Outside the city, next to the official road.

The sharp cold light barely stopped, and the horizontal knife slashed down again, the blade trembled, wrapped in pure white qi waves, and slashed fiercely at the two broken blades of the cross-defensive man.

The man in black's face turned slightly pale, and he almost vomited blood, and he was unwell, and he slashed at the blade of his hand violently, and was about to cut off Yan Ling's wrist, but the latter seemed to ignore it.

The Great Qin Horizontal Knife stabbed towards the enemy's heart with a tragic knife technique that ended up together.

Swap injuries for death.

Don't fight your wrists, but also make you bleed on the spot.

The eyes of the strict order are calmly terrifying.

The man in black gritted his teeth, and the number of weapons in his hand changed again, like a fish swimming in the water, changing into a more delicate and delicate way, and forcibly blocked the horizontal knife that was slashed down.

But after all, he forcibly changed his moves, and his strength was at most seven-tenths of the usual one, his face turned white again, and he was almost slashed by the force of the horizontal knife and half knelt on the ground.

Where the blades collided, a sharp debris of energy was formed, which fell to the ground and blew out many potholes.

The dirt was dusty, and there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in the pupils of Yan Ling.

It's just that Wuzi increased the strength of the knife in his hand.

The man in black gradually noticed that it was a little difficult to support, and when he was fighting, Yan Ling relied on a Daqin horizontal knife to almost bring the word fierce and ruthless in the martial arts to the limit, and the knife was fatal, like a drunken madness, the man in black did not plan to leave his life here now, so that he had to follow the rhythm of Yan Ling.

The latter's momentum became more and more violent, and it was difficult for him to give full play to his own strength.

If you continue like this, you will be injured in another forty or fifty times, and if you are injured and lose your strength, you will die here sooner or later.

The man in black gritted his teeth, the strength of the blade in his hand was removed, and he retreated a few feet backwards, but Yan Ling seemed to have been prepared for this move for a long time, and the horizontal blade in his hand was slightly offset several degrees, and he slashed down, pulling out a blood mark on the shoulder of the man in black, and blood gushed out.

Then he followed him, holding the knife in both hands, and the blade tore through the air, and only a little cold light could be seen in the eyes of the man in black.

But a noticeable stinging pain can already be felt in the throat.

The heart was ruthless, and the hand broke the blade cross, as if it was the same defense as before, but the footwork under his feet was different, the muscles of his left arm were tense, and the internal force was running like a dragon and a tiger, but his right arm was relaxed, as if it was hollow.

From the outside, it looks like it is a strong defense, but the inside has formed a trend of yin and yang rotation, as long as the knife in the palm of the hand is strictly ordered to cut over, it will be controlled by this move, under the rotation of yin and yang, the knife in the palm of the strict order pierces his shoulder or waist at most, and it will not be fatal.

And the blade in his palm took advantage of the situation to counterattack, reversing and sweeping upward, but it was enough to cut the latter's neck wide.

This trick has helped him through I don't know how many difficulties.

The only question is whether the strict knife will be so straightforward to slash through.

Happiness had already begun to rise in the heart of the man in black.

Does this need to be in any doubt?

Thinking back to the madness and domineering of Fang Cai's strict sword technique, he didn't have any doubts in his heart at all.

His eyes were staring at the front, his breathing was slightly short, and the blood was surging wildly in his body, in this special state, everything he saw in front of him seemed to be slowed down, he could see the other party's eyes as cold as jade, and he could see the palm of Yan Ling's grip on the hilt of the knife.

He could see that the Great Qin horizontal knife was sharp, discharging the air on both sides and coming straight up.

The knife came to an abrupt end.

Just when the joy in the heart of the man in black was at its peak, only the strength carried on the blade was still moving forward by inertia, and the man in black felt a tearing sting pain in his face, and the black mask could not withstand the tearing of this energy, and finally turned into pieces and scattered one after another.

The face of a middle-aged man was revealed, this face was very simple and looked very honest.

A person who looks honest is not necessarily honest.

The knife in Yan Ling's hand happened to stand on top of the two broken blades, but there was not the slightest strength on the blade, since it was a yin and yang confusion, and the trick of preemptive strike, then there was naturally no way to exert any power at this time, but the two broken blades were stuck by this blade.

Yan Ling held the horizontal knife, his expression was calm, and said:

"Isn't it a surprise?"

"It's a pity that I happen to have the judgment that a normal person should have."

The man in black opened his eyes slightly, and his face was a little ugly.

At the same time, the knife in Yan Ling's hand was like a piece of bluestone, pressing on the two broken blades, so that not only did he not have the ability to reverse the strength of the counterattack, but even because of the angle, he couldn't pull it out, he looked at the man in black opposite, and suddenly spoke, saying:

"And my teacher told me two words, the first of which was, don't believe what the enemy is showing."

"Do you really think I'm crazy?"

The young man's voice was flat, but the ears of the man in black were full of mockery.

At this moment, Yan Ling's right knee bent up suddenly, and slammed into the opponent's abdomen, and it was only at this time that the latter finally confirmed that he had looked away, and landed, at this time, Yan Ling's weapon pressed his broken blade, although he had no way to use the blade, but the former was equivalent to giving up the knife in his hand, and the two sides could only fight in close quarters.

The internal force surged, forming a layer of defense in the abdomen, and at the same time, the left knee was bent, and it also slammed towards the abdomen of Yan Ling.

Yan Ling's knee hit the abdomen of the man in black, who was ready for the possibility of being hit by the strength, but found that this move had not even penetrated his defenses, and his own left knee with thirty percent of his strength slammed into Yan Ling's abdomen, the touch was soft, not the feeling of being blocked by the strength.

