The hostility between the two sides is very strong, and it is not only so thick that you want to fight to the death, it is so thick that you can't wait to dig up the ancestral graves of the other party's eighteen generations.

I know that these turtle grandsons are determined to oppose us, and if they are given the slightest chance, these old sect gentlemen will definitely not show mercy, and they will definitely clean us up to the death.

In the same way, if I could find an opportunity, I would never leave these turtle sons alone.

Since everyone is an enemy, or an undying enemy, it is useless to say anything, and until now, there is only a hard way to do it.

But to be honest, I don't really want to fight them to this point, at least not yet.

If I can have a choice, I will definitely choose to go to the ancient ruins first, and after gaining some power, I will fight with the true immortals.

What am I afraid of then? Gotta kill these bastards!

But now I have no choice, I can only fight with them desperately, it's okay to win, but if I lose, I will definitely die, and I can't even keep a whole corpse, which makes me the most helpless.

At this time, the true immortal Weng who was looking at the sixth master suddenly opened his mouth, as if he was telling them to remind them.

"You are not the opponent of the little Hades, he only killed the pretty fairy Gu not long ago, and his strength now is definitely stronger than before, and he can be on par with him at that time at the last time, you can't do it." True Immortal Weng smiled: "I'll deal with them, you all roll and watch, don't come here to interfere." ”

"It's not up to you to have the final say here," the sixth master sneered: "To deal with you, it's enough to have me." ”

True Immortal Weng smiled and said, "That's not necessarily.

When his voice fell, he had already bent down and ran straight towards me, and the chain in his hand was thrown out in an instant.

In the air, the chains seemed to be able to straighten themselves, like steel forks and spears, piercing my head.

Fortunately, I had been prepared, and when the True Immortal Weng just raised his feet, I ran several steps to the left side in a row, but the True Immortal Weng's accuracy was not bad, and the iron chain was just brushing my scalp, that is, a distance of about one centimeter

I could feel the damp and cold aura carried by the chain, almost the same as the aura emanating from Miko when I met him not long ago.

It didn't hit me, and the chain didn't stop, and it went straight into the rock on the mountain wall.

Don't look at the end of the chain, it's round, it's extremely round, as if it has been polished, I can't see the slightest danger, but it's so stabbing me fuck!

The moment it plunged into the rock, it didn't make any sound at all, and it went in without hindrance, like a hot knife cutting butter.

Is this still a chain?

At this time, the sixth master had already rushed to the side of the true immortal and slashed at his neck with a horizontal knife, but the real immortal Weng's movements were too fast, and his reaction was amazingly fast, and he pulled the chain back at a critical moment, and reluctantly blocked the knife.

With the sound of metal colliding, many sparks glowing with blue light appeared at the intersection of the iron chain and the blade.

In the next second, the Sixth Master and the True Immortal Weng both took a step back, widening the distance between the two sides.

"What kind of knife are you??" True Immortal Weng stared solemnly at the ghost head knife in the sixth master's hand, his eyes were full of vigilance, and even revealed an obvious panic, as if he felt that the situation was beyond his expectations.

Only then did I see clearly that there was an obvious knife mark on the iron chain that the True Immortal Weng had withdrawn, which had just been cut out by the Sixth Master with a ghost head knife.

And the big knife in the sixth master's hand was not damaged in the slightest, and it didn't even roll the blade, it looked similar to the original appearance, and it didn't suffer in the previous encounter.

"Your magic weapon carries the power of the black-robed king, and of course my sword will not be bad." The sixth master smiled: "In the old days, the black robe king was defeated in whose hands, I don't know if it told you, but now it looks like it has to be defeated again." ”

"The gods don't know what to say," the true immortal sneered.

What the sixth master said, it seems that the real immortal Weng didn't understand it, and he didn't think about it so much.

The black-robed king was defeated in the hands of that group of ancients, and this sword was forged for him by the ghost of Xiangjiang, and it is very likely that the power of the ancients is hidden in it.

