand pillar.

There seemed to be a lot of thoughts and thoughts in Jing Jing's mind, but he felt that he couldn't open his mouth and couldn't speak, so he could only squeeze the bracelet on his wrist tightly, his lips were pursed, and his lips were straight.

Gu Jiuxin stood straight, his head was high, his face was mostly covered under the tulle, his eyes revealed with a few traces of calmness, and his slender fingers were as long as jade holding the edge of Yasser, as beautiful as a fairy in a painting.

But only she knew that her hands were trembling slightly. The nails, which are as smooth as cherry blossom petals, have faded in blood, and the color of white bone faintly reveals between the knuckles due to excessive exertion.

yes, how can you not be nervous.

can handle it calmly, but because you have confidence and everything is under control.

Gu Jiuxin thought of what had been inquired about before, about Yue Zixi. In the end, the results presented were really limited.

Yue Zilan is a strange person, and his identity is also foggy. And this person, how his own cultivation is, she can't see through.

Gu Jiuxin looked left and right, but he could see that the word "danger" was left.

Dealing with such a dangerous person, and being an enemy, is really worrying.

However, isn't the Lord of the Divine Wood Order also mysterious and dangerous?

Gu Jiuxin was slightly stunned.

The success or failure of victory or defeat depends not only on the enemy, but also on your own strength. So, how about "Chu Ke"?

Gu Jiuxin thought that he might be more confident in "Chu Ke". Step by step, he walked steadily, and nothing went wrong.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared in her eyes, and she relaxed a little.

Song Qiao had just stripped Yin Jinli of his things and put them on, and before he could react again, he saw that Yue Zili's whole person almost turned into a sandstorm, galloping towards Yang Jun, and he was immediately frightened.

This, is this still human?

He was still checking the hand on his body, trembling, and slowly raised it, pointing to the increasingly heavy shadow in front of him.

The world is changing so fast, he really can't keep up!

Yue Zishan, hasn't Yue Zilan always been sick and slumped on his back like a shrimp, isn't he a sick man whose shoulders can never be straightened?

This momentum, this speed, a person who is half sick and dead, can have such momentum?

He still underestimated Yue Zilan too much!

What if I bet on the wrong treasure and win Yue Zi Ke?

Now, is it too late to return Yin Jinli's things? Yue Zilan stared at "Chu Ke" intently, shouldn't he have seen his own movements? I didn't eat much of the pill in the bottle, so Yin Jinli might not be aware of it, right?

Or should they run away while the two are fighting?

Song Qiao couldn't make up his mind, and his eyes were looking around.

Yin Jinli, whose gaze swept to the ground, suddenly burst out with a trace of fierceness in his eyes.

Yin Jinli's poison in the Ten Thousand Points of the Cold Star was quite ruthless, and it was difficult for the monks who cultivated under the young master to resist. He was now most conscious, and his hands and feet were limp and weak, and he couldn't move.

Even so, Yin Jin, who was lying on his back, couldn't see anywhere else, but stared at Song Qiao, his eyes were round, his eyes were almost bulging out of his sockets, and his eyes were full of hatred.

Stared at by this poisonous snake-like eyes, even if the heat was unbearable, Song Qiao shivered all over his body.

It doesn't work. Yin Jin knows everything!

Yin Jinli is violent, and he has a temperament that will be repaid, he has understood enough in the past two days. Yin Jinli must have guessed his intentions, and he will definitely not let go of himself!

Song Qiao tightly grabbed a small piece of clothing in front of him, stared down at Yin Jinli, his lips moved, but he suddenly decided one thing in his heart.

He clenched his teeth, and the sides of his cheeks, which had been emaciated after entering thousands of miles of yellow sand, were deeply sunken.

Song Qiao slowly squatted down, approached Yin Jinli, met the two devouring eyes, and said slowly: "Yin Gongzi, do you know that I want to escape by myself?" ”

Yin Jin's nose was relaxed, his eyes were slightly convex, his face was red and his neck was thick, and he was obviously angry.

How could he endure being betrayed by a dog he raised?

What Yin Jinli is thinking about now is how to skin and debone this bold dog and bury it in the yellow sand forever.

Song Qiao grinned and smiled very evilly.

"You must be thinking, how to skin me, pull my tendons, and cut my bones, so that I can't live in pain, and I can't die if I can't survive, right?"

Yin Jinli grinned, bared his teeth, and made a faint sound in his mouth. His lips trembled, not out of fear, but out of anger. Since entering the yellow sand, he has been immersed in this emotion almost all the time.

Song Qiao was obviously very familiar with his emotions.

His eyes flashed, he slowly pulled out a knife from his waist, and said with a cruel smile: "I know, so, I won't give you this chance." ”

If you don't do it, you don't stop it. At the last moment, you must stand on the line!

Yin Jin stared at Song Qiao's raised hand and the cold and bright short blade in his hand.

The short sword, which he knew, was presented by the servants of the Yin family, and it is said that it was cast with a celestial stone, cut gold and broken stone, and it was also exquisitely made, and the handle was inlaid with a neatly cut ruby.

Yin Jinli likes it very much and carries it with him.

Song Qiao's hand slowly lowered, and the tip of the sword got closer and closer to him. The sunlight reflected on the ruler-long short blade, reflecting the cold light of the forest, which made Yin Jinli close his eyes.

The light of the knife, and the light of Song Qiao's eyes, made him feel cold, even though behind him was the yellow sand that was so hot that the skin and flesh could be cooked.