The man in black felt a sudden shock in his heart.

And at the moment when the latter was distracted, Yan Ling's knife in his palm turned into a thorn and stabbed forward, the man in black was distracted, and the yin and yang confusion move could not be used in time, even though he had reacted in time, and stuck the blade in Yan Ling's hand with his two-handed blade, he still felt a pain in his neck, and the horizontal knife blade had already pierced some.

Blood slid down the blade.

In his frightened eyes, the young man opposite was reflected, and the slightly pale face was reflected.

Yan Ling's eyes were black and bright, because he had just taken a hard move, some blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, blood red, ink black, and pale formed an extremely strong contrast, although he was injured, Yan Ling's body did not have the slightest weakness, looked at the man opposite, and said:

"The second thing my teacher told me, don't take the word of your enemy."

"I'm sorry, but I'm a madman."

The young man's voice was flat, but the man in black on the other side felt a mocking anger and unspeakable fear, and he could not speak, so he could only stop the horizontal knife with all his might.

It's just an almost instinctive reaction on the part of anyone before they die.

Yan ordered to hold the knife in both hands, stabbed the horizontal knife into the opponent's neck, the blades collided, and the screeching sound was rubbed, he looked at the man in black who was still resisting, and said leisurely:

"One more thing."

"Do you know why I knew you were from the White Tiger Hall?"

The man in black didn't pay attention to Yan Ling at all, but when he talked about the White Tiger Hall, his face still changed slightly, Yan Ling smiled, his eyes were cold, reflecting the struggling opponent, and said:

"You told me."

"I don't know if that girl is a member of the sect, whether it's a vendetta in the rivers and lakes, I just lied to you, and you said it yourself......"

Even though the man in black on the other side knew that Yan Ling was planning to break his state of mind with words, when he heard what the latter said, his heart couldn't help but tremble after all.

Recalling what Fang Cai Yan said, there were actually many flaws, but the latter's confident and calm attitude made him ignore this, and he secretly hated in his heart, but he could still restrain himself.

But at this time, Yan Ling suddenly opened his mouth and said lightly:

"You are indeed from the White Tiger Hall."

The man in black was stunned at first, and then reacted, he had just been deceived again, and the resentment in his heart was almost uncontrollable, and at this time, the strength of the horizontal knife in Yan Ling's palm suddenly skyrocketed, and at the moment when the latter was distracted, he broke through the double-edged barrier of the man in black and directly pierced his neck.

Holding the knife in his right hand and his left hand in the palm, he pressed the hilt of the knife and leaned forward, piercing the opponent's neck with the knife, and strictly ordered it to push forward dozens of steps like a mad beast.

In the clattering sound, it was nailed to the dead tree behind him, and the blade entered the tree and pierced it directly, the man in black was obviously not alive, but because of the tenacious vitality of the seven-rank martial artist, it seemed that he had not yet lost his breath.

Yan Ling exhaled, straightened up, and said lightly:

"Do you have any companions here?"

There was a mocking look in the man's eyes, and he didn't answer, but Yan Ling nodded and said:

"And."

Even when the man in black was dying, he still looked sluggish, and Yan Ling continued to ask as if he had never seen it:

"Better than you?"

"Looks like you're just three of the Wingsweepers......"

"Not here?"

"I see......"

With the murmur of the strict order, the expression in the warrior's eyes gradually changed, becoming more and more terrifying, as if he had seen a ghost, as if the young man in front of him was not a mortal, but a judge from the Yama Palace.

If not, how can you see what is in your heart?

Yan Ling finished asking about the news he wanted to know, looked at him, and said:

"When a man dies, his will is broken, and I don't need you to answer."

"All the answers, I'll look for them myself in your face, and the body is sometimes much more reliable than words."

The voice paused slightly, and then he said again:

"By the way, there's one more thing."

The corners of the young man's mouth seemed to be slightly raised, and the blurred vision of the man in black was full of mockery.

"When we just fought, the last sentence was also a ...... to deceive you"

"You're from the White Tiger Hall, and I've known it since the beginning."

"Because only the martial artists of the White Tiger Hall are so sensitive to the distance of ten steps."

The remaining consciousness of the black-clothed warrior thought of the time when Yan Ling first appeared, he kept a distance of ten steps from himself, his expression changed, he was annoyed and painful, unwilling to be angry, and the incomparably strong pain above his spirit made him even show signs of returning to the light, looked at Yan Ling, his eyes were full of hatred, and said:

"You ......"

But at this time, Yan Ling's figure retreated, holding the handle of the knife in one hand, raising his left hand, turning to the right side of the handle, and pushing his strength.

In the sound of the loud explosion, the horizontal knife in his palm slashed obliquely, directly slashing the dead tree and half of the neck of the man in the White Tiger Hall.

Yan Ling held the long knife, took a deep breath, looked down at the hatred in the man's eyes, narrowed his eyes, and said:

"When people die, all kinds of things in the world are scattered, and they are angry and ecstatic, and the past is no longer remembered, and they are restored to peace."

The voice paused slightly, and then chuckled again, and the laughter was no longer calm, and there was a faint frenzy.

"You don't deserve ......"

"You know?"

With a shock to his wrist, the long knife in his palm was thrown horizontally, and the blood stains on it were thrown on the ground, leaving a sharp blood mark.

PS: Today's second update......

Thank you to the Alliance Leader of Deep Sea 2...... Super super thank you...... It's too late today.,I'm not able to add more than this kind of hand (crying),Please allow me to owe it for the time being.,After that, I'll use a super long chapter or 10,000 words and the like to slowly repay the debt......