The body is not lost.

This is a universal law for the demon beast world.

The larger the monster, the more powerful it tends to be.

Correspondingly, the larger the monster beast, the stronger the defense, and the less likely it is to be killed.

The Black Bull claimed to be a descendant of the Ancient God Clan, a person who could be refined even by the human powerhouses of the Nine Realms, how powerful it was could no longer be described clearly by its size alone.

Black Bull is strong.

There is no doubt about it.

Its skin exudes a dark glow, and its defense is naturally not much worse.

Powerful creatures generally have a common drawback, that is, they are slow and not flexible enough.

In the face of the opponent's attack, it is difficult to dodge the past, of course, if you are facing an ordinary opponent, a strong defense is enough to make up for everything, but the opponent faced by the black bull is Zhang Qingfeng, which is a little different.

Zhang Qingfeng did not use a sword.

Because no matter how sharp the sword is, it is difficult to pierce the black bull's defenses.

So his weapon against the black bull was replaced with a knife.

The knife is thin and long.

The blade, the back of the knife, was covered with dense serrations, and at the moment of the shot, the entire blade began to rotate rapidly, leaving behind a cyclone that was clearly visible to the naked eye.

The cyclone grew bigger and bigger, and soon turned into a tornado, and then the surrounding space began to collapse, and the space within a radius of ten miles was sucked into a vacuum!

This knife does not fly fast.

Even if it's an underage child, it's much faster than it, so it's not difficult to dodge it.

But the black bull's eyes changed.

From the approaching long knife, it felt the power of annihilating death.

This power not only comes from the long knife itself, but also from the surrounding air, even though there is only one knife, but it gives it a suffocating feeling of thousands of sharp knives pressing at the same time.

These knives, including cutting, picking, chopping, stabbing, chopping, and teasing, encompass all the knife techniques in the world, and also lock the most vulnerable parts of the black bull's body.

The black bull didn't hide, it's not that it didn't want to hide, but it couldn't hide at all, or rather, it was more advantageous not to hide than to hide.

Because once you dodge, the breath in the body will change, and it may reveal a real weak point or flaw, the reason why the sword qi around it moves slowly is to find the right time to make a move, the whirlpool in a radius of ten miles is the coverage of the knife qi, no matter how fast the black bull's speed is, it can't be faster than Zhang Qingfeng's knife intent!

The battle on the ground has begun.

The master of the black witch clan surrounded the fat monk and the little black dragon, and in the magic light in the sky, the figures of the two were like two lonely boats in the waves, ups and downs, and there was a danger of being annihilated at any time.

The fat monk slashed out a sword and forced back a group of Black Witch warriors who surrounded him, as if sensing the change in the sky, he raised his head and glanced south.

"It's ...... The Law of the Knife?"

Just by looking at it, the fat monk's face showed a look of shock and ecstasy, and in his sight, the space that had collapsed within a radius of ten miles had been filled with countless knives of all kinds.

These knives have strange shapes, each knife is swinging at a speed that cannot be seen by the naked eye, practicing all the exquisite moves in the world, from a distance, it looks like a legion composed of hundreds of millions of war knives, as this kind of legion advances, the surrounding space continues to collapse, more knives join the legion, and the entire sky seems to have become a sea of knives!

The fat monk's heart trembled, and the whole person was stunned by the sea of swords in the sky, so much so that he didn't even notice that the swords of the surrounding Black Witch warriors were slashing on his body.

At this moment, the fat monk had a hallucination in a trance.

He felt that there seemed to be some indescribable esoteric connection in the countless sword shadows.

It was obviously a thousand sword shadows, and in his sight, it seemed to have turned into a knife.

This knife.

Groundbreaking.

Move mountains and reclaim the sea.

Saying that it is big, it seems to stand in the sky and the earth, and it is six and eight wildernesses.

Saying that it is small is like a valley of dust, not enough for a drop in the ocean.

The fat monk knew that this was the power of rules that could only be exerted by comprehending the supreme law of the Dao of the Dao.

The knife is the courage of a hundred soldiers, the meaning of the lord is domineering and furious, a knife is out, there is no enemy and no me!

"With a knife, there is no enemy and no self!"

A vigorous roar like rolling thunder sounded in the fat monk's mind, like an initiation, and with a blow to the head, vaguely, he seemed to see a golden-armored giant, holding a big knife high, struggling against the void in front of him - a split!

Click!

In a loud sound of landslides and cracks, the fat monk suddenly woke up, and he found that he was holding half of the handle of the knife with both hands, maintaining a chopping posture, and the forty-meter-long Wanjun knife had been broken into two, and the half of the knife head had disappeared.

In front of the fat monk, there was a five-mile-long chasm!

The ditch was one zhang wide, and the two sides of the ditch were as smooth as knives, cutting out a hideous and terrifying scar from Thousand Blades City.

When the surrounding Black Witch Clan masters saw this scene, their eyes were all frightened, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Just now, they saw the fat monk gently raise the war knife in his hand and slash forward gently, and the earth cracked a five-mile-long crack, and the big knife, which didn't kill many people, instantly turned into powder, dissipating into the air like smoke and dust.

"One knife and two paragraphs, I see. ”

The fat monk stared at the end of the extension of the knife marks, recalling the wonderful feeling of the flash of inspiration just now, his eyes gradually became fanatical, he threw away the half of the hilt in his hand, folded his hands, and slashed at a tower in front of him on the left!

Bang!

The ten-meter-tall stone tower suddenly split in two and collapsed with a bang amid the screams of the surrounding Black Witch people.

There is no knife in his hand, there is a knife in his heart, this is the knife path that the fat monk comprehended!!

Mind Knife!

......

Almost at the same time that the fat monk was enlightening the sword, Zhang Qingfeng's knife had already fallen on the black bull!

A silver-white light, like a layer of aura light cover, wrapped the black bull, each of these silver rays was a knife, stabbing at the black bull frantically at a frequency that could not be seen by the naked eye.

The black skin of the black bull has already conjured up a set of armor as black as ink at some point, blocking Zhang Qingfeng's sword intent from the outside!

The silver knife and the black armor were closely attached to each other, as if they were blended with each other, and in the eyes of ordinary people, the silver light seemed to be the light emitted by the black armor itself.

But if you stare at the black bull for a long time, you will have a feeling of dizziness, that is because the speed of the silver knife pumping = inserting is too fast, so that the black bull's body is trembling at an extremely high frequency The visual impact.

Click!

The confrontation between the two forces did not last long.

In less than three breaths, the silver light suddenly lit up, and the armor on the black bull's body cracked like a shattered crystal.

Between heaven and earth, a heart-rending scream sounded.