The two deacons, who had been standing on the chains, had been keeping their eyes closed—suddenly opened their eyes.

The two of them looked at the two of them who had skyrocketed in the killing machine on the life and death battle platform, and their eyes showed a trace of interested emotional fluctuations, which were smaller than the slightest fluctuation formed by the drizzle lightly touching the water.

You must know that from the beginning of their movements, until this time, they are indistinguishable from two statues that look like 'monkeys'.

Li Yang's hands were clenched into fists, his waist was half bowed, and his lips opened and closed in a rapid movement—the sound he made was only clear to his own heart: Chu Heizi made - kill him, Chu Heizi make - kill him, Chu Heizi make - kill him......

The black shadow and the green shadow on the platform of life and death moved to kill each other.

Stampede Tread...... Trample!

Stampede Tread...... Trample!

The two of them stepped on the ground with their right feet at the same time, and the rain exploded a foot high, and the killing move was slashed:

The mortal-level sword trick is the end of the road - the Kuihu who rose into the air slashed down with a sword.

The mortal-level sword trick is inferior to the * battle knife and moves the magic mountain with one finger - the jumping Chu Xingye slashes out with one sword.

Dangdangdang –

Dangdangdang –

The two figures collided together in an instant in the air, and when the sword rose and fell, they passed by.

The two figures turned around at the same time in the wind and rain, and the rain in the air exploded in all directions.

"How much force did you use?" Kui Hu's eyes stared at Chu Xingye's silver eyes, these silver eyes were so beautiful, I don't know what it would taste like if I dug it out and ate it—it must be better than the blood on his body.

"Seven points of strength," Chu Xingye glanced at a finger-wide knife wound on Kuihu's abdomen, this knife wound flowed out like a 'flood' under the heavy rain, and said regretfully: "You have a lot of blood, isn't it a pity for you!"

"You really look down on me, and you only use seventy percent of your strength. Kuihu laughed and swallowed the "River of the Future", "Hahaha~~~~ I only use seventy percent of my strength." ”

"Then it looks like we're going to have to fight again. "Chu Xingye raised his knife and cut off the corner of his clothes, wrapped the sword wound in his abdomen, and tightened the 'generosity' of the wound - grandma's! The blood of the young master is very precious, and you are still so generous, it is simply too wasteful, and you owe a beating.

Kui Hu saw Chu Xingye's movements, and the corners of his eyes trembled. The left hand took off his clothes to reveal a tiger's back, bronzed skin, and a hundred new and old scars on his back, not including the two new wounds he had received before.

The young man in Tsing Yi wrapped the wound in his abdomen with his clothes and tied it tightly, and this battle was destined to be a long-lasting hard battle.

At this time, the two of them wrapped their wounds with their clothes, and the blood quickly dyed the clothes wrapped around them red, except for the same race.

Every battle between the occultists was extraordinarily cruel, destined to end at the cost of one party's life, not including the fighting, of course. And the subtle changes in each battle, such as grass movements, and the wind can affect a battle, so that the situation changes against the sky.

"Use your full strength! you'll never get a chance after this blow. Kuihu raised his sword, and with a twist of his arm, the sword pulled out a sword flower in the rain.

Although the sword flower is beautiful, it can still kill.

The rain in the air gradually became lighter, and it seemed that everything was about to end.

"Then are you ready to hand over your head to me!" Chu Xingye stretched out his left hand, bent and hung in the air, holding the knife flat on his left arm with his right hand, taking a step back with his right foot, leaning downward, and raising his right heel again.

"I'm sorry! I should have said that to you. The sword was erected in front of him, the ring finger and little finger of his left hand were bent, and the thumb was pressed against the knuckles of the two fingers, which were attached to the blade. The breathing rate in the mouth changed and maintained a special frequency fluctuation, the chest rose and fell, and sneered: "Are you ready to give me your head!"

The killing machine is back in time.

A black-robed man walked from the hillside towards the Altar of Life and Death, with a pair of eagle eyes revealing under the black robe, a white delicate sword at his waist, and a young man in white clothes behind him.

