Without waiting for the two to reply, the old knife took two steps to fly his crotch, and a touch of autumn water rippled out of the air.

The bloody old man shouted, regardless of life and death, his palms were blood-red, and he slapped the old knife's chest and abdomen. The difference in strength between the two is really huge, instead of thinking about dodging and parrying, it is better to exchange one life for one, and the bloody third man asked himself if he couldn't avoid Qiushui, and he couldn't stand the sword light.

Snake Five also had the same thoughts, the snake cone was inserted into the head and neck of the old knife like electricity, and there were two black and white small snakes flying out of the sleeve.

The autumn water swept down pervasively, but a gray eagle flew out from the shadows and pounced on the legs of the old knife.

The knife light is like water, rippling down sharply, two flying snakes are one knife and two sections, the snake five screams, the snake cone in his hand touches the knife light, dings two sparks, and then breaks. Just as he was about to close his eyes and die, the light of the knife no longer moved forward, but slammed into the ground, colliding with something with a loud clang.

The snake was bleeding from its chest and abdomen, and its body flew upside down for five meters, and although the injury was serious, it was not life-threatening. Snake Five knew that this knife was just the aftermath of Qiushui, and if it was hit head-on, it would inevitably be split into two pieces like those two poisonous snakes.

The gray eagle flew back upside down, showing the figure of a potato baby, with a nail cone in his left hand and a silver hammer in his right hand, as if facing a great enemy. On his fat and tense face, a thin knife mark slowly emerged at this time, rolling down drops of blood.

The bloody hand screamed, the huge body rolled upside down, fell to the ground, and was slashed by the autumn water that reverberated from the ground, thanks to his physical cultivation, and urged the secret method of the bloody hand with all his strength, this knife slashed the blood in his chest like a spring, and finally did not break into the body, saving a life.

'Good, good, good!!' The old knife shouted three times, overjoyed, and his eyes were rippling in the autumn water, and there was no trace of turbidity. 'It's a good appetizer, drink three bowls in a row!'

The old knife's knife was not sheathed this time, and its full appearance was revealed. The blade of the knife is curved and clear, covering the darkness, really like a wave of autumn water, swaying slightly, it is the rippling water and mountains. At this moment, the old knife stood with a knife, no longer the slightest stupid face, his body was as tall as a pine, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of pride.

'Okay! good knife!' Yan San shouted, drew his knife out of its sheath, and said, 'How about you look at my knife?'

If it weren't for the potatoes, the old knife would have been drinking at this time! And the general hammer of the potato attack did not succeed, and even suffered a loss - the knife marks on the face were two points deeper, I am afraid that it is not as simple as a thin blood stain. All this naturally can't escape Yan San's broken eyes.

'Light clothes and potatoes dealt with the iron dog, and the red fish dragged the two miscellaneous fish aside to heal...... I'm here to discuss the knife with this swordsman!' Yan San dropped off the black wood scabbard, held the broken stream cloud in both hands, and walked towards the old knife step by step.

Murong Qingyi's face was gloomy, he looked at Yan San's upright back, gritted his teeth, and finally swept up with the potatoes, and went straight to the iron tiger on the small stone mountain. Bei Hongyu didn't feel any nervousness, turned his head to look at Snake Five and Bloody Hand Lao San, bent down and grabbed one foot of the two with one hand, and really 'dragged' to the side as Yan San said.

The two of them were already seriously injured, and this drag wound was even more painful, gritting their teeth and not daring to say anything, it was really worse than death.

Seeing Murong Qingyi and Potato Seeds coming towards the stone mountain, Iron Dog finally couldn't help but shout loudly: 'Old Dao, stop them quickly and kill them......!' I'll go next door to your spicy, Lao Tzu has raised you for more than ten years, and you don't save me at this time......

The old knife looked at Yan San who was walking step by step, and didn't care about the actions of others and the clamor of the iron dog. His purpose has always been only one, and that is Yan San. Other people's lives and deaths have nothing to do with themselves except to make that bowl of turbid wine add a little flavor?

Looking at Yan San, he saw the knife in Yan San's hand. The old knife's eyes lit up, and the idea of slashing Yan San with a knife paused for a moment, staring at Broken Light Wind as if staring at a lover without clothes.

'Good knife...... Good knife!' The old knife couldn't help but admire, he had been immersed in knife techniques and good knives all his life, and the scimitar 'Qiushui' in his hand was custom-made, and it was already the pinnacle of gold-level magic weapons, but he didn't want the knife in Yan San's hand to be integrated, the knife quality was better than Qiushui, and the lines were clear. What's even more rare is the sharpness of the blade, in the eyes of the old knife and other knife masters, they feel a faint stinging pain in the skin, and if you look closely, the blade is uneven, with tiny serrations that are even finer than cow hair.

This kind of blade is a very high achievement in forging, the blade body is soft and hard, I don't know that after tens of thousands of forging, this kind of sharp edge with jagged hairs is formed. The so-called 'edge', only the sharpest blade has this jagged feeling of 'thorn'.

'Your knife is good, and your knife skills are even better. Yan San said sincerely.

'Pity that I will kill you today.' But thank you for bringing this knife with you. After you die, I will treat this knife well, you can rest assured, I will do it quickly, and you will not feel pain. The old knife's gaze reluctantly lingered on the broken breeze, and his mouth spat out merciless words.

