He pulled out two knives.

"Zheng!Zheng!"

But there were three crisp knife sounds.

Because at the same time as he pulled out the two firewood knives, his right hand was twice as fast as his left hand, and he pulled out the last firewood knife again.

The two hatchets fell into his left and right hands, but the last one fell into his mouth.

Within a radius of ten zhang, it suddenly became mysterious at this moment.

It was as if everything ceased to be everything, and all had become a sword.

Within ten zhang, just in an instant, it became a world of knives.

And the strange thing is that Zuo Ci did not show any vigilance.

He just looked at Fu Bang and felt the countless thick sword intent within a radius of ten zhang.

Zuo Ci sighed with some emotion, what kind of mind should a monk who can create this effect have.

Only people with this kind of heart are the most suitable people to ask for immortals.

Fu Bang's material, even if it is not as good as Ji Yu, but it will not be more than half a point.

And Zuo Ci also remembered the sentence that circulated in the Later Han Dynasty.

——Chu Hou Ji Yu is around, and there are many talents.

"It's really talented!" Zuo Ci said with a laugh.

Fu Bang frowned, thinking that the old man was a little crazy, so he ignored it.

He grabbed two knives, shouted one in his mouth, and took a step forward.

It's just one step, but it's better than thousands of steps in this world.

The ground beneath his feet began to crack.

Just like at that moment, countless incomparably sharp knives pierced into the hard dirt under their feet.

The earth fell, and Fu Bang's figure disappeared in place.

The three knives naturally disappeared with Fu Bang.

But Zuo Ci knew that it wasn't that he had disappeared, but that Fu Bang's speed was too fast, and people who didn't reach a certain level of cultivation couldn't catch him at all.

Suddenly, a chill hit behind him.

Zuo Ci used the corner of his eye to see Fu Bang's three knives slashing towards him at the same time.

For a moment, countless knife flowers were blooming in the air, surrounding the three knives.

It was as if around the three knives, countless transparent flower spirits suddenly appeared, dancing.

Zuo Ci raised his arm.

In the sea of yellow clouds, lightning and thunder roared.

The soldiers within a radius of ten zhang, whether they were friends or enemies, covered their ears in pain, and their faces were terrified.

The soldiers who were ten zhang away were so frightened that their legs and feet were weak, and they couldn't regain the slightest fighting spirit.

Zuo Ci Dao is so terrifying!

Zuo Ci lowered his arm.

Countless yellow lightning bolts and thunderbolts, like countless swords, stabbed towards Fu Bang.

Countless beams of yellow light fell on his three knives, and also on those sword flowers that kept blooming.

The sword flower is sharp, but the yellow thunder and lightning are even stronger.

Soon, the sword flower could not withstand the attack of yellow thunder and lightning like raindrops, like a ceramic jar falling to the ground, and in a loud bang, it turned into countless fragments.

Fu Bang, along with his three knives, flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

A mouthful of bloody arrows fluttered in the sky, a little dazzling.

It was just one round, and General Fu Bang, who was invincible in the past, was injured.

Suddenly, the morale of the army on Ji Yu's side was a little low.

Fu Bang squatted on the ground, holding two knives, and still holding a knife in his mouth full of blood.

That face, although it is more vicious than the bandits in the world.

But after all, he is just a high-spirited teenager who likes to dream of heroes.

So, that face was naturally full of stubbornness and unwillingness.

Fu Bang gripped the hilts of the two knives tightly, and his bloody mouth also bit the hilt of the last knife.

Zuo Ci frowned, thinking: It's really naïve.

But it was only in the next moment that he dispelled this idea.

Because, the boy who squatted on the ground with blood and a knife in his mouth turned out to be like a wounded beast.

There was not the slightest fear in his eyes, only endless madness.

......

......

The red-clothed sword fairy Lingyue and General Zhao Ying met.

Lingyue clenched the saber at her waist.

In the previous few battles, she couldn't separate the victory or defeat with Zhao Ying, and she couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

When we met again today, as a sword idiot, how could she easily let go of this opportunity.

However, Zhao Ying is obviously a little uncomfortable with the practice of embarrassing a female streamer.

So, he asked, "Do you want to fight?"

Lingyue nodded and said categorically: "Fight!"

Doing what you say is the quality of a swordsman.

Lingyue is not only a swordsman, but also a person who resembles a sword.

Just like Ji Yu's junior brother.

So when the word "type" was spoken, the saber on her waist also turned into a thick cold light, and stabbed towards Zhao Ying's chest, with a thunderous momentum.

Zhao Ying's face was serious, he clenched the gentian silver spear in his hand, and then saw the trajectory of Ling Yue's sword.

He raised the silver gentian spear in his hand, just like a silver dragon raised its head and blocked Ling Yue's thunderous sword.

At this moment, Ling Yue raised her left hand.

Her left hand glowed with thunder and aura, and then slapped against the sword she held in her right hand.

It was too late, it was too fast, and the sword in Ling Yue's hand sent out a huge thrust.

This thrust, which was also an impact force, slammed into Zhao Ying's gentian silver spear.

Naturally, Zhao Ying's silver spear was swung open, letting out a violent tremor and buzzing, and the tiger's mouth was shaken to the point of pain.

Lingyue did not give up on this, and after the advantage of the battle situation, she took advantage of the victory to pursue.

Before a sword fell, another sword stabbed out.

This sword is even more ferocious than the previous one.

Faintly, above the nine heavens, the song of the Son of Heaven lingered in my ears.

The soldiers within a radius of ten zhang suddenly lost their minds and were haunted by dreams.

The soldiers who were ten zhang away changed their faces as they watched the terrifying thunder rolling on the sword.

Ling Yue actually used the Yaotai Sword Sutra without pinching the sword technique at all, or chanting.

This qualification is placed in a place like Chenyue Tianzong, and those old guys in Tianzong will also be moved.

But it's not quite right to say that the old guys are not right, because for Ji Yu, those old guys are actually just little guys.

Zhao Ying's eyes condensed slightly, and the hand holding the gentian silver spear began to wave wildly.

Countless spears were born in front of him, turning into countless silver threads.

These countless silver threads have been woven into a huge web.

However, his movements did not stop, but became more frantic and faster.

There are more and more silver threads on the Internet, which can be described as dense.

Weaving such a silver net, Zhao Ying was purely just to resist Ling Yue's sword.

It can be seen how strong Lingyue's sword is.

The sword light with the rolling thunder slammed into the silver net, letting out a deafening roar.

Within a radius of ten zhang and outside, the soldiers who were relatively close covered their ears and let out a painful scream.

Bright red blood spilled from between their fingers, uncomparably piercing.

Ling Yue and Zhao Ying both flew upside down, like two empty sacks floating in the wind.

It's just that Ling Yue floated farther away, and Zhao Ying floated closer.

After Lingyue landed, she knelt on one knee and was supported by a pestle and sword.

Wisps of bright red blood spilled from the corners of her mouth.

In the tough duel just now, she was not lightly injured.

And Zhao Ying's face was only a little pale, obviously just overconsumed.

Looking at it this way, it is obvious who is better.

However, Zhao Ying was surprised to find that even at a disadvantage, the red-clothed female swordsman named Ling Yue did not have the slightest hint of flinching or fear.

In those delicate eyes, in addition to the cold glow like a sword, there was also a strong and fiery battle intent. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "The Invincible Little Prince's Claw Book House" for free for the first time.