"Damn! It's a joke that two scum who have just entered the third grade have become peerless masters. The young man in white stood behind the black-robed man with his hands on his chest, looked at the two people facing each other on the stage of life and death, and said in a low voice, "Boss, the silver waste is destined to die under the hands of Kuihu, why should we come to see it." ”

"I want him to die with hatred and willingness. The black-robed man held the sword at his waist tightly, his five fingers were white, and a pair of eagle eyes stared at the black-clothed silver-eyed young man on the battle platform.

"Boss, Gongziyu is really here. The young man in white looked at the young man in white standing under the umbrella in the distance, his face was filled with endless jealousy, a pair of sword eyebrows exploded, and the tips of his eyebrows touched the hair.

"He came better, and he had no regrets about seeing Silver Waste die in front of him. The black-robed man looked sideways at the white-clothed boy with a pig's head and a fat face under an umbrella.

Suddenly, the pupils of everyone watching the battle contracted, and the right feet of the two people on the life and death platform trembled at the same time, and their bodies moved to kill each other.

Stomp Trample - Kill the Night with a thunderous slash.

Mortal-level knife trick in the middle grade * wind full of long sky * slash

Stomp trample - Kui Hu stabbed out with a sword.

Mortal-level sword trick medium grade * wind and frost shattered shadow * thorn

A sound of footsteps sounded again, and every step the two of them took was the rain exploding, and the murderous aura skyrocketed.

Swords and swords collide again.

After a sword, a wave of rain on the platform of life and death took the shape of a ball, and arrows shot away from the two of them as the center.

Kui Hu smiled darkly, took his hand off the sword, and punched Chu Xingye, who had not changed his sword.

Rumble~~~

Half bowed, his back slid back sharply, and Chu Xingye's feet cut through the stagnant water on the ground to form a huge wave. When the silver-eyed young man's legs stopped, he was already ten feet away.

Poof! Chu Xingye opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood, his right knee was half kneeling on the ground, and the body of the night-killing knife was already a bloody knife by him, and he held it in his hand and inserted it into the ground trembling slightly.

"Tut-tut~~ The King of the Prime-Chu Xingye, why is he so embarrassed!" Kui Hu stood empty-handed in the center of the life and death platform, and the silver-eyed young man who was kneeling on the ground with his back to his right knee laughed and said, "Hahahaha...... That's just the case with the King of the First Striker. ”

Kui Hu's sword was cut off by Chu Xingye, and fell three zhang away behind Kui Hu.

The white-clothed girl at the top of the mountain frowned, a red phoenix appeared in her eyes, and the wind and rain around her body stagnated and returned to normal.

The raindrops hit the ground, leaving craters and muddy water rolling down the hillside like cobwebs.

"Damn! This bastard is playing yin. Li Yang on the mountain peak couldn't help but open his mouth and scolded, "You are a forked, not a thing, you are actually playing yin! You say you, you don't practice the sword, you practice the sword, you still don't practice the sword, you don't practice the sword, you don't practice the sword, you don't practice the iron sword, you practice the silver sword...... You fool of a pit man. ”

“...... You've lived to the point where you've wasted food, so you might as well ...... yourself with a sword now."

The people around him who wielded swords stared at someone's back with murderous expressions, swallowing his flesh and drinking his blood with hatred. If it weren't for someone on the platform of life and death, they would have pulled him to the platform of life and death and slaughtered him. Even the two deacons turned their heads to stare at someone murderously.

Someone who was scolding Huan - suddenly felt a chill on the soles of his feet, his wet clothes were about to freeze, and his right palm habitually wiped from his chin to the back of his head, and the sight around him was like a pinprick. He knew what was causing him to feel frozen all over.

The bald boy said innocently: "I didn't scold you, I just scolded the shameless guy on the stage, he actually played yin ......"

The killing eyes of the crowd were sheathed.

The bald boy exhaled heavily, and scolded in his heart, I will scold you for biting me!!

The Kui Hu on the battle platform turned to look at the bald head on the mountain peak and scolded: "You stupid fork actually scolded Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu was killed with a sword,"

"You still dare to scold your grandfather, I see that you are a stupid duck, faceless and skinless, and come out to be embarrassed, disgusting your grandfather and me......"

Kuihu opened his mouth and spat out, "You"

"-You're my son, why don't you kowtow to your father and me a hundred times, you idiot fork baby......"