At the beginning, the black-robed king was defeated in the hands of that group of big brothers, and now in the next life, the magic weapon it made out can't hurt this big sword, isn't it another defeat?

"I hate you." The sixth master said, shook the handle of the knife, and stared intently at the true immortal: "You bastards are not good things, and they are very difficult to deal with, but if you don't kill you, it's all some disaster." ”

True Immortal Weng sneered and said, Then you can try.

"I want to see how many people you can kill here today!" True Immortal Weng said.

"Then I can't say, I can't look at me, I have to look at Brother Shen" The sixth master laughed, and pointed at me without looking back: "Look at how many people he robbed me, if you don't rob me, you all have to die in my hands, you didn't run!" ”

The sixth master said, the laughter sounded extremely arrogant, but in the ears of those old sect gentlemen, it is estimated that this burst of laughter is not arrogant, but arrogant and arrogant.

It's a pity that the sixth master didn't give them a chance to speak at all, like a mad demon, he waved the ghost head knife in his hand without any rules, and pounced on the real immortal

If the sixth master's previous attack had a routine, it looked like there was a certain sense of "rhythm", as natural as dancing with the accompaniment.

So at this moment, he abandoned the so-called rhythm and routine, and was completely like a person who couldn't play with a knife, wielding a big knife in a disorderly manner, basically cutting wherever he caught, and definitely not choosing the so-called dead hole.

Arms, shoulders, calves, arms

Regardless of whether this knife was fatal or not, the sixth master was slashing desperately, still laughing while chopping, looking really crazy.

But seriously, the sixth master's actions like a madman really caught the true immortal Weng a little off guard, and he fell into the disadvantage almost instantly, and he could only dodge and block vigorously, and there was no room to fight back at all.

Seeing that the True Immortal Weng was pressed and beaten, those old sect gentlemen who were standing by and watching the battle couldn't help but be a little nervous, especially his apprentice Zhao Sanding, who was even more eager to rush up to help.

I looked left and right, and quickly gave up on the goal of being a true immortal.

The current rhythm of the battle is controlled by the sixth master, and if I insert it horizontally, I may have to draw a snake to add to the sixth master's affairs.

Rather than take the risk of intervening, it is better to choose a different goal and do those old teachers first.

Thinking of this, as soon as I gritted my teeth, I held the Miao knife and rushed towards the True Immortal.

Seeing that I was going up to help, Zhao Sanding couldn't help it, and ran directly to me, apparently trying to stop me.

But he didn't expect my target to change, and at a distance of about a meter from the True Immortal Weng, I suddenly turned around and ran towards those old sect gentlemen.

Before they could react, I had already raised the Miao knife in my hand, and with almost no effort, I slashed the nearest old sect teacher in two with a single sword.

When Zhao Sanding ran back to save the scene, I had already given up the next target in front of me, raised the Miao knife, turned around sharply, and threw it back as if using a stick.

The action was fast, the strength was sufficient, and the sudden turn was all linked, which made Zhao Sanding suffer a big loss.

With a muffled bang, Zhao Sanding's right palm detached from his arm and fell directly to the ground.

"How dare you !!"

The true immortal Weng also discovered the change here, just like seeing his lions being bullied and falling into a rage of old lions, he roared wildly.

"The surname is Shen!! I'm not"

Before the true immortal Weng could say the rest of the words, I sighed, looked at the broken palm on the ground with a lost face, and then looked at Zhao Sanding, who was covering his wound and howling miserably.

"It's a pity to think of chopping your head off with a knife"

As soon as the words fell, I took a step forward, and Zhao Sanding also took several steps back.

While screaming, he didn't take his eyes off me, staring straight at me, his eyes full of bitter hatred.

"It's good that I didn't slash you to death."

I smiled, lifted my leg, and stomped heavily on my severed palm.

The palm of my hand that was detached from my body was even more fragile at the moment, and the smile on my face was even brighter when I heard the crisp sound of bones shattering.

"Don't run, didn't I say it, I have to tear your mouth today!"