Many years later, countless people who have experienced the battle of the Rifle Inn can't help but mention the events of the year to others over and over again, especially the former underworld hero Nalan Xiaoshan and the knife in his hand.

That was the most cheating knife technique they had ever seen in their lives.

These people told their friends, relatives and juniors with great certainty that if they pushed forward 500 years and pushed back 500 years, there had never been such a hot, gorgeous, and beautiful knife technique in the world.

The knife came out, and between heaven and earth, only the brilliant sword light could be seen.

At that moment, the sword light filled the entire world, as if the gods had descended from the earth.

This is the cultivation of the sword technique to the extreme.

They bragged to people countless times, saying that Nalan Xiaoshan asked them at that time, saying: "Come and see, look at my Nalan Xiaoshan's knife, are you ...... fast?"

Quick, quick, fast......

Can this be fucking unpleasant?

The long knife swept by, and all the Zoroastrian masters were like chickens and dogs, turning to the ground one after another, and even Kurban, the right protector of Zoroastrianism, who was surrounded by heavy protection, wiped out his neck with the flying broadsword, and he didn't even have time to react to resist.

All this was so fast that everyone in the audience was stunned.

At that moment, Nalan Xiaoshan, who was about to be killed by the Zoroastrian people, suddenly seemed to be a different person.

At that moment, the man whose shadow had shrouded the northern rivers and lakes for fifty years seemed to have returned.

And from the perspective of the little carpenter, he could see the big knife in the hand of Nalan Xiaoshan, who was spurting blood, flying up, and then landed in front of the old castle master.

First, with a knife, just a knife, he directly slashed the old castle lord who was originally as terrifying as a desolate beast, and then, he didn't care about the old castle lord in the distance, but took the lead in killing the Zoroastrian crowd.

This time, he is no longer a soft persimmon.

With each swing of the sword, one person died, and then, looking at the enemy in front of him who was stacked on top of each other, as if facing a great enemy, he threw the sword out of his hand again.

This knife is just like that day, and it has taken countless lives in the course of going around and around. The Zoroastrian magic circle collapsed in an instant, and countless Zoroastrian heroes, even top masters like the eight-faced Mani, the Iron Leaf Scimitar, and the Turpan Volcano, were like chickens and dogs in front of him, and they were not worth mentioning at all.

He is the scorching sun.

As soon as the sun came out, both the bright moon and the starry sky were overshadowed by its brilliance.

There is no one who can stand in his light.

No one.

After the right protector Kurban was confined, the Zoroastrians immediately collapsed, and in the face of such a powerful and invincible enemy, these high-ranking Zoroastrian believers did not show the fanaticism of ordinary sect members after all, and began to choose to flee.

But how could that man allow the guy who had touched his tiger whiskers and offended his majesty to leave easily?

All the Zoroastrians who broke into it, except for the Turpan Volcano who escaped by having his right arm cut off, the rest of the people, even the eight-faced Mani and the Iron Leaf Scimitar, who were still able to fight in front of him just now, all died here, leaving no one behind.

And then, the old castle lord flicked his knife suddenly, and the big knife flew into the distance like a talisman, with a hula sound.