"I,"

"-I'm your father, you admit it, your father doesn't see you as fast as you,"

- "Shut up," Deacon Zhang was shocked with murderous anger and shouted, "If you scold people or affect the battle on the platform of life and death, this deacon will punish you severely." ”

"I," the bald boy opened his mouth,

"Shut up. Deacon Zhang's eyes showed murderous intent, and red Xuan Qi light waves appeared on his body.

Li Yang was about to speak,

"—Ah Yang, be quiet, I'm fine. Chu Xingye, who was half-kneeling, said calmly, "Be obedient." ”

"Are you really okay?" Li Yang asked uneasily, his right hand clenched subconsciously.

"Don't worry, the master's life is hard, he can't take the master's head. Chu Xingye slowly stood up and stood in front of him.

"Be careful, slaughter this insidious creature. Li Yang roared.

"Hmm. Chu Xingye nodded slightly.

Kui Hu glanced disdainfully at Chu Xingye, who stood up, with the corner of his eyebrows, "Joke! Now that you have been punched by me, do you want to defeat me with a serious injury-whimsical, wishful thinking." ”

Chu Xingye raised his knife and pointed at Kuihu and said, "Before the last breath, everything will happen, including your death." ”

Kuihu walked towards Chu Xingye step by step, bent down and picked up the broken sword that fell to the ground, the sword was cut off by a third, the strength of the silver waste really cannot be underestimated, and it can actually cut off my mortal high-grade Yin human sword with one sword, if it weren't for me to hide the killing move, this broken sword would be my end. He held the broken sword in his hand and shook it, and his back was cold: "This blow is very unexpected by you!"

The weapons used by the occult cultivators can be divided into mortal weapons, spiritual weapons, and mysterious weapons...... The weapons of each level are divided into upper, middle and lower grades, and ordinary people with a mysterious weapon can fight hundreds of soldiers who have been on the battlefield in one battle.

Now that Kuihu is standing on the high seat of absolute superiority, he doesn't mind dragging a little more time to play with the embarrassed prey in front of him.

The happiest moment for the victor is to watch his prey generate endless fear in front of him, and then slaughter him with his sword, sword by sword.

His art of killing is to cut people as vegetables, and his reputation is Lingchi.

"Your weapon turned out to be your fist," Chu Xingye looked up at Kui Hu's fists that were bigger than normal, "Your sword move is just a means to paralyze your enemy, abandon your sword move at a critical moment, abandon your sword and use a deliberate punch - this is what you call fighting with all your might!"

"You have been laying out since you came to power, and your strength, madness, perversion and other behaviors are paralyzing my enemy. Chu Xingye raised his right hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "What a good one to abandon the sword and kill the fist." You're a good enemy, a bad friend. ”

"Haha - is it useful to post-mortem that? If you want to die in a way that you understand - you've succeeded. The words fell, and the sword in Kuihu's hand was stunned.

"I've said it's too early to say it's over-really! Master won't lie to you~," Chu Xingye smiled evilly.

With his brows furrowed, Kui Hu looked at Chu Xingye with a smile, and the vigilance of a wolf rose in his heart. The smile told him that he might have rejoiced too soon, and that an enemy who received his fatal punch could kill him in a critical moment.

Kui Hu, who threw away the sword in his hand, clenched his hands into fists one after the other, and stepped forward with his right foot, his body like a predatory beast. The breath of the whole body tightened onto the enemy, except for the tense feet, the rest of the parts relaxed, especially his fists were relaxed on the outside and tense on the inside.

When his fist hits within half an inch of the enemy's body, his fists explode - the muscles and bones of the whole body, from loose to tight, burst out of power, and attack the enemy's body: one punch to kill people.

Seeing your serious appearance, the young master really hates himself a little - isn't it better to defeat the strong with the weak! ”

Chu Xingye put the knife on his right shoulder, his eyes were half-narrowed, and a silver killing machine shot out from his eyes, and the qi of his whole body changed, just like a silver-eyed killing god holding a knife.

"Young master, Chu Xingye took the punch of the Kui Hu, and it seemed that he was okay at all, what was going on?" asked the pig-headed and fat-faced pig Lao San to the white-clothed young man in front of him.

"If he is ordinary, then he is not Chu Xingye. Half of his delicate chin was exposed under the umbrella, and his cold voice was mixed with heat.

The King of the First Striker, Chu Xingye, was once a legend, and that legend was only known to a few people.