Yin Jinli trembled all over, and really trembled.

"Young Master Yin." Song Qiao's grinning teeth seemed to be stained with some brown that shouldn't be there, I don't know what it was.

Yin Jinli was dazzled by the light of the knife, and he had to close his eyes, but he couldn't bamboo Song Qiao's somewhat hoarse voice penetrated into his ears.

Song Qiao's eyes were calm: "Master, don't worry, I will give you a good time!" ”

His voice was very small, and under the rolling wind and sand, in the clanging of ten thousand butcher knives, it did not cause any repercussions at all.

Gu Jiuxin and Jing quietly both stared at Yang Jun, and no one glanced at Song Qiao.

The yellow sand was all over the sky, with a blazing heat sweeping in, but the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife had a calm and condensed aura, which made Yang Jun feel that half of his body was a little cold.

One sword, sweep thousands of troops!

Yang Jun saw Yue Zi attacking, and couldn't help shouting "good".

The speed at which he swung his sword was naturally faster than Yue Zilan.

From right to left, the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife brought up a huge phantom, like a dense summer cloud, coming from the sky with a fierce momentum, quickly occupying the entire sky.

With a swoop, he broke through the maze of blazing yellow sand. A chill spreads.

Several shining silver rays intertwined, weaving into a fine net, and heading towards Yang Jun.

Yue Zilan was still undefended and insisted on attacking.

Yang Jun's eyes flashed slightly. Offense as defense? This is rare. However, perhaps it is also because I have too little experience.

He didn't think much about it, just concentrated on a little bit, and put all his thoughts and battle intentions on the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife.

The yellow sand collapsed and scattered to the ground, and Yue Zilan's pale face appeared behind the intertwined silver net. He pursed his lips, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and there seemed to be a smile on his face.

Yang Jun tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of a smile.

This thing looks happy? Great, I'm happy!

The silver net was cast, and at first it seemed to be overwhelming, and after the ten thousand butcher knives were swept away, it became tighter and tighter, and gradually became a small net bag, which was put on Yang Jun's head.

Yang Jun snorted coldly, and with a twist of his wrist, the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife that had been left behind him had already poked in front of him again.

Snort –

The silver net broke, and the silver light shattered to the ground, scattered on the yellow sand, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At the same time, a clear sound of breaking the air came from ahead. Through the scattered silver light, Yang Jun saw ten shining silver light short blades, like ten arrows, piercing his face, chest and abdomen, enveloping half of his body.

Quietly grunted, just swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his heart hung in the air again.

Gu Jiuxin's eyes closed slightly, and his expression tightened.

Yue Zilan narrowed his eyes, and the tails of his eyes, which had always been slightly upturned, curled more and more. There was a cold light leaking from his eyes, but it made people unable to see clearly.

He found that "Chu Ke" was inconvenient because of his lack of spiritual knowledge in the past, and the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife was too heavy, so he rarely moved and transferred when he held the knife, and he could rely on the benefits of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, and he had no need to move, and he was really immovable.

However, he himself is the most ingenious in his body, and he is agile and good at moving.

With your own strength, attack the enemy's short, use a skill, rely on a fast!

Yue Zilan is indeed fast enough. His short blade approached Yang Jun's door, not only making Jing quietly sweat, but also almost making Song Qiao, who was standing straight, exclaim.

Two-foot ......

One Foot ......

The short blade was getting closer and closer to Yang Jun, and Yue Zilan's eyes widened, bursting out with two cold lights.

As expected!

However, the thorn -

Boom!

The black shadow flashed in front of him, and after a sharp and piercing sound, the ten short blades were broken into two. Yue Zilan was kicked on the waist by Yang Jun, and Hulala flew out like a ball of sandbags, swept the ground, and buried himself in the opposite sand dune.

"Huh," Yang Jun snorted and pouted, "It's so boring." ”

Yue Zilan brushed across the hot sand, leaving a wide blood mark on the ground, like a paintbrush with bright colors.

The Ten Thousand Butcher Knife suddenly "buzzed", and the tip of the knife rushed forward almost uncontrollably, as if there was a huge magnet in front of it, and it was about to gallop towards the front.

"Oops!" Yang Jun hurriedly grabbed the handle of the knife, "What the hell!" ”

Yue Zilan raised his head from the sand with a shocked face, and turned his head to look at Yang Jun.

This glance made Yang Jun also stunned.

I saw that Yue Zilu's body was only close to the ground with his clothes torn, oozing some blood, and only a small abrasion on his face, which was much better than the miserable state he imagined.

After Yin Jinli was kicked over by him, his face covered with blood flashed in front of his eyes.

Is this because of his high cultivation, or is Yue Zilan talented? A trace of doubt flashed through Yang Jun's mind.

Behind him, a string of laughter suddenly came to mind.

"Hahaha, Yin Jin is dead! I killed Yin Jinli! I killed Yin Jinli! ”

Yang Jun and Yue Zilan's faces changed in unison.

Yue Zi's eyes showed a fierce light, Yang Jun looked inexplicable, and turned his head to look.

Song Qiao held a blood-dripping dagger in his hand, stood behind the hill and raised his head and laughed. There was a person lying horizontally at his feet, naturally Yin Jinli.

The blood on the dagger had coagulated, no, it had evaporated and congealed on the tip of the knife, which reflected the ruby on the hilt.

Pretty...... What a ghost!

The calm look on Yang Jun's face suddenly cracked a little, is this person crazy? (To be continued.) )