"Come, I don't use any strength, just skill. ”

Xia Ji picked up a dead branch and stood in the middle of the midnight.

This is the top of a high mountain, and the mountain wind is fierce, and there is a faint blood of the battlefield in the distance, and the smell of moist earth in the mountains.

Yan Lang was stunned for a moment, and also raised his hand to pick a branch and said, "That villain..."

"I'm your teacher. ”

Yan Lang nodded, the inferiority complex in his heart made him unable to change his title for a while, but he still bluntly changed it to "student".

"The student also used a tree branch. ”

Xia Ji shook his head: "No, you use your knife, use all your strength. ”

Yan Lang was stunned and said: "It's not a secret, the student has already heard it in the Dao of the Dao, and he has also reached the Great Perfection in the True Yuan Realm, devouring the treasure of the Northern Land, so the True Qi has been more than two hundred years. ”

His achievements are already enough for him to be proud of the world among mortals at his age, so he also has a sense of self-satisfaction in his tone.

There was also a trace of pride on his delicate and ruthless face.

It's just that although Xia Ji really wanted to give him some encouragement, he really didn't have any concept of more than two hundred years of true qi.

He thought about it and did the math.

Now he calculates the amount of True Qi in terms of "Prisoner", and 1 "Prisoner" is equivalent to 1000 years of True Qi.

Not...

Not even a fraction of mine.

Even if it is rounded, it is still zero.

So he casually said "um", and then said, "That's it." ”

Finger pointed at the white-mouthed demon knife on Yan Lang's waist, "Use all your strength, even the way you have heard, to attack me." ”

He is the Preacher.

How can one be afraid of a hearer with a shadow of the Dao?

Yan Lang hesitated a little, but remembered the identity of the person in front of him, and said, "That student is rude." ”

Let's talk about it.

He took a few steps back.

The left hand is half-holding the scabbard, and the right hand is holding the scabbard backwards, forming a strange posture of drawing the knife.

The body is like a bow, and the five fingers naturally skim, and when it reaches a certain place, it suddenly tightens.

Xia Ji pinched the withered branches, and a pair of calm eyes seemed to have penetrated the heart of the young man in front of him.

He suddenly spat out, "Rubbish." ”

The two words are extremely piercing, like heartbeat, turning into a magic sound that goes straight to the soul.

Yan Lang was already at the point where his heart was like water at this time, and he distracted all kinds of distracting thoughts, and these two words like a magic sound instantly evoked countless memories for him.

His father was destroyed, and he was a servant of the Xushan Palace, wandering the north, groveling, and rolling in death...

Yan Lang's eyes were red, the white-mouthed demon knife in his hand was unsheathed, and his body rushed forward like a cheetah, but the blade was pulled back, so that the enemy could not see a little cold from any angle.

It was as if the boy had been sent to death with his bare hands.

But is it possible?

Xia Ji stood still, with one hand behind him.

Yan Lang approached in an instant, and the white-mouthed demon knife in his hand showed a slight edge, and the knife was cut out in reverse.

The branch of the summer pole tree is pointed out, and the point is on the edge of the blade without a blade.

But Yan Lang's hand was like magic, taking advantage of the situation to remove the power of this knife.

The backhand is light, and so is the others.

But the moment of collision, the enemy's attack was instantly resolved.

Dissolving the first weight, he turned sideways, already like a rushing torrent that was no longer blocked.

The right hand flipped, the demon knife he was holding, and the left hand pushed violently, and more than a hundred years of true qi merged in an instant, and at the moment when the enemy's power was handed over from the old and new forces, it was slashed out with the most violent force.

The knife is ready!

Sharp!

But the knife was only halfway through, but it couldn't advance.

Because Yan Lang only felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, the branch came out along the false move of the knife body, and the power had already struck on his hand, and the surge of true qi seemed to be blocked by this blow, and it could not be completed.

The knife is successful, but it is broken at the root!

Syllable.

