At night, the moon and stars are scarce.

Three miles away from Shang Town, the cold moonlight was sprinkled on his body, Shang Luo held the ink in his hand, standing quietly on a branch, the lush canopy of the tree covered his figure, and he couldn't see it really.

Not far away, in the middle of the avenue, three black shadows were arguing fiercely, and the noise drowned out the incessant insect chirping in the surrounding bushes.

Really.

Standing on the tree, Shang Luo's expression was not much surprised.

Those three black shadows were the three guards of the second son of the Xiao family that he had met during the day.

Tonight, he was thinking of bringing back the gold, silver, and night pearls hidden outside the city to the inn, but suddenly he noticed someone following him, so he hid in the tree.

"The road is narrow. ”

Staring at the short figure in the center, Shang Luo had a touch of coldness on the corner of his mouth.

"I said a long time ago, I should kill him after I get out of the city, I blame you, I have to say that the movement is too big, now it's okay, that kid is gone directly, I'll see how you explain to the second son?" The white-robed man with a mole on the tip of his nose spread his hands and said angrily.

"How did I know that kid was so fast. The tall and thin man who was complained about knew that he was wrong, and muttered helplessly on his face.

After receiving the killing order from the second son, the three of them have been following the kid.

I felt that I had to delay my efforts for several days, who would have expected that kid would go out of the city alone without fear of death.

After realizing that he was nine out of ten, he suggested staying away, so as not to be found and cause unnecessary trouble.

It stands to reason that they are both refining bodies, and their short-distance attacks are not inferior to war horses, and they will not lose them even if they are far away, but the fact is that they have indeed lost the trace of that kid.

"Would that kid have run away a long time ago, or Brother Wang, let's tell the second son directly that we have killed that kid, how about it?" The white-robed man with a mole on the tip of his nose had an idea and suggested.

"Not very good. Wang Hu snorted heavily, glared at the white-robed man fiercely, and then continued to look at the surrounding environment.

As the head of the guard guarding the second son, he didn't need to take action in person on this errand, and the reason why he ran out all the way out was mainly because he fell in love with the black knife in the hand of the young man in the day.

The knife is a good knife, but it's a pity to follow the wrong owner.

"The three of you followed all the way, but are you looking for me?"

Jumping down from the tree lightly, Shang Luo first cleaned the leaves on his body, and then stood there calmly, looking at the three people ten meters away, and said lightly.

"Looking for you, of course, looking for you. ”

The goal of hard search suddenly appeared in front of them, and Wang Hu and the three of them were stunned for a moment, and then overjoyed.

Especially Wang Hu, the treasure knife was lost and recovered, and it couldn't be more surprising to him.

"Boy, you said you ran away, why do you have to come out? Isn't this forcing Lao Tzu to kill you?" Pulling out the knife from the sheath, Wang Hu stretched out his rough tongue and licked the bright blade, and red blood oozed from the tip of his tongue and stained the blade.

"I said kill you, do you believe it?"

Mo Li appeared in Shang Luo's hand, and the pitch-black blade glowed with a chill in the moonlight.

"Kill me?"

Wang Hu laughed out loud, and the expression on his face became more and more hideous.

He stared greedily at the pitch-black ancient knife in Shang Luo's hand, and said with a cruel smile: "Such a good knife, it's really a waste to put it in the hands of you, a hairy boy." ”

"Kill me, and the sword will be yours. ”

"You don't need to say it, the knife naturally belongs to Lao Tzu. ”

As soon as the words fell, Wang Hu rushed forward, the war knife in his hand slashed down, and the incomparable strength gathered on this knife, and the air was faintly heard with a tearing sound.

Since he was a child, he has been bigger than the people around him, and he is not a natural divine power, but he can also be the rest of the guards who are both refining bodies, and his strength is not half as big as his.

If he is dealing with a master of the same level, his knife is enough to shock the opponent's mouth numb, and even take off the weapon.

In the early years, he relied on this trick to subdue several masters, and once became the big boss of Bashan Jiuzhai, if he was not targeted by the Xiao family, he would still be living happily in the mountains.

To deal with a master of the same level, he only needs two knives, and in the face of the little ghost in front of him, he is confident that he can distinguish life and death with one sword.

"Khooth!"

"How is it possible, this kid can actually carry Brother Wang's knife?" Next to him, the white-robed man with a mole on the tip of his nose was watching the play with his shoulders hugged, and when he saw this scene, he almost bit his tongue off.

