At this time, he slashed the long knife in his hand to the ground, using the tip of the long knife as the fulcrum, and the entire upper body lay forward to avoid the knife behind him.

One of the two is a fierce general on the battlefield who has experienced life and death, and the other is a peak dead soldier hiding in the shadows and not knowing how many lives have been harvested.

The falling snow in the sky seemed to be even more violent, and the snowflakes that lingered around the two of them were not only the falling snow in the sky, but also the two of them fighting to the death. Kicking, swaying snow.

The snowflakes are no longer complete, the snow chips are filled with clumps, and if you don't have enough eyesight, you can hardly see the two of them.

In the world covered in silver, the two figures, like a dragon and a flying flower, have a heroic and violent beauty between vertical and horizontal.

The bitter cold wind, mixed with the endless roar of knives, the falling snow, mixed with the splashing snow.

All of a sudden, I saw snowflakes dancing wildly, figures floating, and I couldn't tell the difference, how many times did the two fight each other, only the sound of "dang, dang, dang......." The sound of the double knife fighting, the bamboo tube poured beans came, indicating that they were fighting.

The battle lasted for nearly an hour and a half, and the two of them were still fighting fiercely, murderous, and the cold air steaming on their bodies had already filled with water vapor, snowflakes and water mist were intertwined, hazy and violent.

The flowers are gradually charming to the eyes, and the snow can cover the eyes even more.

In the midst of the earth's essence and qiongzhi, there is gradually a burst of blood light, which is poignant and cold, transpiring and magnificent.

Zhu Li took advantage of Zhou Chenghui's eyes narrowing slightly, trying to listen to the wind and argue, a knife was swung out, as fast as an arrow, and stabbed directly into Zhou Chenghui's chest, and when Zhou Chenghui noticed the wind, it was too late, in a hurry, he just avoided the vital point, and the knife was ruthless, and he was directly pierced by Zhu Li's knife through the left shoulder.

Under the pain, a good Zhou Chenghui, I saw that his brows did not wrinkle, he was stabbed in the shoulder, he didn't care, the bee's waist moved slightly, and a soft sword on his waist popped out, almost at the moment when Zhu Li stabbed him, the soft sword that popped out suddenly straightened, Zhou Chenghui took the sword with his knife, stabbed it out, and went straight to Zhu Li's throat.

The soft sword was straight, stabbing like light, and the speed was extremely fast, Zhu Li only had time to turn his head, and the soft sword stabbed against his neck, such a sinister sword, Zhu Li was terrified in a cold sweat.

Avoiding the fatal blow, Zhu Li hurriedly drew his knife and retreated, but how could Zhou Chenghui give up, the soft sword failed, he didn't care about the blood on his left arm bursting out, and wiped it, wanting to take the opportunity to cut off Zhu Li's head.

Peeking a glimpse of the other party's gesture, Zhu Li knew what the other party wanted to do, and in desperation, Zhu Li instantly stretched out his empty left hand and grabbed it on the soft sword, ignoring the bleeding palm at all, and clamped the opponent's soft sword so that he couldn't move.

The two separated, Zhou Chenghui covered his injured left shoulder, and Zhu Li directly waved a knife to cut off a piece of clothing and wrapped it around his left hand, and then looked at each other.

"Your Excellency, good intentions." Zhu Li stared at Zhou Chenghui coldly, and said gloomily.

"Hmph" Zhou Chenghui snorted coldly when he heard this, and while wrapping the soft sword around his waist again, he reached out and felt a white slender strip of cloth, which was wrapped around the wound as if no one was around, and then said coldly: "I am a dead soldier, between you and me, either you die or I die, in my opinion, this is just an ordinary means." ”

When Zhu Li heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, the other party had never exposed the soft sword from the beginning, so he always thought that the other party was a swordsman, until the time when he was killed with one blow, Zhou Chenghui sacrificed the soft sword, it was a life-threatening sword, and the sword would inevitably see blood, and there would be no return without blood.

If it weren't for his quick reaction, he would definitely die here today, it's too insidious, Zhu Li still had a little palpitations when he thought of the thrilling scene just now.

They only treated each other's wounds a little, and then they fought again, but in this battle, Zhu Li had an advantage, and Zhou Chenghui was injured. Much heavier than him, and continuing to fight is obviously beneficial to him.

Sure enough, in less than half an hour, Zhou Chenghui could only barely resist, without the slightest strength to fight back, seeing that victory was in sight, Zhu Li's knife was faster than a knife, and a knife was as fierce as a knife.

"When"

The two knives exchanged blows again, Zhu Li swung away the opponent's long knife with a knife, Zhou Chenghui opened the empty door, his face was pale, such an opportunity, it was the time to slash and kill the other party and pay tribute to the ghost and the hero's soul, Zhu Li was naturally unceremonious, a knife vertical and horizontal, swinging it with all his strength, and striving to kill with one blow.

"Huh"

"Ding, Ding, Ding......"

Suddenly, there was a murderous aura, and there was a sound from behind him, the sound of a sharp weapon piercing through the air, and the sound of a sharp blade cracking snowflakes.

Sensing this, Zhu Li's expression was shocked, and he secretly exclaimed that it was not good, there was even a master in secret, but at this time, his long knife had already been swung out, and it seemed too late to return to help, with his feelings, Zhu Li's knife was not completed, and his body immediately turned to the side vertically, trying his best to avoid the murderous lock.

