"Phew!" He Xiaotian got up and looked at the strange man whose bones were shattered by him, and spat on his face with disdain. Then he lifted his right foot and stomped on the man's head.

"Bang!"

The whole body of the trickster, the hardest skull, exploded like a watermelon at He Xiaotian's feet.

The corpse was pumped, and then its legs were kicked, completely lifeless.

【Ding! Kill the White Evil Rank Trickster and gain 5,000 XP points. 】

He Xiaotian pursed his lips, as expected.

"Bull ————"

The seven-hole bleeding man wiped the blood from his face, pulled his neck and shouted, all broken.

The hardest skull in the human body is shattered with one foot?

What else could he do but kneel on the ground and shout six-six-six?

Lick it and you're done!

If you don't know what to do next, you have to ask someone.

Shouyangzi's body trembled a little, and in all fairness, if this so-called trickster let him deal with it.

I estimate that there is only one way to go, passive defense, and be a shrinking turtle.

The speed of the trickster is too fast, no matter how powerful the Dao Fu is, it can't be used to hit a fart?

No wonder Lei Yang and the others didn't dare to provoke, Roger's old silver coin had to spend spiritual energy to crystallize.

After a long time, you are really a cow!

Hammer a strange person to death with his bare hands, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

The rule of law society saved me!

At the same time, I was glad in my heart and thanked He Xiaotian for not killing.

"Young man, can you tell me why you gave me credit last night? You'll have to tell the truth, or do you see? He Xiaotian came to the front of the credit knife man in three or two steps, and stretched out a fist bigger than a casserole.

"Dare to fool me, blow your head with a punch!" He smiled and threatened.

"Goo-dong!"

The man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, although it was the foot that finally solved the trick, but this fist should not be underestimated.

After all, it is an iron fist that can shatter the eye sockets of tricksters and explode eyeballs.

"Strongman, big brother, boss, you must believe me, I have no ill will towards you at all. I just want you to raise a knife for me, and the rest of the careful thinking is definitely not hit. Facing the iron fist, the man with the credit knife said with a wry smile.

"Raising knives? Didn't you cut off your life? Lie to me? Looks like you're trying to get a taste of the iron fist of justice, young man. "This is different from what Shouyoko said yesterday.

"No, big brother, listen to my explanation." The words fell, and the man on credit began to talk about the reason.

It turns out that the credit knife people are divided into two factions.

One is mainly to raise knives, and the other is to intercept life as the old Taoist says.

No, it shouldn't be said to be a truncation.

They're actually sustenance!!

The knife keepers are very hard, and their descendants are always miserable.

First of all, you must have a special talent, and secondly, you must go all over the country to collect the knife.

It's okay to meet someone who is good at talking, and people will keep their promises that year, and they will return the knife to the person who gave the knife on credit.

But most of the time, it's the people you meet who are arrogant.

If you want to take the knife back, okay!

Defeat me, Lao Tzu will offer it with both hands.

If you can't beat it, you can play while playing!

The purpose of their sword raising is to forge a divine knife that can cut off fate.

After He Xiaotian heard this, the whole person was not good.

Cut off fate?

Although all kinds of demons and monsters have appeared now, but can fate be cut off?

The faction of life-raising, they are among the powerful from all walks of life.

Whenever there is troubled times, he will go out of the mountain and become a figure such as a staff and military advisor.

According to the rumors within the credit knife people, the strategists relied on by Wei Shu and Wu during the Three Kingdoms period all had the figure of a person who supported his life.

It is indeed true that they intercepted the lives of the rich and noble.

But none of this is what they really are for.

These people are actually living on the powerful.

As for whose life it is raised, and what the role of this life is, no one knows.

The credit knife man himself only knows one thing, and that is to forge a magic sword.

In the future, cut off the life-raising faction with a divine sword.

He Xiaotian heard that one head and two big, and together with you, the credit knife people also played a civil war?

Ancient will play?

"So what? You haven't made it clear why you gave me credit. ”

"Don't worry, big brother, I see that there is evil in your eyes, and the sky is covered with clouds everywhere you pass. It can be seen that you are a peerless ruthless man, and with your evil spirit, you can forge a fierce soldier. The man of the credit knife explained his purpose, and without waiting for He Xiaotian to continue to ask, he continued.

"Big brother, don't worry, we have a knife faction, and we will definitely not bring any losses to people. Although I don't know if the ancestor is Guiguzi or not, I have never heard of anyone who was damaged by raising a knife. I can guarantee that. ”

Well, the credit knife man is sincere, sincere and visible to the naked eye.

It's a pity that He Xiaotian will never touch it, you dare to play with your life, I can't afford to raise a knife.

What if one day, Lao Tzu is beheaded unknowingly?

"Don't mention the matter of raising knives, now tell me the purpose of your coming to Snake Mountain." He Xiaotian's voice fell, the courtyard wall shattered with a bang, and a figure flew upside down.

"Poof!"

The figure fell to the ground, rolled out more than ten meters, and finally hit the courtyard wall on the other side before it could be stopped.

Through the moonlight, you can clearly see that this guy is not Chinese, but a race from the southeast cliff area.

He had short hair and wore a yellow monk's robe.

“????????????????????！！”

A short-haired man dressed as a monk, muttering bewildering words.

“......”

In the courtyard of the ashram, there was an eerie silence.

"Lao Yang, can you understand?"

Shouyangzi was asked by He Xiaotian, and directly rolled his eyes.

If you ask me a couple of words in English, I'll be able to break it down.

Or classical Chinese, I'm also very proficient.

But I don't even know what language this kind of words are, so why should you let me translate for you?

He Xiaotian was helpless, and turned his head to look at the person who was on credit.

Knife Man: "......"

What？！

What do you see me doing?

We only occasionally see a corner of fate, and it is not a Pepsia.

"What about you? Speak Chinese, don't speak bird language! Whose land are you standing on, don't you have a little pressure in your heart? ”

However, the answer to He Xiaotian was still the familiar pronunciation.

“????????????????????！！”

"Aren't you ashamed to come out and mingle, you don't even know a foreign language?"

One of the people present counted one, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

You seem to understand.

“?????!!”

The man in the monk's robe actually kowtowed to He Xiaotian and the others after speaking.

Even if you don't understand the words, it seems that this guy is asking for help?

Without waiting for everyone to make a move, outside the broken courtyard wall, a blood-red knife stretched out.