'So confident, you haven't even seen me do it, I'm a third-order body cultivator, I'm afraid of it when I move it, it's very powerful!' Yan San said honestly.

'For the sake of this knife...... Although I am also a third-order, but among the third-order, there is one in this wailing abyss, and in my eyes, there is no opponent! Even if you can fly, the last thing to fly under my knife is only the head!' The old knife pulled his gaze out of the broken breeze, stared at Yan San's eyes, and said seriously.

'It seems that your sword skills are really good!' Yan San laughed, "I'll give you a proposal, why don't you teach me the sword technique, and then follow me, and I'll take you out of the Wailing Abyss! It's a pity that a master like you is buried here!"

Lao Dao also laughed, but he had been stupid for too long, and his smile seemed a little stiff: "I can't get out! If I can have a few good knives and a pot of turbid wine in my lifetime, I will be content! But you, who gave you the confidence to say such things? Except for those on the top of the mountain, even if the ordinary Fourth Order is not sure that you can win steadily, where do you get the confidence?'

Yan San still held the knife and said with a smile: "I saw you just now, your sword skills are indeed exquisite, but you have a big shortcoming, your footwork can't keep up with your knife skills. If you have a footwork that can be compared to the sword, the three of them will surely die. You're not here to play dumb, but because you can't catch up. Am I right?'

The old knife was silent, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes as pure as autumn water, and said, "Your eyesight is very good, and you can see through it so quickly." My knife technique is eclectic and I can't find the corresponding footwork. I've also collected a lot of footwork over the years, but none of them can match the knife technique. As soon as the footwork is fixed, the knife technique will also be checked and balanced, and it can no longer be sent at will, so within ten steps, I dare to face the fourth order, and I can't do anything outside of ten steps, and you are at this time, just within my ten steps!'

'Ten steps?' Yan San's eyes narrowed slightly, 'I'm confident that I can retreat ten steps away before you kill me. As for dealing with you...... You just said that I can't fly, but there are some things that jump higher than flying, do you believe it?'

Before the words fell, Yan San retreated sharply, and the knife in the old knife's hand was already rippling like autumn water. There is no knife in sight, and there is no trace of autumn water between them, but gentleness drows everything. However, this autumn water suddenly seemed to freeze, and after a while, the scimitar blade appeared, and then the sky darkened, and a huge blue-green dragon spider with a height of one person jumped high, and a large cloud of slime sprayed out from the spider's tail.

Yan San's feet exploded, directly blasted out a small pit, the string was launched, and the person exploded ten meters away like an arrow from the string, picked up the scabbard from the ground, inserted the broken breeze into the sheath at his waist, and smiled with his hands behind his back to watch the autumn water swim wildly among the white silks.

The old knife is really extraordinary, Yan San has already used a big hole card just now. Yan San's talk to Lao Dao was not nonsense, but it was to distract Lao Dao, and these skills of talking finally quietly stained a few shadows on him. Although he was killed by the aura of the old knife at the first time of paralysis, it also blocked the old knife. Then...... The Ice Dragon-patterned Spider, which had a round belly, unfolded a large array of spider silk.

The disadvantages of the little short legs are infinitely magnified, and the knife of the old knife is extremely brave, and the spider silk is raised under the knife, but it is endless. The Ice Dragon-patterned Spider turned into a huge turret that jumped, spraying spider silk at the old knife from all angles, and the old knife could not escape the range of the spider silk. As the spider silk sticks more and more to the knife of the old knife, the autumn water begins to stagnate, and finally slowly comes out of the knife first, after half a cup of tea, the old knife holds the knife to make a chopping shape, the whole body is snow-white, paralyzed and frozen, and becomes a sculpture.

The screams on the stone mountain were repeated, Murong Qingyi and the potatoes were ruthless, and soon slaughtered the iron dog's men, and the iron dog's head was smashed into a watermelon by the potatoes.

Murong Qingyi is just fine, Yan San has already seen her methods, after thoroughly refining the Yuan Qi knife chain, Murong Qingyi's combat method is treacherous and boundless, as long as there are weapons everywhere within the scope of the knife chain, there are killing machines everywhere.

The potato seeds once again opened Yan San's eyes. This framed dragon master has also found his own way of cultivation after turning into a baby. His body is weird and erratic, he can't see anyone when he moves, his concealment skills are outstanding, and his shots are basically one-hit kills. Hammer or cone, like a ghost hiding in the darkness, two of the remaining three vicious dogs died under his hammer. Potato Zi also has times when he faces the enemy head-on, but his stature is too short to speak, all of them are greetings in the next three ways, his body is fast, and his hammer legs and feet are very incomprehensible.

'Qingyi, you and Potato Zi clean up here, bring these two trash fish back, and then take someone to the iron dog's den...... Then, you see, I'm going to do something. As for the red fish, I'll take it with me. After the meeting, Yan San commanded.

"What do you want to do, don't do anything bad to Sister Hongyu!" Murong Qingyi said.

If it weren't for the fact that it was too dangerous outside, I wouldn't want to take her with me, wouldn't it be fun to become a woman?' Yan San replied angrily.