"Poof"

With a sharp weapon entering his body, Zhu Li suddenly felt a chill in his left shoulder, followed by a tingling pain, although he had tried his best to dodge, but still did not avoid the blow of the incoming person.

Ignoring the trauma, Zhu Li turned his left shoulder out of the sharp weapon, divided, divided, and jumped to the side with all his might, only then did he turn his head and look, and a fairy-like figure came into view.

Come to the humane bun, gray robe hunting, snowflakes all over the sky, not a piece of snow sticks.

This is a Taoist, with long eyebrows and long hair, extraordinary, fluttering and awe-inspiring.

There is a sword in the hand of the Taoist, the sword has been unsheathed, Qingfeng is sticky red, reflecting the snow and cold, and a little red on the tip of the sword is Zhu Li's blood.

He just stood there, and the awe-inspiring aura that emerged from his body was like a tyrannical torrent, surging in, directly surging towards Zhu Li.

The Taoist looked at Zhu Li, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and his clear voice suddenly sounded: "Heaven is evil, it is forgivable, self-inflicted, and you cannot live; Zhu Li, a creature who died unjustly in Xia Sui's states, is here to collect debts. ”

Zhu Li frowned, took the opportunity to swing his knife again and cut off a piece of his clothes, quickly wrapped it around his left shoulder, and said coldly: "Who are you?" ”

When the Taoist heard this, his expression was indifferent, and he said lightly: "It doesn't matter who the poor Dao is, the important thing is that today next year is your sacrifice day." ”

"Hahaha, what the Taoist chief said is right, since the Taoist chief is also here to kill Zhu, if the Taoist chief kills Zhu, do you know who the Taoist is, what's the use; However, if the Taoist chief dies at the hands of Zhu, a reluctant and evil person like you, Zhu doesn't know who you are, and it doesn't matter. ”

Zhu Li was angry, this old man looked like a dog, and when he started to do things, he did it like this, and he didn't even say a word, but he suddenly struck a blow, almost killing him, and it was inevitable that it would be uncomfortable to put this matter on anyone.

In the face of Zhu Li's reprimand, the Taoist still didn't seem to care, I don't know what the reason was, he sighed and said: "Poor Dao is from Yanshan, he is an idle person, and he doesn't intend to kill, but the teacher's life is difficult, and it's strange to blame you for making too many evils, which has attracted the attention of the family teacher." ”

When Zhu Li heard this, his face was ugly, someone actually accused him of doing too much evil in person, and he didn't know what the reason was, what else could he do under such inexplicability, except for a black face and a calm response, he couldn't do anything else at all.

The Taoist is very strong, and his momentum is even stronger than Zhou Chenghui, in the face of this person, Zhu Li bowed his waist, on full alert, and did not dare to slack off at all, for fear that every trace of negligence may become a fatal flaw.

Seeing Zhu Li silent, Lao Dao thought that the other party was guilty and speechless, and didn't want to drag it any longer, only to see his long sword swing out, a sword like light, and flew towards Zhu Li mercilessly.

In the face of this bull's nose that suddenly appeared, Zhu Li didn't dare to be careless, don't forget, there is also a Zhou Chenghui next to him, although he has no power to fight back just now, but who knows, he has other means.

The sword light flashed, a knife light was cold in the sky, Zhu Li was not discouraged, he walked with the knife, the knife broke through the sky, and brazenly and resolutely met this old way.

Lao Dao's skills are definitely stronger than Zhu Li and Zhou Chenghui, and Zhu Li is seriously injured, although in a hurry, he simply bandaged the wound, but with people, the wound will continue to crack, dripping with blood, still bubbling and overflowing.

"When"

The swords intersected, Zhu Li swung away the opponent's long sword with a knife, the long knife attacked non-stop, the sword wind blended, silent, avoiding countless snowflakes, passing through the vacuum between each other, like a muffled thunder and a flash, fast as a frightening flood, straight to the throat of the other party.

In the face of Zhu Li's sharp knife, the Taoist was calm and steady as a rock, seeing that a knife through the throat was about to make a contribution, I saw his figure a sway, and the whole person suddenly turned into a willow in the breeze, and his body was like a ripple in a small lake.

Avoiding the killing move, the Taoist body method does not stop, stomp on the ground with one foot, and rise up, like a flying swallow in the clouds, a sword swept out, splitting the light and overlapping shadows, stabbing at Zhu Li's vital body, virtual and real, real and virtual, I can't see which sword is a real move, which sword is a false move.

A knife missed, Zhu Li's face was calm, his body kept rushing forward, his wrist moved, the long knife rotated, and the knife was used as a spear.

"When, when, when......"

Several blows, fleeting, the old Dao's superb sword skills, still failed to pierce the rotating knife curtain, naturally could not shake Zhu Li in the slightest.

Look at the old way again, with the help of the power of the sword exchange, he jumped up again, his body flipped in the air, spun like an eagle, and rose to the highest with the momentum of the eagle striking the sky, and then immediately turned sharply, and a sword fell into the sky, as fast as a meteor, stabbing at the top of Zhu Li's head.

The strange body and such magical martial arts made Zhu Li dumbfounded, and in desperation, Zhu Li had to use a trick that was famous all over the world and passed down through the ages.