One slash and one chop, two knives touching.

A strong impact force directly pierced Ye Haotian's wrist, almost knocking the knife in his hand away, Ye Haotian looked at Zhao Laoxie with some shock, he didn't expect that he still had such a strong strength under the injury.

Zhao Laoxie succeeded in one blow, looked at Ye Haotian who took two steps back, and sneered twice.

"I didn't want to kill you, but since you are looking for death yourself, then Zhao Ye will fulfill you!"

Ye Haotian snorted coldly, and glanced at the crowd of people who were fighting not far away, his side had a great advantage in numbers, but it was only enough to withstand the remaining thirty or so cronies of Zhao Laoxi.

"It's not enough for you!" After speaking, Ye Haotian glanced at Du Wuming, and rushed towards Zhao Laoxi, the black long knife in his hand dragged behind him, turning into a phantom, and gradually disappeared into the night.

The surrounding shouts and killings came and went, the screams and the collision of weapons were endless, the whistling night wind blew from the north, blowing the bloody breath in the air into the distance, Ye Haotian only had Zhao Laoxi's ugly wolf face in his eyes, and the wolf face with fangs on his lips.

When he went out of the city, Ye Haotian took his senior brother to transform the black long knife with the mountain and river sword, in order to fight hand-to-hand tonight. In the past few months in Quicksand City, Ye Haotian has won against the enemy with a bow and crossbow mechanism, others only know that he is a natural marksman, and they only know that he has the cultivation of the middle stage of the Qi Transformation Realm, but they do not know that he is the rebirth of the Sword God, and he has a sword path cultivation that ordinary people can't imagine.

Zhao Lao's strength skyrocketed after the demonization, and his strength overwhelmed Ye Haotian by more than one head, which was a one-sided situation in anyone's eyes, but Ye Haotian didn't think so, just like he often said to Zhuzhu, there are many factors that determine the outcome of the battle, and cultivation is only one of them. He bent his body and rushed towards Zhao Laoxi, the long knife behind him swung rapidly, and a few phantoms slashed out again, and at the same time, the arm spiral blade on his left forearm was also thrown out.

Looking at the approaching phantom in front of him, Zhao Laoxi's miserable green eyes shot out two fine lights, he wasn't sure which phantom was real and which was fake, and the arm blade behind the phantom came first, obviously wanting to wait for him to resist the arm blade and reveal the flaw, the real sword shadow would fall! The scheming Zhao Laoxie saw through Ye Haotian's mind almost instantly, he suddenly let out a low roar, and the bristles all over his body were tightly attached to his body, looking like a layer of somewhat mottled armor, at the same time, the flame blade in his hand was even brighter, and the entire blade turned red, he held the fire knife in front of his chest and slashed towards those phantoms, completely ignoring the attack of the arm spinning blade!

The arm spinning blade stabbed into Zhao Laoxi's lower abdomen with a snort, and the spinning flying blade brought up a few wolf hairs, and at this time, Zhao Laoxi's fire knife had already slashed at the phantom of Ye Haotian's long knife!

The fire knife slashed down, as if slashed into the void.

Zhao Laoxie was stunned for a moment, his fire knife slashed at all the phantoms, how could it be that he didn't even cut one! At this moment, a cold and somewhat familiar aura struck his back! Zhao Laoxie immediately realized that something was wrong, and it was too late to withdraw to resist, so he could only turn his head sideways, and there was an extra bloody hole in his shoulder.

Du Wuxian smiled coldly with an iron rod, while Ye Haotian stared at Zhao Laoxie coldly.

"How can you know the Shadow Sword Technique, are you a disciple of the Shadow Sect?" Zhao Laoxie pulled out his arm and twisted his blade, and a vigilant look welled up in his eyes.

Ye Haotian glanced at the long knife in his hand, snorted coldly, and said, "What's the difference between yes and no? Anyway, you won't be able to leave tonight." ”

Du Wuming pulled away from the stance, "Yes, if you don't want to die, hurry up and hand over the "Luohe Books"!"