Whisper.

The heart of stop loss is necessary for a real knife player.

Yan Lang slid to one side of his body and slid to the right.

The white-mouthed demon sword is like a formation, and the defense is tight, and if the enemy chases, he will naturally fight back.

But it turned out that he was overthinking.

Xia Ji just cut out the branch, and then didn't move again, standing high on the cliff with his hands.

Under the bright moon, standing in the wind, his black hair was lightly raised, revealing a scarred face with a gentle smile.

said lightly: "Kit Kat lewd skills, all kinds of ambush, what's the use?"

Yan Lang realized.

Xia Ji said again: "Waste." ”

The magic sound is in my ears.

In a split second.

The tip of the Yanlang Demon Knife swirled around the body with a cold glow of the hemisphere, and gently prompted: "Be careful." ”

He had just made his first cut, and he had exhausted his scheming and skills.

It's so clever that it's subtle.

And the knife just now is even more among the thieves, known as the supreme secret of the killing path of the Holy Mountain Great Snow Mountain Tantra.

Such a secret story has never worked, and Yan Lang naturally will not use other tricks to humiliate himself.

He closed his eyes, and with a wave of the demon knife, a phantom wearing a cyan iron mask suddenly appeared behind him.

Above the iron surface, there are thirteen translucent finger holes, the upper two holes show the depth of the abyss, and under the skull is not a human shape, but a dense torrent of metal.

On the whole, it looks as if a human head has been inserted into the crest of the waves formed by countless swords.

"This is the way that students have heard, the heart of the sect. ”

The knife in Yan Lang's hand was slowly raised.

And in the drag of the knife light, one after another afterimages appeared.

Those afterimages are like images and they are real.

Xia Ji watched quietly.

Yan Lang's knife danced, all the afterimages never disappeared, as if they were really frozen in the moonlit air, and in a few moments, Yan Lang was wrapped in hundreds of thousands of knife shapes.

"One knife to the roots. ”

Yan Lang rushed and swung out with a knife.

Thousands of solidified sword shadows swung out at the same time.

This moment.

He is like a torrent.

Knives flow.

Xia Ji faced a thousand knives.

But he still had only one branch, and he still didn't think about backing down.

Raise your hand.

Infinity into one, one into infinity.

A knife is an infinite knife.

The two are staggered.

A knife against the torrent of steel.

The drumbeats of the drums were as fast as the rain and the dense sound of the knives stopped.

Moment.

The winner has been decided.

Yan Lang fell to the ground, and the white-mouthed demon knife in his hand fell into the solid stone of the cliff, less than half an inch.

He was half-on his knees, gasping for air.

The phantom that floated behind him was gone.

No one can understand the horror of Xia Ji's knife just now better than him.

That stab...

It's like a Buddha pointing.

It seems like the beginning of the world.

It seems to be the ultimate of a knife.

As for the partial life, he was completely sure that this man had completely used his superfluous strength, had no true qi, no Xuan qi, and even no use of the Dao...

"This, how is this possible?"

Yan Lang couldn't understand this knife at all.

He turned and pounced, and the knife swung in an arc, slashing out with great ferocity.

Syllable.

The knife was blocked again.

Yan Lang threw himself on the ground on one side in embarrassment.

"Come again!"

With a roar, the knife slashed out again.

Xia Ji didn't even turn around, didn't look at it, and the withered branch in his hand only raised it at an angle.

It's just this angle that makes it difficult for Yan Lang to take half a step forward.

Because, if he went any further, his neck would have hit the dead branch.

In the moonlight, this ruthless young man who can be regarded as a leader in the Northland and a hero is completely speechless.

When he never fought against him, he was known to be a myth.

And after the fight, I found out that he is more than a myth.

He is simply a living god.

Yan Lang threw the white-mouthed demon knife to the side, knelt down and kowtowed to Xia Ji, extremely sincere, and said word by word: "Please teach me, teacher." ”