How difficult Wang Hu's knife is, these people who often spar with him know it all too well.

The momentum is heavy, and it is difficult to be strong.

If you don't know the details in advance and resist hard, you will fail miserably without two knives.

"Don't worry, Brother Wang must be releasing water? It's like a cat catching a mouse, how can there be a reason to catch it at once, can't you enjoy the pleasure of hunting?" the tall thin man shrugged his shoulders and said leisurely.

"Good. ”

At the same time, when the two guards were watching the play with confidence, Wang Hu was secretly shocked in his heart, he actually had a feeling of slashing at cotton with the knife just now, and he had nowhere to use his strength.

This is an extremely clever method of unloading, and he has not encountered it before, but those are all swordsmen in their thirties and forties, how can they be as young as the young man in front of them.

"Boy, the knife skills are good, you can take the knife from Uncle Ben, you are proud enough. ”

Wang Hu sneered, his eyes drifted to Shang Luo's hands, and when he saw the withered yellow hands trembling faintly, he knew that the young man in front of him was not as relaxed as he seemed.

"It should feel good to kill a genius. Licking his fat lips, Wang Hu's face showed a touch of fierceness.

Striding forward, and then slashing out, if he still had a little contempt for the previous knife, he did not give full play to his strength, but this knife, he has already used the peak level.

Fierce and domineering, he slashed straight at Shang Luo's chest, if this knife was solid, it was enough to disembowel.

Seeing this knife, Shang Luo was not surprised.

Originally, he had more ways to deal with the three of them.

It's just that, after his research, the [Tyrant Knife] can increase his progress by killing people, absorbing dead qi and murderous energy, but [Knife Technique] requires him to fight against masters from all walks of life in order to make extremely fast progress.

It was also with the idea of using Wang Hu to practice swords, so he showed up, otherwise he could have chosen a better method, such as a shocking stabbing sneak attack.

"This knife can't be hard-wired. ”

Shang Luo's heart was awe-inspiring, and the black and red qi came out of his body and condensed on the knife.

took two steps back, and the ink in his hand was like a spirit snake, instantly entangled, and then flicked, sweeping Wang Hu's knife to the side.

"Tear the ......"

In the flash of light, the long knife moved to the left an inch, and although it failed to disembowel Shang Luo, it also cut his left arm.

"Damn ......"

Wang Hu was annoyed that he couldn't make a contribution, and he shouted angrily, just as he wanted to continue slashing, but saw a narrow black knife sliding against the back of the war knife in his hand.

"......"

This kind of sound is not the crisp sound of a sword at the touch of a sword, it is more harsh, and it is more terrifying in Wang Hu's ears.

At this moment, Shang Luo held Mo Li with both hands and split his head.

The blade was pitch black, glowing with a little gold, Wang Hu's eyes widened, a little sluggish, just when he thought he was about to die, the imaginary blade did not split.

Shang Luo held Mo Li and stopped in front of Wang Hu's head, his wrist reversed, and the slightly upturned tip of the knife was at the door of his head, and a drop of blood poured out.

With such a good practice object, he is not ready to kill it now, no matter how he says it, he has to wait until the [Sword Technique] can not be promoted before killing.

"Go on. ”

Tilting his head, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Shang Luo's mouth, and in just a few rounds, his progress in [Sword Technique] was 1% longer.

"Shaft Ann dares to deceive me?"

Wang Hu was so angry that the drama he had listened to in the past popped out of his mouth unconsciously, and after he took a few steps back, he touched his brain, feeling the residual pain on it, which was both ashamed and angry.

The ants he thought he had turned out to be a beast of the flood, a change he never expected.

"Let's go together. ”

His eyes changed for a moment, Wang Hu waved his hand, and said angrily.

He wanted to kill Shang Luo alone before, for the sake of that black knife, which was also a kind of prestige, he and the other guards were both refining and dual, if he didn't show an advantage in the battle record, how could he lead the other four.

But now the idea is too strong, and he has to give up his dignity and choose to besiege together.

The tiny details of Shang Luo's frowning were seen by him, and he sneered in his heart, and only such a young chick could do the stupid thing of letting the tiger return to the mountain.

After a while, he must dismantle the young man in front of him in eight pieces, so as to wash away the humiliation he had just received.