A layer of frost gradually appeared on Zhao Laoxie's face, and he looked very terrifying. He opened his mouth, revealing his hideous fangs, "If you have the ability, take it yourself!" As he spoke, Zhao Laoxie threw away the short knife in his hand, the fur on his body seemed to have become a little whiter, his sharp nails continued to stretch, and even the two eyeballs turned blood-red, he howled and pounced towards Ye Haotian, the speed was even faster than before he was injured.

Ye Haotian's pupils shrank slightly, and the long knife in his hand stabbed out from a tricky angle.

Zhao Laoxi's claws were like sharp arrows that kept retracting and shooting, the sound of clanging was endless, and the sound of claws and long knives colliding was like a buzzer, and in the blink of an eye, he had more than thirty hits with Ye Haotian.

Whew!

Another hard touch, Ye Haotian was shocked and took a few steps back, the aura gathered in his body dissipated instantly, Zhao Lao laughed evilly, and pulled a claw to Ye Haotian's chest, and the wolf claw that stretched forward and bent seemed to turn into a scythe of death at that moment, emitting a dazzling cold light, faster than lightning.

Disheveled!

Ye Haotian couldn't dodge, and slammed into the sand of the desert, the pain in his chest and back made him moan uncontrollably, and the knife in his hand also fell to the ground.

"Ah, Boss!"

Du Wuxian, who was on the side, let out an exclamation, raised the iron rod in his hand and pounced on Zhao Laoxi, Zhao Laoxie swung out with a claw, and flew out with the stick.

"Ye Haotian, I really overestimate you. ”

Xue San walked to Ye Haotian's side with a cruel smile, and slowly raised his sharp claws, "I knew that you were so weak, I really shouldn't have left you to live until ...... present."

Before the word 'in' came out, Zhao Laoxie suddenly felt a dangerous aura appear in the air, he hurriedly raised his head, and found that a purple cloud appeared in the clear night sky at some point.

"It's ......"

Zhao Laoxie was slightly stunned, and before he could react, a beeping thunder sound sounded in the purple clouds, and then, seven or eight purple thunder pillars that almost illuminated the entire desert appeared in the purple clouds.

These thunder pillars were intertwined with each other like vines, and as soon as they appeared in the air, they slammed into the ground, splashing countless gravel and gravel, enveloping Ye Haotian and Zhao Laoxi.

"It's Nianshi's thunderstorm technique!"

At the moment when the purple thunder pillar fell, Zhao Laoxi's face changed drastically, and he turned around and ran away with a scream, but before he could lift his feet, he was slammed to the ground.

Everyone on the battlefield was attracted by this sudden change, and in the wilderness a few miles away, two slender figures on horses also looked up at the direction where Lei Zhu appeared, and one of them shouted in surprise.

"Hurry! It's right there! It's thunderstorm again, it's so powerful!"

A strange thought suddenly appeared in the other figure's heart, and the little hand holding the reins was pulled tightly, and the cloak behind him was constantly fluttering in the night.

......

......

Lei Zhu only existed for a short time before it slashed into Ye Haotian and Zhao Laoxi's bodies.

The terrifying heavenly thunder made Zhao Laoxie almost stupid, and he was seriously injured before he even figured out who cast this thunder curse.

There was a pungent smell of burnt paste in the air.

Zhao Laoxie got up with difficulty, and looked at the hair on his body that was curled up by the thunder and lightning, and a whole piece of fur on his back was directly lifted off, and he couldn't help but be shocked. He glanced at Ye Haotian, who was scorched and motionless on the ground, and looked around suspiciously, trying to find out the Nian Master who cast the thunderstorm technique, but in the end he found nothing, and suddenly realized the situation at this moment, and he didn't dare to stop and turn around and want to escape.

At this moment, a sharp sound of breaking the air was heard in the distance.